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Chapter 523: Cosmic Superhero Alliance
Chapter 523: Cosmic Superhero Alliance
Moments later, the door to the interrogation room slid open again.
A man from the Shrugging Planet, standing nearly two meters tall and dressed in military uniform, stepped inside. His species shared similar height averages with humans, and their gender distinctions mirrored Earth’s.
He didn’t rush to speak or approach Feng Bu Jue. Instead, he lingered at the threshold, waiting silently for a few seconds until the electronic door sealed shut behind him before moving forward.
“I hear… you wanted to talk to me?” He strode to the table, his gaze locking onto Feng Bu Jue’s relaxed posture across from him. His voice was solemn, though a hint of sarcasm crept in as he added, “Well then… speak up, big character.”
Feng Bu Jue glanced up, meeting the man’s eyes for two seconds before smirking. “Who are you?”
“Major General He He He He of the Shrugging Planet Army.”
Feng Bu Jue chuckled dryly, mentally noting, So your species has tons of people with repeated names, huh?
“Don’t play friendly, Earthling,” He He He He snapped.
Feng Bu Jue only realized after his chuckle that his laughter had coincided with part of the general’s name.
“Uh… quick question,” Feng Bu Jue said. “Do all your people have names made of four identical syllables?”
“Correct. Got a problem with it, Earthling?”
“That means duplicates must be rampant,” Feng Bu Jue pressed.
The general scoffed, lowering himself into the chair opposite Feng Bu Jue. “Listen, Earthling. I’m here to talk because I believe you’re valuable. But if you keep this up… I’ll resort to other methods.” His expression darkened into a glare. “Drop your tourist-style questions. Tell me your name, rank, and affiliated unit… or else.”
“I’m a superhero from Earth,” Feng Bu Jue replied bluntly.
He delivered the line without hesitation, his face an unreadable mask—a lie so seamless even a human would struggle to detect it, let alone a Shrugging Planet native.
“During a battle with a supervillain, I was forcefully teleported,” Feng Bu Jue continued, reciting a story hastily crafted minutes earlier. “When I came to, I was already in a desert.”
He He He He fell silent for a few seconds, his eyes fixed as if staring through Feng Bu Jue at the mirror behind him. Finally, he spoke: “You expect me to believe that?”
“Belief isn’t necessary,” Feng Bu Jue said, tapping a finger against the glass behind him. “As long as the people back there are convinced.”
The general’s expression shifted, confirming part of Feng Bu Jue’s suspicion. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “You’re no ‘Major General,’ are you? Judging by your demeanor, your rank is lower than that Colonel Ku Ku Ku Ku I met earlier. Stripping away the theatrics—your build, posture, and habits suggest you’re likely a company commander assigned to protect some high-ranking officer.”
Feng Bu Jue tilted his head, glancing at the mirror. “Of course, if I were a general, I’d make the same choice…” He stood abruptly.
Instantly, He He He He sprang up, shifting into a martial arts stance.
“Relax,” Feng Bu Jue said, grinning. “This chair’s uncomfortable. I just wanted to stretch.” He gestured around the sterile room. “It’s not like you’d bring a sofa into an interrogation room.”
The general’s face twisted. “Don’t push your luck.” His posture tightened—clearly preparing for violence. Feng Bu Jue’s innate talent for drawing hostility, it seemed, was universal across the cosmos.
“Since I encountered your ‘First Squad’ to the moment I entered this room,” Feng Bu Jue continued, ignoring the threat, “not once did anyone search me. On Earth, that’d be reckless. What if I’d hidden an explosive device? Bringing me to your base would’ve been dangerous.” He smiled. “Sure, there are theories—maybe your species isn’t too bright, or maybe death matters less here. But the likeliest reason?” He tapped the mirror. “You’re certain I’m unarmed.”
He licked his lips, adjusting his sweat-dampened hair in the reflection. “I’d bet your mechs, base checkpoints, and even this one-way glass are all rigged with top-tier metal detectors.”
Spinning around, he fixed He He He He with a stare. “Yet, despite knowing I carry nothing but magazines, you didn’t relax. Hence, a soldier with decent skills like you was sent to pose as a general. If I’d attacked, the real general wouldn’t be harmed.”
Bzzzt—
Before Feng Bu Jue finished, a shrill alarm erupted. The mirror responded, shifting transparency within seconds to reveal a clear pane.
Feng Bu Jue’s gaze shifted to the adjacent room—a larger space filled with instruments. Standing on the other side, locking eyes with him, was the genuine Major General He He He He.
“Return, Ji Ji Ji Ji,” the real general ordered, his voice crisp through the intercom.
“At once, sir,” the impostor—now revealed as Ji Ji Ji Ji—saluted and retreated toward the door.
“You’re a sharp-tongued Earthling,” the true general addressed Feng Bu Jue, “but I’m no child. Clever deductions won’t change facts. You claim to be a superhero? Prove it with evidence.”
Without a word, Feng Bu Jue theatrically snapped his fingers. A gleaming golden poker card materialized between his fingers.
The general scoffed. “That only proves you’re a magician.”
His smirk froze as Feng Bu Jue slashed the card across the glass, producing a screech like nails on a chalkboard.
“Impossible!” He stumbled backward. Personnel in the control room leapt from their seats, scattering to the walls.
Ji Ji Ji Ji and soldiers in the observation room seized weapons, aiming at the glass.
“Indeed advanced tech,” Feng Bu Jue remarked, slicing an oval opening in the pane. He examined the edge—three centimeters thick, layered with nanotech components between crystalline sheets. “High-precision gear, no doubt.”
His deduction was spot-on. The panel separating the rooms was a prized military asset for the Shrugging Planet, worth more than tanks. Designed to withstand even suicide bombers, it could teleport visuals, adjust audio, and scan for metal.
Thus, the humans’ shock when Feng Bu Jue sliced it like butter with a glowing poker card was… understandable.
"Look, this is the Superhero's Capability", Feng Bu Jue said through the hole he'd cut into the adjacent room.
"Freeze! Drop the weapon in your hands!" Ji Ji Ji Ji shouted, leading the charge with a gun pointed directly at Feng Bu Jue through the gap.
Feng Bu Jue chuckled, flicking his wrist dismissively. The playing card in his hand dissolved into nothingness. "I told you not to tense up", he said, tilting his head toward the general being shielded by soldiers behind Ji Ji Ji Ji. "I mean no harm, and certainly no Spy business. To be honest, I know very little about your Shrugging Planet humans. You can consider me a tourist, really..." He shrugged, spreading his arms wide. "As long as you don’t threaten my Safety or restrict my Freedom, I have no reason to hurt any of you."
"Stand down, Ji Ji Ji Ji", General He pushed past his soldiers, stepping forward to lower Ji Ji Ji Ji’s gun barrel with his hand. "Fine… I’ll believe you", he said, adjusting his military uniform. "Might I ask your name and title?" After posing the question, he quickly corrected himself, "Oh, right—Superheroes use code names. Allow me to rephrase: Who do I have the honor of addressing?"
"Poker Knight." Feng Bu Jue blurted out without hesitation.
"Haha… it’s all just a misunderstanding, really…" General He’s tone softened significantly. "Since you’re a Superhero, let me contact the Cosmic Superhero Alliance. I’ll have someone come pick you up and take you back to Earth."
"What?" Feng Bu Jue couldn’t hide his shock.
"Is… something wrong?" the general asked, noticing Feng Bu Jue’s reaction.
"N-no, not at all…" Feng Bu Jue forced a quick smile, though his mind raced: Wait—does this scenario world actually have Superheroes? And a universe-level alliance?!
"You’ve never heard of the Cosmic Superhero Alliance?" The general’s skepticism was obvious, even across species. "That’s unusual, isn’t it?"
"Well… I became a hero quite recently", Feng Bu Jue improvised, sensing the doubt. "My Capability is pretty average—hardly anything impressive. I’m more of the… anonymous type."
"I see", General He said. "No problem then. When the Alliance arrives, you can ask them anything you want." He turned to a soldier, whispering orders.
Though standing far away, Feng Bu Jue heard every word. The general was actually sending someone to contact the Cosmic Superhero Alliance.
...
To skip the formalities, Feng Bu Jue was soon escorted to a waiting room.
As he sat there, his mind twisted in knots: This complicates things… I just wanted to make up a story to explain how I ended up in this planet’s military zone. But now this?!
Based on the general’s reaction, Superheroes held immense status in this universe. The Shrugging Planet humans clearly respected them. Who knows what kind of weirdos I’ll meet now. What if a ‘Manhattan-level’ Demigod shows up and instantly sees through my ‘Otherworld Traveler’ secret? They’d consider me a threat—this could get ugly fast…
According to General He, any planet’s government military in the Galactic Federation could contact the Cosmic Superhero Alliance with a legitimate reason. The Alliance responded to nearly any request within a cosmic week (roughly an hour), faster in emergencies.
But Feng Bu Jue’s case was clearly low-priority—more like helping a lost alien find its way home. If he’d been a regular Earthling, the Shrugging Planet humans would have interrogated him, confirmed he wasn’t a Spy, then sent him back to Earth—or silenced him.
But now, claiming to be a Superhero and demonstrating his "Superpower", the situation had changed.
Feng Bu Jue’s instincts were spot-on: Superheroes here were like walking celebrities, revered as highly as the Cosmic Safety Bureau. The system was complex, but this isn’t the time to dive into details. Let’s return to the story.
Hiss—
The electronic door slid open. General He entered first, followed by two men in skintight suits.
The man in front stood about 1.8 meters tall, clad in a white suit with purple-gold stripes. He wore a mask matching the suit’s color scheme, his brown skin and neat black curls contrasting sharply with his attire.
The second man mirrored his physique and brown skin but bore a thick beard. His suit was blue-and-white instead.
"Let me introduce them", General He gestured as Feng Bu Jue stood, sweat already beading on his palms.
The two heroes before him had the kind of unbearably righteous eyes that screamed good guy—exactly the kind of people Feng Bu Jue instinctively categorized as "the enemy."
"This is… Poker Knight." General He motioned toward Feng Bu Jue.
Feng Bu Jue forced a smile so awkward it looked painful. "Heh… Hello! Total newbie here. I just picked a name and threw on some middle school syndrome gear to start fighting injustice. Haven’t joined an Organization yet…"
"No need to be so humble, young man", the white-suited hero boomed, his voice thick with an unmistakable Indian accent. "As long as you have a heart for Justice, the Cosmic Superhero Alliance doors are always open."
Pfft— Feng Bu Jue nearly snorted, his face reddening as he screamed internally: Wait, Why Does HE Have AN Indian Accent?! Is this a joke?! Even the most serious lines sound like a comedy routine!
"Excellent words", General He nodded approvingly. "This is Pili Dancer Warrior, a renowned hero active across the Northern Milky Way’s Ten Points."
The name hit Feng Bu Jue like a sledgehammer. Wait, What?! This weirdo actually exists?! I just made him up! Did this universe pull him out of nowhere?! No wonder the setting feels so Indian! I didn’t even imagine his appearance—how did this scenario flesh him out on its own?!
"And this", General He gestured to the blue-and-white hero, "is his partner—Tap Monster Guest."
Oh, it’s really you! Feng Bu Jue’s mind screamed. This universe is doomed! Completely doomed! I should switch realities now! A desert sounds great—let me freedom-run into a sunset at 40°C!
"Ah, we’ve heard all about you, Poker Knight!" Tap Monster Guest stepped forward, his Indian accent identical to his partner’s. "You battled a Super Criminal, got caught in a Space-Time Storm, overcame countless trials across dimensions, and finally punched a Space Rift open in the Shrugging Planet’s desert to return to our world! Truly impressive!"
Oh, it’s impressive all right! Feng Bu Jue fumed. This random backstory is so over-the-top it’s bursting! You’re just making it up as you go, General He! Why not say I’m Ultraman next?! At least I could pull off a few ‘xia-xia’ sound effects and fake everyone out! I wanna be light! Become the light! Be-light! Light! Aaaargh—
"Poker Knight?" Pili Dancer Warrior tilted his head, noticing Feng Bu Jue’s pale expression. "Why aren’t you responding?"
They assumed he’d gone catatonic from shock.
"Haha… nothing", Feng Bu Jue managed. "Just… zoning out for a second."
(End of Chapter)
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