The reason Shawn was comfortable letting Mira go out alone as Supergirl was because she now possessed the strength to match the role.
Unknowingly, the children were already nearly one year old.
During this long period, Shawn and Mira had not been idle; they were inseparable, and their training was far more diligent than anyone could have imagined.
The 'Perfect Partner' talent continued to shine and prove its worth.
Although it was a mutually enjoyable endeavor, Mira benefited even more than Shawn—after all, she was the one with the lower power level.
Given Shawn's incredible Superman-tier stamina, he often felt like an old ox plowing a field.
By now, Mira's ability levels had increased to:
[Steel Body (Bronze): Super Strength (Bronze) · LV4, Super Agility (Bronze) · LV4, Super Physique (Bronze) · LV4, Super Senses (Bronze) · LV5, Super Brain (Bronze) · LV5, Super Healing (Bronze) · LV4]
[Abilities: Flight (Bronze) · LV4, Heat Vision (Bronze) · LV3, Mind Purification (Special) · LV2]
The Steel Six-Piece Set continued its steady progress as always, with every ability rising by a tier; the most gifted ones, 'Super Senses' and 'Super Brain', had reached LV5.
With just this set of basic physical conditions, Mira would not feel insecure when facing any Superhuman.
When she personally faced Homelander a while ago, she was slightly suppressed, but it would not be easy for him to take her down in a one-on-one fight.
Both being at LV5, the 'Super Senses' innate to the Superman race were more comprehensive than Homelander's'Sensory Enhancement'.
This was particularly evident in battles at the same level; Homelander often made mistakes that he shouldn't make at his rank, which would be impossible for Shawn and Mira.
It is worth mentioning that the ability Mira improved most rapidly was her Flight.
Under diligent training, her Flight ability jumped two levels, reaching LV4.
This fully confirmed Shawn's previous assertion: apart from receiving the baptism of 'Stellar Energy' day and night, the positive feedback from hard training always existed.
With such comprehensive stats, Supergirl, paired with the special 'Mind Purification' ability, had even patched up her defenses against mental attacks.
In this world where Homelander had been soloed, Shawn could finally rest assured letting his wife go out to uphold justice.
Cosplay is, of course, more fun with more people.
As the children grew up, the areas where Superman and Supergirl would operate would no longer be limited to Texas.
"We aren't greedy; we spend most of our time playing around within America anyway. If anyone is truly blind enough to try and mess with us..."
Shawn thought to himself, if there really were such people, they would be talents among talents.
...
"Genevieve, you are exactly the kind of talent we need!"
"I promise you, as long as the job is done, you can choose any department within Vought International you want!!"
Inside a restroom, a middle-aged woman as fat as a ball was squatting on the toilet, struggling to defecate.
She clutched her phone in one hand and a large roll of toilet paper in the other; the sounds from the toilet almost drowned out the voice message she had just heard.
This was not a simple trip to the restroom.
Genevieve's expression looked extremely painful. Every time she used her ability to transform into someone else, her digestive tract would be severely compressed; this was a minor yet significant flaw in her ability.
About three to four hours at a time—that was the limit of Genevieve's transformation.
During the transformation, she had to find excuses to slip away based on the difference in body size and the level of pain in her digestive tract, otherwise she would make a fool of herself.
This time, she was really suffering.
'Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle~~!!!'
"Oh~!!"
After a bout of straining, Genevieve's face finally relaxed.
"Leave it to me, sir."
She picked up her phone, wiped away her sweat, and replied in a syrupy sweet voice: "I have already found a suitable candidate to develop as an informant. As long as we don't act rashly, we will eventually be able to get close to Superman and Supergirl."
'Ding-dong~!'
The other party replied: "I'll be waiting and watching, love~!"
Seeing the red heart emoji, Genevieve, who was 38 years old but a pure romantic at heart, was overjoyed. She swore she had to perform well this time.
Half an hour later, Genevieve, having finally finished her business, walked out of the public restroom.
Rendell Town was becoming increasingly prosperous; the newly built Kent Avenue had streetlights stretching all the way to the outer highway.
As a tourist attraction that became famous because of Superman, the atmosphere here was absolutely perfect, especially on such a leisurely night filled with stars.
Genevieve left with a staggering gait. Before returning to her temporary residence to get dressed up, she planned to visit a secret place one more time.
"If only my ability could be activated infinitely after making contact with someone..." she muttered to herself.
Genevieve thought of Vought International's biggest rival.
It was said that the man only needed to see a photo or touch an object the person had used to transform into them. Aside from the duration being a bit short and it requiring physical exertion, there were almost no side effects.
As her thoughts drifted, Genevieve moved away from the crowds and buildings.
She arrived at a desolate, abandoned wooden shack.
She looked around vigilantly, and after confirming there was nothing unusual, she moved aside the sealed door and walked in brazenly.
Inside the dim room, it was filled with the musty smell of dust and wood shavings.
"Cough, cough~!"
Genevieve's pig-like, obese body moved a few steps, and she couldn't help but cough, startling the thin figure who was tied up tightly.
The figure had a cloth stuffed in her mouth. She looked up in terror—it was actually one of the main actors of Smallville, Superman's adoptive mother, May!
"Mmm-hmm~~!"
Seeing Genevieve enter, May struggled vigorously on the chair, her eyes filled with both panic and anger.
But such movements were futile under the restraint of two black chains.
"Hehehe, don't waste your energy."
In a corner where no one could appreciate it, Genevieve sneered, using her unrefined, extremely rough voice to say:
"May, I really envy you beauties with pretty faces. All you have to do is shake your ass, and tons of opportunities come knocking at your door."
"The people on your film crew are so good to you. The lead actor, Pete, checks up on you from time to time; the assistants are considerate; the director even sends messages in the middle of the night inviting you to discuss the script. Even that blind Superhuman from the 'House of Superman' can't take his eyes off you when he sees you."
As Genevieve spoke, her fat-filled face became indignant: "I am such a capable, steady woman with substance, yet I have no fans chasing after me, and no one appreciates me. They won't even call me a superhero. There isn't a single good person in this appearance-obsessed world; everyone is so hypocritical and shallow."
Genevieve started laughing to herself again. She bent down and stroked May's smooth, tear-stained and sweat-streaked face.
She whispered softly: "I'm just going to borrow your face for a bit~! As long as you are good, I'll let you go when I'm done, okay?"
Of course, she was lying. May had already seen Genevieve's true appearance; she had no intention of letting her leave alive, but keeping her around for these few days was useful.
Genevieve touched and felt her thoroughly.
Before May could react, her obese body began to twitch, swaying left and right as if she were having a stroke. A few seconds later, she transformed into someone who looked and was shaped exactly like May.
"Oh~! This feeling is wonderful."
'May' licked her lips with a grin, stood up, and said in a sexy and melodious tone: "I have a date later, I'll come see you again tomorrow."
After speaking, she re-checked that May's chains and bindings were secure. Finding no issues, she didn't delay any longer and walked out of the wooden shack with a charming stride.
She only had a four-hour date duration; choosing this time slot was just right to avoid awkwardness.
The re-sealed door covered up the last trace of struggling whimpers from inside.
Genevieve smiled with satisfaction, clapped her hands, and walked out of the wilderness.
Looking at the text message from the shy boy on her phone, she said in a syrupy voice: "Even a blind man can send text messages; it's terrifyingly inspirational. I almost can't bear to deceive him, hehehe~!"
The dark path wound its way, connecting to the center of Rendell Town, which was lit with dim lights in the distance.
Genevieve walked back to her residence, as if she were walking on a grand stage that one rarely encounters in a lifetime.
Every step she took now brought her closer to the 'House of Superman', and similarly, closer to the Vought International she held in her heart.
'Everyone inside Vought, wash your asses and wait for me; this lady is coming soon!'
Genevieve felt a sense of satisfaction, feeling incredibly comfortable.
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