My name is Peter, I’m 22 years old, and I’m a transmigrator. My current identity? A farmer in Kansas, USA.
Today, I discovered a crashed alien spaceship on the farm. I have a feeling I’m about to find Superman.
What should I do?
I’m so excited!
My son is Superman!
Can I just relax now?!
Wait...
Why is the system telling me this baby is Homelander?!
Years later.
Peter stood on the farm, looking up at yet another spaceship falling from the sky.
"Seriously, system? Are you ever going to stop? How many babies have you sent me over the years?
If it were Superman, I wouldn't even mind! But the kids you send all belong to the Father Killer category! Homelander, Star Lord....can you stop?! Are you trying to speed up my death?!"
Peter sighed, raising a middle finger to the "shooting star" in the sky.
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