The originally chaotic and panicked situation became a little weird after Moses changed into Superman's uniform and rushed back.

Philadelphia's hero Shazan was clearly fighting his enemy, but he couldn't help but glance at Superman flying above them. His opponent, Dr. Sivana, who had said goodbye to his hairline, also raised his head from time to time, looking torn between wanting to escape but unwilling to do so. The crowd was much calmer - after hiding away, they had already started to raise their phones to take photos and videos.

Superman couldn't help but start to worry about the spine of these people who were too relaxed.

He swooped down, picked up a demon released by Dr. Sivana, lifted it up to above the clouds, and then dropped it heavily.

"grumble--"

The demon, paralyzed on the ground like a pancake, screamed in pain and anger.

"Huh?"

After realizing that the creature in his hand had struggle written all over its skin, but was not seriously injured, Moses tentatively punched it in the head.

It's hard to describe the feeling, it's like being hit by a ball of chocolate-colored slime.

"What about this?"

"Stupid humans!!"

The devil didn't open his mouth, but uttered English words from some unknown organ: "How dare you do this! Take your fist away from my face!"

"Excuse me." Superman said politely, "May I ask what you are? Are you a species native to Earth? If you don't like fists, how about tornadoes?"

He picked up the unknown creature in his hand like a windmill, spun it hundreds of times in a blink of an eye, and then smashed it out with a bang.

The demon seemed to be alive, but he was dizzy and couldn't get up for a while.

Shazan cheered from the side: "Well done, Superman! You are indeed my favorite superhero!"

On the other side, the villain gnashed his teeth and cursed: "Why did you come to Philadelphia when you were staying in the metropolis?"

That's a good question. Who would have thought that this would happen?

After chasing Dr. Sivana away with the Philadelphia superheroes, it was already afternoon.

They missed lunch.

That's not the point.

The point is that Moses discovered that although Dr. Sivana is a scientific Docter, he uses magic... and Superman, he doesn't know magic.

Rather, both its magic attack and defense power are 0.

This is something that even Batman has never imagined - even with his body of steel, he still has weaknesses! Isn't Superman invincible except for kryptonite?

Moses' pupils trembled.

In short, the appearance of Dr. Sivana and Shazan sounded a wake-up call for him. During the period, Superman was helpless against this slippery and ruthless enemy. In the end, it was Shazan who found the trick and made the opponent retreat briefly.

As the saying goes, fight magic with magic.

They landed on the roof of a bungalow. The red-uniformed Philadelphia hero looked around, cleared his throat, and shouted to the sky: "Shazan!"

Then, under Moses' shocked gaze, he shrank from a 5-foot-5 man to a middle school student who was only as tall as Superman's chest.

It seems I have seen it somewhere before.

His super brain easily dug through his memory to find the photo in the appendix to the return visit list: "Billy Batson?"

Isn't this the kid who ran away from home in the first place? The one with five other brothers and sisters?

It turns out that these days, kids who don’t go home are actually going out to save the world!

The boy stared at him with wide eyes, looking even younger: "You know me? Wait, you're Superman from Metropolis, how come you're here, and Superman knows my name?!"

He made a haphazard motion of reaching out to grope for the oxygen mask, and seemed to be about to lose consciousness due to the shock of this sudden news. Moses quickly supported his thin shoulders and explained roughly: "A couple asked me to find you before. They were very worried that you were in danger outside. But I guess your adoptive parents' definition of danger does not include fighting against Dr. Sivana and his seven deadly sin demons?"

Billy, who was originally trembling with excitement, gradually lost his smile under Superman's serious gaze. His shoulders drooped and he asked in frustration: "Did I screw up?"

"No, you did a good job just now." Moses wanted to warn him to be careful, but changed his mind when he saw Billy's depressed face. Anyway, the child still mustered up the courage to stand up and remind others when he was afraid. Although he was still inexperienced, he did have a hero's heart. "You saved everyone, Billy."

They sat down along the edge of the roof. Billy kept his back straight at first, but as the sun slid toward the horizon, his back bent.

"I don't want to be a superhero." He said with his head down, "A wizard gave me his power before he died, but I'm just an ordinary man."

"But you still stood up?"

"That's because he wanted to kill me!" The boy still felt a little scared when he recalled the fight just now. He excitedly gripped the railing beside him, "I don't know anything, but he hates me just because I have the power he wants!"

Billy Batson casually recounts what happened to him during this time.

He is an orphan who has been looking for his biological mother.

He became the wizard's chosen heir some time ago.

He was adopted by a new family and made some good friends and brothers.

His brother is a superhero fan, and ever since he knew that he could transform into Shazan, he has been pestering him to do experiments, helping him a lot and giving him practical advice.

They had a great time playing together, but eventually they parted ways because the brother always boasted about knowing Shazan.

Finally, he was faced with a life-or-death enemy and unprecedented fear. Although Billy did not say it, if Superman had not appeared just now, he would probably have chosen to escape in disgrace.

"...This kind of thing happens from time to time." The hero of Metropolis looked at him gently, without any meaningless encouragement or contempt for his cowardice. He looked at the young man as if he were a peer of equal status. "If you are really tired of all this, you can stop using this power from now on and be an ordinary person."

"Is this possible?" Billy tilted his head in confusion. "I mean, I thought you were going to tell me 'with great power comes great responsibility' or something like that..."

"That's up to you, Billy. No one can make choices for you, they can only give you advice."

"So, Superman... have you ever had a time like this? A time when you have the power but you're not sure if you should step up?"

Moses said, "I have." He was silent for a moment, as if he was recalling something, but in fact he was extracting key words from some vague shadows deep in his soul. "I don't remember exactly what happened, but it may be that a girl was in danger. She disappeared, but there were more things waiting for me to do nearby."

Billy became nervous, as if he were actually in the situation: "What should we do?"

"I don't know." Superman looked at the inky sunset in the distance, his hands resting lightly on the cement platform, "I asked one of my elders, and he said that maybe someone extra would come to save the little girl. Or maybe no one could find her. She would have to stay there alone, hurt, scared, alone, without hope..."

He didn't look at the complicated and confused expression of the young man beside him, and continued slowly: "But I can also choose to find her and plant the seed of 'It doesn't matter, someone will always come to save me' in her heart."

It doesn't mean that people have to rely on him.

But at least when faced with desperate situations, people still have the courage to continue walking in the darkness.

"So, you went anyway?"

"Yes. If I don't want to go, it's hard for others to interfere with my decision. But I can't convince myself."

Billy was silent for a moment, then said, "So you are Superman. You give people hope."

"There is always hope in human hearts. I just help those who have forgotten this to wake them up."

"So if you go to look for the little girl, what should you do if there are more people in danger behind you?"

"At this time, I will choose to trust my friends." Superman curled his lips, "They are equally reliable and do the same thing as me, but I just fly a little farther than them."

The young people seemed to understand something.

"I'll have to think about it...Thank you, Superman. Whether I'm the Philadelphia Superhero or not," he smiled shyly, "I'll always tell people that Superman helped me a lot today."

"It's a piece of cake."

"Hey... By the way, one more thing, can you please sign an autograph for me?" Billy remembered something again, "You know what? My brother spent a lot of money to buy a bullet that is said to have hit you. He also has a Batman batarang in his hand, but I don't know if it's real."

Superman's expression became a little strange.

"Batarang?" This thing can also be collected?

And how did you get it!

"Yeah," Billy scratched his hair, "I wasn't a big fan of foster families, but this one is pretty good... ah, sorry."

He suddenly remembered Superman's growth experience recorded in the newspaper and his identity as a Kryptonian with no relatives or friends.

But to be honest, Billy is an orphan, he knows what happens to a child who has been loved and lost, and he also knows how those who lack care and guidance end up on the margins of society.

Superman rarely gives others that feeling of being helpless and adrift.

People will just rely on him unconsciously.

"You mentioned earlier that there was an elder... um, am I asking too many questions?"

"Don't worry." Moses signed for him. "You should know that there are many bad people in this world, but there are more good people."

The young man whispered, "But I'm still afraid when I don't know them."

"——It's no good to know too much." Moses remembered that there was a mutant whose special ability was to see through people's hearts. "All we can do is to examine ourselves and then move forward according to our inner desires."

"Maybe you're right," Billy said. "Thank you again. If there's a chance, I'd invite you to visit our home or school." He winked and grinned. "People would be amazed."

"No problem." The superhero from Metropolis was very easy to talk to. "This is a bit like the Easter egg at the end of a movie. It will give everyone a surprise."

**

Three days later, Clark Kent received a call from Lois on his way back from work.

The reporter's voice was a little dull and a little nervous: "Clark? Where are you?"

"Me? On the high-speed train. Because of a small accident, I missed my flight this morning, so I had to transfer. What happened?"

On the other end of the line, Louise coughed twice before saying, "I'm not in the metropolis right now."

"You told me yesterday," Moses said in a puzzled tone, "Perry gave you a short vacation to deal with Luther's interview."

"Yes," Louise replied.

But you wouldn't guess that I went to Kansas.

She parked the car on the side of the road, holding her notebook tightly in her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly due to the intense emotions.

Louise's interview with Luther took only one morning.

Then she immediately rushed back to the Daily Planet, asked for leave from Perry, and drove to a small town in Kansas, asking door to door if anyone had seen a young man who looked like Clark Kent.

This work took her three full days and two nights, with almost no rest. Whether Clark Kent is Superman or not, Lois got a result.

Clark is lying.

There really were a couple named Jonathan and Martha Kent, but they never had a boy with black hair and blue eyes.

Jonathan Kent tragically died in a hurricane a few years ago.

Since May this year, Martha has received a remittance from an unknown source every month into her bank account, which is mixed with her pension.

Superman also made his first appearance in May.

Louise felt that she had finally found the drop of water in the ocean that she wanted to understand.

Martha doesn't know Clark.

But Clark knew Martha.

Is it because that kind old lady provided help to the wandering Son of Krypton when no one knew?

She hadn't had a chance to collect her thoughts yet; the call to Clark, or Superman, was about another matter.

"You are on the high-speed train, so you probably haven't had time to watch the live news."

"The metropolitan area is under lockdown, and my car is stuck at the freeway intersection and I can't get in."

"A god claiming to be from Asgard and the witches of the Suicide Squad have teamed up to kidnap the mayor and demand Superman show up. Otherwise, they will attack ordinary citizens until Superman shows up."