@bittenbyspider And @SkywalkerSH

[ ascilence Reply: OMG, how did you guys manage to trigger this person? Run, @bittenbyspider is here!! The biggest Superman anti-fan in the area is here!! ]

[ Shayera Reply: OMG it's a live @SkywalkerSH! I've been on 8chan for years and this is my first time seeing @SkywalkerSH in the wild! Marking this moment! ]

[ Marijwiiii_njij Reply: Take a screenshot! ]

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[ bittenbyspider Reply: @SkywalkerSH, Hey, buddy, you'd better try convincing me with a more professional attitude. Throwing a tantrum like this won't make your argument convincing. In fact, Superman has the highest annual battle damage costs, which I think everyone knows. ]

As a result, the next few hundred posts in the thread were dominated by the back-and-forth debate between @bittenbyspider and @SkywalkerSH, with a few random onlookers occasionally jumping in for a screenshot.

The rest of the posts were all a heated exchange of words between the two.

@SkywalkerSH, who single-handedly carved out his space on "8chan" with his keyboard, battled fiercely in the various superhero comparison threads that had surged in popularity a few years ago.

He had earned the forum's respect and the title of the strongest Superman battle fan.

But today, it seemed he had finally met his match.

@bittenbyspider not only stood his ground, listing detailed data to argue whether Superman was suitable to become the chairman of the Justice League, but he also delivered a fatal blow to @SkywalkerRR.

[ @bittenbyspider: I just got accepted into the 501st Legion a few days ago, how about you? ]

Behind the screen, @SkywalkerSH—Soren—was so angry he nearly slammed his mouse.

The 501st Legion!!

The largest and most selective Star Wars fan club in the United States!

How could this argumentative troll have been accepted when Soren had been submitting applications for ten years without a single response from headquarters?

Soren's face twisted in frustration.

Failing to join the 501st Legion remained his biggest humiliation as an old-school Star Wars fan.

He had been deeply wounded by the comment, and in a fit of helpless rage, he bitterly replied, "Don't let me see you at the UFO Symposium in Philadelphia next week!"

But the response came immediately, dripping with sarcasm: "Is that your threat? You can't control me, pal."

Soren angrily shut off his screen.

There's no way to use reasoning for this kind of troll!

In a week, when he went to the Philadelphia convention, he was determined to track this troll down and verify in person if they really had a membership number!

Soren was furious and very much unsatisfied.

He walked along the tree-lined path at Empire State University and slipped his phone into his jacket pocket.

His cheeks were still slightly flushed from the intense emotions he had just experienced.

Today was the day he represented S.T.A.R. Labs to give a popular science lecture at Empire State University.

Ever since Dr. Silas Stone's only son had an accident, Dr. Stone had gradually reduced his workload at the lab, passing on many of his projects to Soren.

Soren had since become a senior researcher at S.T.A.R. Labs, and this time, he had been invited by the university to give a lecture to students on the cutting edge of extraterrestrial life exploration.

Soren had spent several days meticulously preparing a presentation for this lecture.

When he entered the lecture hall, it was already packed, buzzing with activity.

He glanced around quickly, noticing that far more students had shown up than he had anticipated.

Soren smiled at them, and the room immediately erupted in excited murmurs.

Perhaps they weren't expecting such a young senior researcher—Soren looked about their age.

He introduced himself simply: "Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Soren Hargreaves, but feel free to just call me Soren. I imagine that anyone who signed up for this lecture has a curiosity about the distant universe, so let's not waste too much time on Earth. Let's start with this—"

He opened his Keynote presentation and displayed the first slide, which showed a green, rose-shaped plant encased in a glass vessel.

"This is a plant from Alpha Centauri-4. I call it the Nightingale Rose because, as soon as the glass cover is removed, it can automatically transcribe external sound patterns and turn them into beautiful melodies, played in a frequency audible to the human ear."

He tapped the presentation, and the slide began to play.

The green rose, now free from the glass cover, indeed began to produce a lovely sound, like a distant and ethereal female voice singing a song from the depths of the universe.

"It's really beautiful, isn't it? The extraterrestrial life we imagine often takes the form of big-eyed, green-skinned aliens, or perhaps Superman, Angemon... They are probably the most common representations of extraterrestrial life we encounter."

As he said this, the students in the lecture hall smiled knowingly.

Soren smiled faintly, "But in reality, the study of extraterrestrial life is far more romantic and awe-inspiring than we can imagine. I call this awe 'distant similarity.' When you find a rose on a planet millions of light-years away that you've seen on Earth before, when you read a line of poetry left behind by a vanished civilization from 8,000 years ago and it feels like something from your dream last night, or when you encounter a soul at the far end of the universe who is similar to you... That is when you are captivated by the power of this distant similarity. In the last century, scholars began researching extraterrestrial life simply to prove that humans are not alone in the universe. But today, as human contact with extraterrestrial life becomes more frequent, we are gradually realizing that humanity is not the only intelligent life in the universe..."

The lecture was a great success.

Over the course of the two-hour talk, no one left, everyone listening attentively as Soren shared stories about extraterrestrial life.

When he finished his closing remarks, the lecture hall erupted in applause.

Soren smiled as he adjusted his headset and stood on stage, "Alright, it's time for the Q&A session. If anyone has questions about extraterrestrial life, feel free to raise your hand, and I'll do my best to answer."

A sea of hands shot up, but one boy sitting in the front row caught Soren's eye.

He had brown hair, he raised his hand especially high, and his eyes were wide with a childlike curiosity and eagerness that made him stand out immediately.