The morning light in the house always carried a salty warmth. As the seventh ray of light shines through the window and nds on the edge of the bed, Viktor is slowly stretching his body.

  The bandages had long been quietly removed by him, and the once gruesome wound that had crossed his chest and abdomen now only left a few faint pink scars. The broken ribs had already healed firmly, and even the previously sprained spine had fully regained vitality.

  He clenched his fist, feeling the power surging within him, and a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. Viltrumites already possessed extremely strong self-healing abilities, and the recovery from this injury had granted him an unusual boost.

  Viktor's muscles had become more evenly toned and firm, and his strength was now twice as powerful as it had been before the injury. His senses had also become sharper.

  The faint sound of waves crashing against the rocks a hundred meters away and the rustling of leaves stirred by the sea breeze reached his ears.

  "It's a shame I didn't pay much attention to Invincible comics in my past life."

  He thought to himself, his fingertips brushing over the shallow scar on his chest. He wasn't entirely sure why Viltrumites possessed such a strong physique, and his grades in combat csses were good. He never had the thought to study the technology of Viltrum.

  In the past seven days, with Tom's help, Viktor has felt his body recover step by step from the brink of death.

  The return of his strength and the amazing improvements made him carefully notice every little change in his body for the first time.

  He hadn't had the time before. After a battle or special training, there was never much time to catch his breath. It was hard to tell just how much stronger he had gotten.

  Even though he heard some instructors mention that Viltrumites could get stronger from fighting, Viktor never truly felt it like this before.

  As he went downstairs, Tom had already made breakfast, still the same simple seafood soup paired with crispy baked ftbread.

  "How are you feeling? You look a lot better."

  Tom said with his usual warm smile. His blue work clothes were still clean, but the salty white marks on the sleeves looked like they'd grown a little more from all the sea wind.

  "I'm feeling a lot better. Thank you for taking care of me."

  He sat down, his gaze unintentionally drifting over to the old television in the corner of the living room. Over the past seven days, this TV had been his main way to learn about this world.

  Every morning after Tom went out to fish, he would turn on the TV, piecing together the outline of this world from the programs on various channels.

  At first, it was just random bits of information.

  The news mentioned things like the "Metropolis Flying Hero" and the "Gotham Night Viginte" and the occasional appearance of the "Pnet Media" logo in advertisements. There were also street interviews where people talked a lot about "superheroes."

  As more and more information came in, Viktor slowly started to get a clearer picture in his mind.

  This was most likely a world reted to the DC Comics universe. The frequent appearances of the "Justice League" on television were the best evidence.

  The evening news regurly reported on the League's public missions, like stopping meteors from hitting, solving city disasters, and catching high-tech criminals...

  However, what puzzled him was that the news mentioned the Justice League had been established for less than two years, and the members shown in pictures all looked really young.

  The Fsh's suit still had a shiny new look, the Green Lantern was often off on "cosmic duty," and some Justice League heroes would occasionally show small "deadly" fws during their missions.

  To be honest, based on his current assessment, Viktor was confident that he could kill over half of the Justice League members without sustaining any injuries.

  What really caught his attention was the information about Superman.

  The Superman on TV wore the cssic red and blue suit, with the big S symbol on his chest standing out brightly in the sunlight.

  He carefully compared the images from the news and realized that this Superman's eye color was exactly the same as the one who had saved him in space.

  However, their auras were completely different.

  The red-and-blue Superman on TV looked like a sunny, cheerful young man, full of trust and enthusiasm for humanity. The bck-suited Superman who had saved him had a much calmer, heavier presence. There was a faint, almost unnoticeable tiredness and sharpness in his expression.

  Even the warmth he had felt when the bck-suited Superman touched his hand seemed gentle but also like someone who had endured many hardships.

  "Could there be two Superman?"

  He picked up the soup bowl, trying to hide the confusion in his eyes.

  Aside from that, there were many things in this world that didn't match his memories of the comics he remembered.

  For example, the "Daily Pnet" in the comics had become "Media Pnet" here, which not only published newspapers but also operated multiple TV channels and online ptforms.

  Superman's girlfriend, Lois Lane, wasn't just a journalist but also the host of the prime-time evening news at Media Pnet. She appeared every night at seven o'clock, reporting national and international events in a professional tone, occasionally hosting special interviews about superheroes.

  'Maybe it's not much change but rather an adaptation to the times?'

  He said to himself, then shook his head at his own ridiculous thoughts.

  "I'm pnning to fix the fishing net today. The winds and waves have been strong tely, so I need to get the gear sorted properly."

  Tom's voice broke into Viktor's thoughts.

  He put down his bowl and spoon, grabbed the straw hat from the corner, and pced it on his head as he turned to leave.

  Viktor's gaze fell on Tom's hand as he picked up the straw hat. Over the past seven days, he never stopped observing Tom.

  Tom's actions and mannerisms were typical of a genuine fisherman. He went out to sea on time every day, fixed the fishing gear, and when he returned, he would sort the catch and occasionally chat with the neighbors about everyday matters.

  However, Viktor's intuition repeatedly told him that this man was far from simple.

  Once, Viktor purposely knocked over a water cup while Tom was fixing the fishing nets. Tom's reaction was amazingly fast—without even looking, he turned and caught the cup.

  In that moment, Viktor was almost sure that Tom was hiding something, but such shallow probing hadn't worked since.

  But whenever he tried to dig deeper through conversation, Tom would immediately turn back into the gentle, simple fisherman persona. He would patiently help him change his bandages even though his wounds had already healed.

  He would bring back fresh seafood when he came back from the sea, quietly sit beside Viktor while he watched TV, and organize the fishing gear without ever probing for unnecessary information.

  "I'll go with you."

  Viktor suddenly said. He wanted to take the opportunity to go out to sea and observe Tom further, maybe even find more clues about this world in the ocean environment.

  Tom was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

  "No need. The winds are strong at sea, and your injuries aren't fully healed. You should stay inside and rest."

  "I'm already much better, and staying all the time inside is suffocating."

  Viktor said as he stood up and stretched his arm, making sure Tom could see how smoothly and easily he moved.

  "I can help you out, hand you tools and stuff; I won't be in the way."

  He stared at him for a few seconds, as if assessing whether he was truly fit to go out to sea.

  After a moment, Tom nodded, "Alright, but you'll stay on the boat. No wandering around. When the winds and waves are strong, hold on to the sides of the boat."

  "Alright."

  Viktor agreed, then chuckled a couple of times.

  "I can actually fly."

  However, Tom looked at him seriously and shook his head.

  "Flying in the sky? That's not fishing. Your position would be too high, and you wouldn't be able to see the depth of the ocean properly."

  Viktor froze for a moment, then, watching Tom's back as he walked toward the door, a glint of light fshed in his eyes.

  Viktor was taken aback for a moment, then watched Tom walk toward the door. A glint of light fshed in his eyes.

  He knew that his probing had finally made some progress.