Chapter 1 Dialogue

A moment later, the door to the interrogation room opened again.

A Shrugger (the average height of a Shrugger is similar to that of a human), nearly two meters tall and wearing an officer's uniform, walked in (Shruggers also have genders, male and female).

After entering the room, he didn't rush to speak or approach Feng Bujue. He simply stood at the doorway, quietly waiting for a few seconds until the electronic door behind him closed again before taking a step forward.

"I heard... you wanted to talk to me?" He took a few steps forward, stopping at the table and looking at the casually seated Jue-ge across from him. He said in a deep voice, "Then... say something..." He paused, adding with a slightly mocking tone, "...big shot."

Feng Bujue looked up at the other man for two seconds, then smiled and replied, "Who are you?"

"Lieutenant General of the Shrugger Army, Hehehehehe." Hehehehehe replied.

"Hehe..." Feng Bujue chuckled dryly, thinking to himself, *There must be a lot of people with the same name in this race...*

"Don't try to get familiar with me, you spy," Hehehehehe continued.

It was only when General He spoke that Jue-ge realized his laughter was part of the other man's name...

"Uh... I wanted to ask," Feng Bujue said, "Do people on your planet... all have names consisting of four identical syllables?"

Hehehehehe replied, "Yes, do you have a problem with that? Earthling."

"Doesn't that mean there are a lot of people with the same name?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Hmph..." Hehehehehe snorted coldly, sitting down in the chair across from Jue-ge. "Listen, Earthling, the only reason I'm sitting here talking to you is because I believe you have value. If you're going to act like this... I don't mind using other methods to get information." His expression changed (seemingly adopting a threatening look). "Now... drop the tourist act and tell me your name, rank, and unit... everything, or else..."

"I am a superhero from Earth," Feng Bujue immediately replied.

He said this without batting an eye, and not even a human could detect a hint of a lie on his face, let alone a Shrugger.

"During a battle with a supervillain, I was forcibly teleported," Jue-ge recited the fabricated story he had come up with in the past few minutes. "When I came to, I was in the middle of a desert."

Hehehehehe was silent for a few seconds. His gaze seemed to be directed at the mirror behind Jue-ge. After a while, he spoke again: "Do you really think I'd believe that?"

"Whether you believe it or not is not important." Feng Bujue pointed at the mirror behind him. "All that matters is that the people behind that glass believe it."

Hehehehehe's expression visibly changed at that moment. Seeing this, Jue-ge became even more certain of his guess and continued, "You're not a 'lieutenant general,' are you? In my opinion, your rank is even lower than that of Colonel Kkkkkk I met earlier." He stroked his chin. "Removing the theatrics... based on your physique, temperament, and habits, I'd say you're probably a guard company commander for some high-ranking officer..."

Feng Bujue tilted his head, looking at the mirror behind him. "Of course, if I were a general-level officer, I would make the same choice..." As he said this, he stood up.

Hehehehehe reacted instantly, jumping up and assuming a fighting stance.

"Don't be nervous," Feng Bujue said. "This chair isn't very comfortable, so I'm just going to stand up and walk around." He smiled. "After all, it's an interrogation room; I can't exactly expect you to bring in a sofa."

"You'd better not get too cocky..." Hehehehehe said with a fierce expression, seemingly intending to use force. It seemed Jue-ge's talent for attracting hatred was universal.

"From the moment I encountered your 'First Squad' until I was brought to this interrogation room..." Feng Bujue ignored the other man's threats, continuing on his own. "Throughout the entire process, no one searched me." He paced back and forth in front of the mirror. "At least on Earth... that's highly illogical. What if I was carrying some sort of powerful explosive device? Wouldn't it be dangerous to bring me back to the base?" He laughed. "Although there are many theoretical possibilities, such as you guys not being very smart or the concept of 'death' on this planet being different from Earth... the most logical explanation is that you're certain I'm not carrying anything dangerous."

Jue-ge licked his lips, looked in the mirror, and straightened his sweat-soaked hair. "I imagine... your large mechs, the entrances to the base, and..." He gently tapped the glass in front of him. "...behind this one-way mirror, are equipped with very advanced metal detection devices."

At this point, he turned around, looking at Hehehehehe. "However... even though you know I have nothing but some magazines on me, you're still not taking any chances. So, you sent this quite skilled soldier to impersonate a lieutenant general and talk to me. Even if I suddenly made some extremely dangerous move, the real general wouldn't be harmed."

Buzzing sound—

Before Feng Bujue could finish speaking, a buzzing sound suddenly rang out, and the "mirror" in the room changed in response, becoming transparent glass in two seconds.

Jue-ge glanced sideways. On the other side of the glass, another room appeared, larger than the interrogation room and filled with various instruments. At that moment, the real Lieutenant General Hehehehehe was standing on the other side of the glass, looking at Feng Bujue.

"Come back here, Jijijiji," the general said, his voice clearly audible in the interrogation room.

"Yes, sir," the officer who called himself "Hehehehehe," but was actually "Jijijiji," responded, immediately heading towards the door. As soon as the electronic door to the interrogation room opened, he retreated out.

"Earthling, you seem to be a clever one..." the general on the other side of the glass continued to Jue-ge. "But I'm not a three-year-old. Even if you have some intelligence and can make some decent deductions... it doesn't fundamentally change the situation." He paused. "You say you're a superhero from Earth. Fine... but words alone are not enough. I need proof."

Without a word, Feng Bujue dramatically snapped his fingers, and in the next second, a golden, shimmering playing card appeared in his hand.

"Hmph..." the general responded with a cold laugh. "That only proves you're a magician at best."

His smile quickly froze on his face.

Squeak—

An extremely unpleasant sound rang out.

Jue-ge was directly using the Death Poker to cut through the glass in front of him, creating a noise similar to fingernails scratching across glass.

"How is that possible!" General He quickly took a few steps back, and the staff sitting at the operating table also stood up, retreating towards the wall.

Jijijiji, who had just returned to the other room, and several other soldiers who were already in the room grabbed their weapons, aiming them at the glass, ready to fire at any moment.

"Hmm... so it really is a powerful piece of technology..." Feng Bujue quickly cut out an oval-shaped hole in the "glass" in front of him, large enough for him to pass through, and muttered as he looked at the cut edges, "A full three centimeters thick, with a large number of nano-scale mechanical components between the two layers of crystal... looks like a high-precision device..."

He was right. This "glass" separating the control room and the interrogation room was a very expensive and advanced military device for the Shruggers, more expensive than a tank. This "monitoring panel" could not only transmit and adjust one-way and two-way visual and auditory signals but also had the functions of a surveillance camera and a metal scanner. Most importantly... the panel had extremely high compressive strength. Even if someone detonated themselves in the interrogation room (which had happened before), it would not affect the people in the adjacent control room.

Therefore, when the Shruggers witnessed Jue-ge cutting through this thing with a glowing playing card, their shock was self-evident.

"See, this is the power of a superhero." Feng Bujue said to the people in the next room through the hole he had cut.

"Don't move! Drop your weapon!" Jijijiji, standing at the front with a gun, shouted at Jue-ge across the hole.

Feng Bujue smiled, casually waved his hand, and the playing card in his hand disappeared. "I told you not to be nervous..." He tilted his head, looking at the general who was being protected by the soldiers. "I don't have any malicious intent, and I'm not a spy. In fact, my knowledge of you Shruggers is very limited. You can treat me as a tourist..." He shrugged and spread his hands. "As long as you don't threaten my personal safety or restrict my freedom, I have no reason to harm you."

"Put down your gun, Jijijiji." General He pushed aside the soldiers in front of him, stepped forward, and lowered Jijijiji's gun. "Alright... I believe you." He straightened his uniform. "May I ask your name?" After asking this question, he immediately changed his tone and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. Superheroes all use codenames. What is yours?"

"Poker Man," Feng Bujue blurted out.

"Oh, I see..." General He responded. "Ha... a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding..." His tone was much more relaxed. "Since you're a superhero... how about this? I'll contact the Universal Superhero Alliance and have them send someone to pick you up and take you back to Earth."

"What?" Feng Bujue couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Uh... is there a problem?" General He asked.

"No... nothing..." Feng Bujue quickly changed his expression and replied quickly. But in his heart, he was thinking: *No way... does this script world really have superheroes? And even a universal-level alliance?*

"Have you never heard of the Universal Superhero Alliance?" The surprised tone just now was too obvious. Even though they were of different races, General He could see a hint of suspicion and asked.

"Well... because I only recently became a hero, and my abilities are very average..." Seeing that the other party was suspicious, Feng Bujue had no choice but to continue making things up. "Basically... I'm the kind of hero who is unknown."

"Oh, I see," General He replied. "That's fine... anyway, when the people from the Alliance arrive, you can ask them about it directly." After saying this, he turned around and whispered a few words to a soldier behind him.

Even though Jue-ge was standing far away, he could hear clearly... General He really did order his men to contact the "Universal Superhero Alliance."

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In short... a few minutes later, Feng Bujue was invited to wait in a lounge.

During this time, he was on pins and needles, feeling uneasy. *This situation has become complicated... I originally just wanted to make up a reason that couldn't be verified to cover up the fact that I appeared in someone else's planet's secret military zone... but it led to an incredible development...*

*Judging from the general's reaction, superheroes have a high status in this universe. At least the Shruggers have a friendly attitude towards them... I wonder what kind of guys I'll meet later. What if a 'Manhattan-level' demigod shows up and instantly sees that I'm a 'traveler from another world' and considers me a threat... that would be bad...*

According to General He, all planetary governments in the Galactic Federation could contact the Universal Superhero Alliance. As long as there was a legitimate reason, they would basically respond to any request, and someone would arrive within one universal week (approximately one hour). Depending on the urgency of the situation, this time could be shortened.

However, Feng Bujue's situation should be considered very non-urgent, basically equivalent to sending a lost alien home.

If Jue-ge were an ordinary Earthling, after the Shruggers conducted a strict investigation and determined that he wasn't a spy, he would be sent back to Earth (or perhaps killed).

But now that he had revealed his identity as a "superhero" and demonstrated "superpowers," the nature of the situation had changed.

Feng Bujue guessed correctly: superheroes had a very high status in this universe, roughly equivalent to the "Universal Security Bureau." There were a series of very complicated settings behind this, but let's not go into detail here... let's get back to the story.

Shh—

The electronic door to the lounge opened, and two men in tight-fitting suits walked in, led by General He.

The man walking in front was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a white suit with purple and gold stripes. He also wore a mask that matched the colors of his suit. This man had curly black hair and brown skin, and he didn't have a beard.

Because he was wearing a tight-fitting suit, it was easy to see that this person's body was exactly the same as a human's. It seemed that this was also an Earth hero.

The man walking behind him had basically the same physical characteristics as the man in front. He was also a brown-skinned human, but he had a goatee, and the colors of his suit were blue and white.

"Let me introduce you," General He brought the two men in front of Jue-ge.

Feng Bujue was more nervous than ever, and he was sweating cold. He scanned the faces of the two men in front of him, seeing two pairs of eyes filled with righteousness. At that moment, he thought to himself, *Ah... I feel so uncomfortable... good and evil have never gotten along...* He inexplicably classified himself as "evil."

"This is... Poker Man." General He gestured.

Feng Bujue stood up from the sofa, forcing a painful smile. "Heh... hehe... hello, I'm new here... actually, I just randomly picked a name, put on a rather chuuni outfit, and started doing good deeds. I haven't found an organization yet..."

"Hey~ no need to be so polite, young man." The man in the lead said cheerfully. "As long as you have a heart that pursues justice, the doors of the Universal Superhero Alliance will always be open to you."

"Pfft..." Feng Bujue suddenly puffed out his cheeks, his face turning red. He roared in his heart, *Hey! What's with the Indian accent! Are you kidding me! How can you make even a serious statement so comical!*

"Yes, well said." General He nodded at the superhero who spoke. "This is Breakdance Man from Outlying Star, a well-known hero who has been very active in the Northern Galaxy recently."

Those words... were like a hammer, striking Jue-ge's heart.

"Hey!" He almost shouted out loud. Due to excessive restraint, he collapsed on the sofa. *He appeared! This strange guy just appeared! Isn't this a character that I just made up? Does he really exist? Is this universe really okay? No wonder he has an Indian background! I didn't even imagine what this guy looked like at the time... did the script automatically fill it in?*

"And this... is his partner." General He pointed to the man in the blue and white suit. "The Tap Dancing Freak."

"I knew it was you!" Feng Bujue continued to shout loudly in his heart. *The universe is doomed! It's completely over! I should switch to another world as soon as possible! A desert sounds good! Let me run freely towards the sunset in a desert with a temperature of forty degrees!*

"Oh, I've heard about you, Poker Man." The Tap Dancing Freak stepped forward, speaking in the same Indian accent. "You fought against a supervillain, were caught in a time-space storm, went through countless adventures and trials, finally broke through dimensions, came to Shrugger, opened a spatial rift in the desert, and successfully returned to this world, right? Amazing."

*It's very amazing! This kind of inexplicable content is just crazy, domineering, cool, and explosive... That Mr. He is just embellishing it! Why don't you just say that I'm Ultraman! It would be easier for me to tell the lie! I could just go xia~xia~ a few times and fool them!* Feng Bujue was roaring in his heart. *I really want to become light! Become light... come light... light... aah...*

"Um... what's wrong?" Breakdance Man looked at Jue-ge. "Poker Man? Why aren't you talking?"

They saw Feng Bujue sitting on the sofa with a pale face, not saying a word, and thought something was wrong with him.

"Hehe... it's nothing..." Feng Bujue replied. "I was just... a little distracted..."