After Death, I Became a Superhuman

"Compensation! I demand compensation!"

A burly man with a red face and thick neck pointed at She Miao's nose and shouted. She Miao couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling his head buzzing from the impact, and a few drops of saliva splashed onto his face.

This was the most bizarre conflict She Miao had encountered in the three months he had been working at the hot pot restaurant. The man in front of him seemed to be a customer who had visited a few days ago. This guy, who called himself "Iron Chrysanthemum," came with his buddies to challenge the extremely spicy dishes at this restaurant.

There's a saying that goes, "Eating spicy food is enjoyable, but it's like a funeral for your rectum." This guy failed the challenge, and Iron Chrysanthemum was broken. It was said that he even ended up in the hospital. After he went back, he probably couldn't let it go and became more and more angry. With nowhere to vent his anger, he turned around and came back to the hot pot restaurant to demand an explanation.

Poor She Miao, just a part-time high school student who had just turned eighteen, inexplicably became the target of his anger under the unanimous silent nomination of his colleagues. Iron Chrysanthemum had been verbally abusing him for five minutes straight, and he didn't even have a chance to interrupt. She Miao estimated that this guy probably spent a lot of time surfing the internet, so it was no wonder he could curse for five minutes without repeating himself.

She Miao wiped off the saliva from his face and said awkwardly, "Sir, I... um... apologize for the... um... unfortunate incident with your rectum, but the chili peppers in our restaurant have undergone quality testing and are safe for consumption..."

As soon as the words came out, the onlookers couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Iron Chrysanthemum felt even more humiliated and couldn't help but get angry. "Do you think I'm joking with you?"

With that, he pushed She Miao to the ground and was about to throw a punch. The onlookers quickly stepped forward, trying to calm him down and prevent the situation from escalating...

"..."

"Hahaha..."

On the way home from school, She Miao's only close friend, Zhu Chenghao, couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing his description.

"So, you're saying that guy came to bother you because he turned into a fierce warrior after eating chili peppers at your restaurant?"

"Yeah."

She Miao rubbed the bruised area on his face that had been beaten and grinned.

"Hahaha... sorry... this is the funniest accident I've ever heard." Zhu Chenghao regained his composure, "But buddy, you really have the worst luck. Did you break another record for being unlucky? Why do you always end up getting beaten up?"

"Who knows," She Miao said nonchalantly.

"By the way, don't you ever get angry?" Zhu Chenghao asked, "Even if it's something unrelated to you, someone comes up and starts cursing and beating you up. Most people would get angry, right?"

"Angry? Why get angry?" She Miao looked confused.

"Huh? Um..." Zhu Chenghao was a bit taken aback by the question and frowned, thinking for a moment, "...it's like 'I control my own destiny, and if someone offends me, I will kill their whole family.'"

"That's an exaggeration. It's just a small matter. It's in the past, so why bother making yourself unhappy?"

Zhu Chenghao looked at him strangely and remained silent for two seconds. "Well, if that's how you think, then it's fine."

He hopped on his bike.

"I have to go home. If I'm late, my old man will nag me for half a day. It's annoying. See you at school tomorrow."

"Okay." She Miao waved goodbye.

He didn't say it out loud, but deep down, he envied his friend for having his old man nagging him every day when he got home.@@novelbin@@

She Miao wasn't so lucky. His father went to the casino, and he suspected that his father might have won a lot of money because that was eight years ago.

His mother had remarried a long time ago, and they hadn't been in contact much in the past two years. But at least she left him a small, old house, so he didn't have to endure the sun and rain on the streets.

That's why he had such a good temper.

Firstly, compared to being scolded a few times, these trivial matters didn't bother him as much as the pressure of his bank account hovering around three digits.

Secondly, he had experienced worse things before, so the things happening now seemed insignificant in comparison.

After all, if even a person's own parents didn't care about him, how could he expect anything from others?

She Miao was just such a person, without any special characteristics or talents, and even lacked a sense of existence. After graduation, he was confident that he would be the transparent person in the class that his classmates couldn't remember even after staring at his photo for a long time.

But secretly, he would occasionally have delusions of grandeur, just like any other boy his age. For him, this symptom often occurred during self-study classes, when the class monitor, the girl with the best grades and the most beautiful appearance, sat at the podium doing her homework and supervising everyone's studying. While the other students were diligently writing, he would be daydreaming.

He had never told anyone about these fantasies, not even his only close friend. But he often imagined that in the middle of a self-study class, the sound of jet engines would suddenly come from outside, and Superman from the classic old movies would fly outside the window with his arms crossed, saying, "Excuse me, but can I borrow She Miao for a moment? There's a world security issue at the Justice League level."

Then he would stylishly adjust his collar and fly away with Superman, shocking everyone, including the beautiful class monitor.

Of course, he had been waiting for this to happen for eighteen years, and it still hadn't happened. So he guessed that either the hero who came to pick him up got lost, or maybe he was destined to live such a mundane life.

Until today.

"Look up."

A message suddenly popped up in front of him, right in the center of his field of vision.

She Miao was stunned and subconsciously followed the instructions of the message to look up.

He saw that the twilight sky had turned blood red, as if it had been dyed. The clouds seemed to be ignited, and a shadow engulfed in flames seemed to be accelerating down from behind the clouds.

In the next moment, the sky was torn apart.

The lofty sky cracked open, and the sun disappeared. Fireballs were continuously launched from the huge cracks, as if the entire starry sky was falling.

She Miao was already dumbfounded. This was a grand scene that couldn't even be seen in the most spectacular sci-fi movies, as if an invisible brush was freely painting on the canvas called the world. Every stroke created a burning abyss.

Stars fell, the earth cracked, scorching storms ignited trees and vegetation. The steel and concrete jungle began to collapse, and the buildings pierced by meteorites turned into rubble, as if foretelling the fate of this world.

In this burning world, She Miao stood alone in the midst of doomsday, looking at everything in a daze. Through the cracks in the sky, he seemed to see pairs of eyes. Demons hid behind the destroyed starry sky, laughing at their masterpiece of doomsday.

The next meteorite almost fell right in front of him.

Like a projectile from the other side of the stars, it carried a burst of light and heat. She Miao watched in fear as the wall of flames rushed towards him, realizing deep down that he was about to be vaporized.

In the next moment, everything froze.

Destruction stopped its rhythm, falling stars were suspended halfway. The scattered debris and dust strangely hung in the air, and even the scorching flames stopped in front of him.

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button in this grand destruction.

Then a figure floated through the curtain of fire in front of him. That person seemed completely unaffected by the heat, floating in mid-air, looking down from above, with a red cape fluttering behind him.

Like Superman... no, in this scene, it might be more appropriate to say it was God.

The moment She Miao looked directly at that figure, he felt his body stiffen, as if his soul had been frozen. For some reason, a strange feeling surged from the depths of his heart.

Insignificance.

It was like the shock of a mortal facing an indescribable great existence, the shock of the mind and body in the face of a sacred and grand existence. Looking at that figure, he felt as if an infinite abyss appeared before him, carrying truths and wisdom that humans couldn't touch.

"This world is in imminent danger."

"Superman" spoke, his voice ethereal and solemn, as if it came from a distant void.

"We are gathering people with special talents to deal with..."

She Miao didn't hesitate, "I'll join."

"Superman" choked on the second half of his sentence.

"...You'll join?"

"Yes, I'll join," She Miao repeated.

There was no reason for him to hesitate. In the moment "Superman" appeared, he felt his heart racing, and adrenaline surged through his body like never before. It was as if he had been born for this moment.

She Miao was very enthusiastic, "What should I do? Who is the enemy? When are we going to save the world?"

"Not yet, you don't have the ability right now. What you need to do now is to become stronger."

"Superman" said, pointing his finger. She Miao then noticed that he was holding a small test tube in his hand, containing some kind of green liquid.

"Drink it, and you will gain power," he said. "We will be in touch again."

After speaking, everything spun.

The shattered sky, falling meteors... everything suddenly disappeared. She Miao felt like he had been thrown into a high-speed washing machine and was back on the sidewalk when he came out.

He knelt on the ground, greedily gasping for air. The cold night wind made him feel slightly more awake, and the memories of what had just happened came back to him like a dream.

But then he saw the test tube he was holding in his hand.

Clearly, it wasn't a dream.

He immediately ruled out the possibility of someone playing a prank on him through implanted screens. The level of realism, even the temperature and touch, couldn't be achieved by modern virtual reality technology, let alone the most advanced technology.

More importantly, the trembling fear in his soul couldn't be explained.

Moreover, the people who truly possessed advanced technology wouldn't be bored enough to play such a high-level prank on a poor guy like him with less than three digits in his bank account.

She Miao looked at the test tube in his hand and fell into deep thought.

He still vaguely remembered his mother repeatedly warning him not to eat things given by strangers when she was still around.

After pondering for two seconds, he opened the bottle cap and poured the liquid into his mouth without hesitation.

... She Miao had never listened to his mother's words in his life.

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"He drank it, quite decisive."

Jiang Bei, who was monitoring his first employee from a distance, turned to Xiao Qi and asked, "Are you sure the potion is safe?"

Xiao Qi had changed to another anime on her phone. It seemed to be a story about a bunch of mythical creatures fighting over a cup, resulting in a head injury and a gas explosion.

Jiang Bei thought that if She Miao had ideal results after drinking it, he also planned to have a go.

"Of course," Xiao Qi didn't even turn her head, "It's just an upgrade to the beginner level of Transcendence. If anything goes wrong, I'll give you a back rub for a week..."

Before she finished her sentence, She Miao, who had drunk the potion, turned pale, convulsed all over, and fell to the ground.

Jiang Bei: "..."

Xiao Qi: "..."