[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman":3,"chapter-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-1":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: A Lazy-Ass Superman",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":18,"prevChapterSlug":19,"totalChapters":20,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":12,"translator":16,"content_hash":17},1721551,2198,"Chapter 1: Prologue","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-1",1,"\u003Cp>\"We're just ordinary folks, caught up in this crazy world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rushing through life, not a moment to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We're no saints, so stray thoughts are inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morals? Set those aside—let's talk profit instead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The off-key singing echoed inside a beat-up electric scooter. Not exactly musical, but not bad enough to scare off dogs, either. The driver bobbed his head to his own tune, cruising along under the pale glow of a flickering streetlamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever seen the city at 1 a.m.? he thought to himself. I see it every night after work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He figured this was it. Born to hustle, die as a cog in the machine. Just another anonymous worker bee grinding through life. Then—bam. Just as he crossed an empty intersection, a blinding fog light came screaming in from the left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with it, a bone-rattling blast of a truck horn—deep, guttural, like a bull's roar cranked up to eleven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light and sound hit him all at once. He barely had time to process what was happening. Still gripping the handlebars, he instinctively turned his head left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah. Of course. The ultimate isekai delivery method—a big-ass truck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could do anything else, the truck slammed into his scooter like a sledgehammer into a landmine. The battery beneath him detonated, sending up a burst of sparks and fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truck didn't stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were out in the industrial outskirts of the city—no cameras, no traffic, not even a decent dashcam in sight. By the time emergency services arrived, the accident had already gone viral online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire was out. All that remained was a charred scooter frame on the side of the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the driver's seat, barely recognizable amid the soot and metal, was a single scorched mark—one last trace of a nameless man whose life had burned out without fanfare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one who noticed he was gone? His supervisor—furious that someone had skipped work for three straight days without handing over the project files.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, a termination letter was mailed to an empty apartment—mortgage still hanging like a noose for the next thirty years. A few months later, when the bank repossessed the place, that letter was tossed in the trash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one cared the tenant had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u002F\u002F SYSTEM: TRANSFERRING CONSCIOUSNESS \u002F\u002F\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When our tragic, overworked soul opened his eyes again, he wasn't sitting in his scooter. There were no headlights, no screeching trucks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact… he wasn't even sure there were windows anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt like he was strapped into some high-tech massage chair, padded tight from every direction. Directly in front of him was a curved, translucent panel—his only view of the outside world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to turn his head, but it was difficult. His eyeballs worked fine, though. Limited field of vision, but enough to figure out he was sealed in a small, enclosed pod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the viewing panel… darkness. A vast expanse of stars stretched across the void, glittering like scattered diamonds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it nighttime?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then a massive planetary body drifted past—striped with bands of white and brown, a swirling red spot staring back like a cosmic eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait. That looked suspiciously like Jupiter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant… this wasn't just \"nighttime.\" This was space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Real, honest-to-God outer space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared, slack-jawed, as rings and meteor belts zipped by. It was like watching a planetarium projection—except this was way too real. And way too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brain jumped to the last thing he remembered: headlights. The truck. The crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This? This felt like a sequel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tentatively, he tried to move. His limbs were buried under padding, but not paralyzed. With some effort, he wriggled his right arm free and raised it to his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arm was chubby. Soft. Skin so smooth it practically glowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way this belonged to a sleep-deprived, underpaid adult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact… these proportions didn't belong to an adult at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell? I've been reborn?! Did I transmigrate? Or is this… some kind of body possession thing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No extra memories popped up. No cheat skills. No glowing system screens. Just confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging from the view outside, this wasn't a fantasy world or a digital dimension. Looked like… space. Deep space. And if that was Jupiter… then maybe he was still in the solar system?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few moments later, another planet floated by—this one wrapped in majestic rings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Saturn,\" he guessed. \"Which means I'm moving toward Earth… or the sun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced around. No steering controls. No dashboard. Not even a joystick. Whatever this pod was, it didn't seem pilotable. Either it was flying itself—or gravity was doing the job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Option A meant he was going home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Option B… meant he was heading into the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fantastic. Just got reincarnated, and now I'm about to get incinerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe this was the sci-fi version of crossing the River Styx.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a resigned sigh, he stopped thinking about how to escape. There wasn't much he could do anyway. The pod was cramped, techless, and absolutely not interactive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this… one of those futuristic space funerals? Like burying someone at sea during the age of exploration—except now we launched corpses into orbit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he riding a space coffin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or… was this a Saiyan pod?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought made him smirk. He imagined reaching behind to check for a monkey tail—then realized he couldn't move enough to confirm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Man, Dragon Ball really was a product of its time,\" he mused. \"Send a baby to conquer Earth? Dude probably couldn't conquer a bottle of formula.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled his eyes, picturing some evil overlord sending his daughter to fight heroes. A one-way ticket to rebellion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his sarcasm was interrupted when the pod shifted. Outside the viewing panel, a beautiful blue planet appeared—half shrouded in night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark side glimmered faintly with lights. Artificial ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, civilization still existed. That was a good sign. No cavemen. No medieval witch-hunters. Looked like he was landing in a modern world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the pod began its descent, it passed by orbiting satellites, blinking steadily in the dark. He was too busy ranting internally to reflect on his identity—or lack thereof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the pod hit the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames licked across the viewport as the hull superheated, but the interior remained cool and still. No turbulence. No G-force. Just a smooth, eerily calm ride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thing was way beyond Earth tech. If it wasn't alien, it was at least next-gen alien-adjacent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or maybe it really was just a coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then… who was he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He braced himself for the worst. What if this was Planet of the Apes? A bunch of hyper-intelligent chimps pulling him from his pod?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please no monkey men. Please no monkey men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his relief, what greeted him wasn't simians—but a group of burly guys in snow-white parkas, speaking in thick Russian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pod had landed in the middle of a snowstorm. Somewhere remote. Cold as hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth to speak—maybe throw out a \"Привет, товарищ\"—but what came out was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waaah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A baby's cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yep. No mistaking it now. Short limbs. Chubby body. Tiny lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't just reincarnated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd been reborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a literal baby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Siberia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fantastic.\u003C\u002Fp>",1190,"2026-06-06T15:31:22.263Z","novelbin.me","24aa5f38b138e977a03d3e7fdfb6266afd40a651afeef43ec460ced711cf33dd","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-2","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-250",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-cover.jpg"]