After Death, I Became a Superhuman

She Miao half-lay on the ground, locking eyes with his long-lost father for a few seconds.

Although he was supposed to have a more handsome entrance according to the original plan... it didn't matter anymore.

He stood up and raised a hand, making a pause gesture. "I know you may not be in the best mental state right now, but I'd rather talk than fight..."

She Duming remained expressionless, raising a palm with electric arcs dancing on his fingertips. She Miao reacted quickly, rolling to the side and taking cover as the electric current grazed past him.

"Alright, let's talk with our fists then, got it." She Miao drew his gun.

It was quite unique for a father and son conversation after so many years.

With that, he peeked out from behind cover and pulled the trigger. She Duming swiftly moved, and the bullet exploded into sparks against the metal wall.

His father pressed a palm on a table and leaped from it with the agility of a monkey, delivering a flying kick straight to his face. She Miao dodged by tucking his head, attempting to counterattack with a stylish gun swing, but before he could swing the gun into the right position, he was kicked away.

His firearm slipped from his hand, but his other hand drew a combat knife and slashed at She Duming twice. However, the old man had an uncanny control of distance, tilting his upper body slightly as the knife grazed past his nose. Then, in the moment the knife missed, he immediately closed in, striking She Miao's wrist with a palm.

Electricity surged, and a numbness spread through his arm. She Miao involuntarily loosened his grip, and the knife fell to the ground.

He never knew that his old man's combat skills were so high. She Duming didn't make a single unnecessary move throughout the fight, seamlessly connecting his techniques like flowing water, as if the entire set of movements came naturally to him.

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It was as if dismantling combat moves was like a complex chess game to him, with every move triggering the opponent's actions and calculating the subsequent responses. He was like the chess player moving the pieces, calculating seven steps ahead with each move.

After several rounds of fighting, She Miao took a hard punch to his cheek.

His old man's arm was quite powerful, and his reinforced strength was not to be underestimated. She Miao could almost feel his cheek sinking in the direction of the punch, spitting out blood with a salty and wet taste, and even one of his teeth felt loose.

Then, his low leg sweep was predicted, and She Duming intercepted his right leg midway with a sweeping kick, causing his lower leg to feel like it was about to snap in half.

The next punch carried an electric shock ability, almost numbing the pain. He felt like he might have heard the sound of his own nose breaking, but he wasn't sure because there were hundreds of muffled thunderous sounds buzzing in his ears. This made it impossible for him to be certain of what he heard.

Blood flowed from his nose, bruises covered his body, and the pain spread throughout his body, but She Miao couldn't help but laugh.

With blood in his mouth, even choking on it a couple of times, he couldn't stop himself from laughing out loud, that kind of happy laughter.

When he was kicked out and crashed through a shattered mirror, landing amidst the debris on the ground, he laughed with blood bubbles coming out of his mouth.

It was truly a display of filial piety.

She Duming remained expressionless, grabbing his collar from behind and lifting him up, his arm like a steel rod locking tightly around his throat.

A standard chokehold, once it was formed, there was no way to escape.

"...Look over here."

She Miao picked up the shattered mirror from the ground and held it horizontally in front of him.

She Duming instinctively followed his movement and looked up, seeing the fragments in his hand and the reflection of She Miao within them.

Through the reflection in the mirror, their eyes met.

The True Eye activated.

In an instant, She Miao felt like his body lost all weight. He fell into a pitch-black void, spinning in a whirlpool, descending into the dark abyss.

Then, he landed heavily on a familiar corridor.

She Miao stood up and looked around in confusion. The familiar corridor, the familiar doors and windows, the furniture on display...

...this was his childhood home.

As the initiator of the ability activation, he vaguely realized that this was a memory world constructed by his father or himself... or perhaps both of them together.

"So this kind of effect exists... how rare."

He muttered to himself and proceeded down the corridor. He stopped in front of his own bedroom and gently pushed open the door.

He saw himself. His four-year-old self lying quietly on the bed, deeply immersed in baby-like sleep. And She Duming was sitting by the bedside, gently stroking his son's head with affection.

She Miao never remembered seeing this expression on his father's face. In his memory, his father was always cold and indifferent, as if he never wanted to look at him for more than a glance.But he quickly thought that it was many years ago. He was still young at that time, and many memories were blurred... Perhaps his imagination had even surpassed the memory itself. Perhaps his few memories of his father were just based on his later impressions.

She Miao opened the door, and it was pouring rain outside. He saw his younger self crying and pulling at a man's clothes, not letting him leave, but was ruthlessly pushed away. The man didn't look back and disappeared into the rainy night without hesitation.

He would always remember that night because the man never came back after that day. But what he didn't remember was that the man who turned his back on him that day was also crying, his tears indistinguishable in the pouring rain.

Why was that?

Because he vaguely guessed that this departure might be a permanent farewell, afraid that once he looked back, he would lose his fighting spirit?

She Miao also saw a car popular in that era parked outside their old house. She Duming was sitting in the driver's seat, and his partner was in the passenger seat.

"You know, you could go back and take a look at your little guy," his partner said, "I can wait for you here."

She Duming shook his head: "No, the mission won't wait."

"...You know, you could apply for a transfer. If you need time to be with your son..."

"It's okay, that kid can handle himself." She Duming grinned, "After all, he's my seed, he'll definitely be more successful than me in the future."

"..."

She Miao stood in the car exhaust watching the receding shadow, and couldn't help but sigh.

He wanted to say, Dad, do you have to be so confident? What virtues and abilities do I have to deserve your confidence?

Do you think raising a child is as simple as watering a plant? It's pure luck that I didn't grow up twisted or disabled.

Passing by your home three times without entering? Do you think you're the great Yu?

Do you have to be... so cool?

Sometimes he did fantasize, if his father wasn't a gambler, but a superhero busy saving people all over the world, that would be cool.

But now that the fantasy has come true, he found that it doesn't seem to make a difference.

Having a heroic father sounds cool, but it seems to have nothing to do with him. Unless one day he is held at gunpoint by a villain, otherwise, after the coolness, he is still the child who was born unloved, grew up lacking calcium and love.

She Miao gently closed his eyes.

He felt himself falling back to the ground. Everything he had just seen, though seemingly long, was actually only in an instant. The activation of the Sky Eye ended, and they returned to reality.

He felt the arm around his neck loosen.

He coughed up a bit of blood, breathing heavily like an asthmatic. When he looked up, he found that the emptiness and chaos in the old man's eyes had disappeared, replaced by something else.

Joy? Gratitude? Guilt?

He wasn't sure.

His eyes were moist with tears, and he couldn't see clearly.

She Miao suppressed the urge to hug him.

His face was blurred by facial recognition, in She Duming's eyes, he should be a mysterious Extraordinary Being. It's best to keep it that way.

She Duming collapsed, struggling to catch his breath.

"You must... you must warn them..."@@novelbin@@

"What?"

"Warn the Sky Eye, that assault team..." She Duming got up, suppressing his emotions, "There's something very terrifying locked up in this base... and it might have already gotten out."