I Reincarnated as Superman’s Brother, But I’m an Anti-Hero"

Chapter 31 – The World of My Dreams

As Arthur lay peacefully in Black Maria's arms, he felt the steady rise and fall of her chest, the immense warmth radiating from her enormous body wrapping around him like a living, breathing blanket. There was something indescribably comforting about the way she held him—despite her massive size, her embrace was gentle, like that of a goddess cradling something precious. The giant woman, now an inseparable part of his life, provided a calm that was rare in this chaotic world. But even within that moment of serenity, Arthur's mind couldn't rest. Thoughts stirred beneath the surface, thoughts he could no longer ignore.

A realization, long buried in the back of his mind, began to rise once again with renewed urgency. It was a truth about the universe he now inhabited—a world governed by the rules of DC Comics. In this world, the stronger a person became, the more enemies they attracted. Power wasn't just a gift. It was a beacon, a curse in disguise.

The more Arthur grew in strength, the more visible he would become. His power would draw attention like moths to a flame—except these moths carried guns, cameras, and world-ending weapons. And not all of them came with good intentions.

Governments would notice him. Intelligence agencies would flag him. Villains would hunt him. Satellites would track him. Secret agents would whisper his name. Elite squads would plot behind closed doors. The Justice League might consider him a threat. And Amanda Waller... she would never let someone like him walk freely.

"The moment I use my power in public... my life will never know peace again," Arthur thought bitterly. "Not even for a second."

He pictured himself intervening in some major disaster, saving lives, doing good—and then, almost immediately, being swarmed. Cameras would zoom in, satellites would scan his face, politicians would debate his existence. Aliens might investigate him. And worse than all of them combined—maniacs like the Joker could start taking an interest.

"The Joker may never be able to kill me directly," Arthur muttered under his breath, keeping his eyes closed as if pretending to sleep, "but he could target my parents. They're normal people. Just regular, kind-hearted humans. There's no way I could protect them twenty-four hours a day. Sooner or later, something would slip through."

That fear dug deeper into his heart than any villain's weapon ever could. It wasn't just about his safety—it was about the safety of the people he loved.

And then came another fear. An equally painful one. He would never be able to share his life completely with the women he loved. His wives—Yamato, Black Maria, and the others that would one day join them—weren't ordinary. They were extraordinary. Powerful. Beautiful. Non-human. Too large, too unique, too impossible for the world to accept.

A woman like Black Maria would never be able to walk down a street without drawing fear, disgust, or attention. No matter how kind-hearted or noble she was, people would always see her as a threat. Or worse, as a test subject.

Arthur sighed. A long, heavy breath that came from the weight of the future pressing down on him. He didn't want to live in hiding. He didn't want to keep his powers secret. He didn't want to pretend his family didn't exist just to feel safe.

There had to be another way.

And then, like a flash of lightning in the darkness of his thoughts, an idea struck.

"What if... I create my own world?"

At first, the notion seemed insane. Arrogant. Impossible. But as he considered it more deeply, the madness began to feel like clarity. He didn't need to build an entire universe—just one planet.

"That's it! Mars!"

His eyes opened, and a small smile curled on his lips. Mars. A dead planet. Uninhabited. Unclaimed. Untouched. Distant from Earth, away from all the chaos, all the judgment, all the limitations.

"I can make Mars my personal world... a sanctuary, far away from lunatics like the Joker, far away from politicians, heroes, and villains."

And more than just a sanctuary—it could be a paradise. A blank canvas where he could create whatever he wanted. A place that belonged only to him and those he chose to share it with.

He could fill Mars with everything he loved. Dinosaurs from Jurassic Park, mythical beasts from old legends, floating forests, skies lit by twin moons, castles suspended on clouds. Even Pokémon, if he wanted. Why not?

"I can build the world of my dreams."

In that world, his wives could finally live with him in peace. No hiding. No running. No masks. Just a home. Their home.

And what about other people? What about those who didn't belong in their own worlds—those who were suffering, lost, forgotten?

"I can rescue them. People who are good, kind, and deserve a second chance."

He thought of the cursed girls from Black Bullet, beings from other stories who never got the happy ending they deserved.

"I can offer them a new beginning. A world where my children don't have to hide their powers, where they can run, fly, train, and laugh without the fear of being hunted or hated."

He could build a community. A refuge. A nation. Maybe even, in time, a new sanctuary for mutants from the Marvel universe—those endlessly persecuted on Earth.

But none of this would come easily. He wasn't naïve.

"To create such a world... I'll need power. Not just strength for battle—but the ability to shape planets, generate life, and alter entire environments."

That would be his new purpose. More than survival. More than winning fights. A true reason to grow stronger.

"Let the villains fight over Earth. Let the corrupt politicians fight for control. Let the heroes argue among themselves," he thought with serene confidence as he rested deeper into the arms of Black Maria.

"While they waste their energy on a broken, rotten world... I'll be busy creating my own."