The day after the dramatic highway rescue, Captain Sun dominated every screen, speaker, and timeline across America—and beyond. Morning news shows like Good Morning America dissected the footage with slow-motion replays of his golden-haired, frost-blasting, flame-extinguishing heroics. The hosts couldn't help but gush.
"Look at that—he was moving like that superhero guy! You know, the one with the cape and laser eyes?" one anchor exclaimed.
"Except no cape today," chimed in another, adjusting her glasses dramatically. "He's in casual clothes, just...flying like it's no big deal. And then BAM! Frost breath!"
Over at the radio waves, talk show hosts were eating it up:
"So, let's talk about this—dude puts out a multi-car blaze with his mouth. Frost powers! Who the hell is this guy?"
"Do you think he's part of some secret government project? Or like…an alien?"
"Bro, he's gotta be an AI experiment that escaped. That hair? Too golden. Too shiny. No way that's real."
Social media was on fire. Clips of Captain Sun saving the day had gone viral on every platform. TikTok users were already creating memes and conspiracy threads:
"When your boss asks why you're late but you were saved by Captain Sun."
"Captain Sun is lowkey giving us budget Mr. Hope vibes. Someone confirm or deny!!!"
"No way is this a normal dude. That frost thing? Straight out of a Marvel movie. I'm calling it—he's Mr. Hope's cousin or something."
"Correction. It's DC not Marvel!"
"S-Shut up!"
Even the international news outlets joined in. BBC ran a segment speculating on his origin, complete with graphics of comic book characters for comparison. In France, Le Monde dubbed him "Le Héros Doré" (The Golden Hero), while in Japan, fans were already sketching fan art of the radiant mystery man.
One particular X (Twitter) thread blew up:
"Y'all noticed how you can't remember his face? Like, I rewatched the video 10x and it's like…you know he's hot but you can't describe him. Weird, right?"
Thousands of people replied with their theories:
"It's magic, duh. He's hiding his identity like Superman but cooler."
"Plot twist: We're all in a simulation, and the devs just gave us DLC content."
"Bro, he's just THAT good-looking. Your brain short-circuits."
Meanwhile, government officials and local law enforcement had nothing to say. When reporters questioned them, they dodged like pros:
"At this time, we're investigating the incident. No further comments."
Of course, the lack of answers only fueled speculation. People everywhere debated: Was Captain Sun a new superhero? A god? An elaborate hoax?
Tessa, scrolling through her phone in Parker's car, giggled as she read one comment aloud:
"Look, Parker, someone said his hair is so golden it probably smells like sunshine."
Parker rolled his eyes but smirked. "Sure, and I bet he exfoliates with clouds, too."
Captain Sun wasn't just a local hero anymore—he was a global phenomenon. But one thing was clear: the world hadn't seen the last of him.
And everyone was dying to know—who the hell was Captain Sun?
****
The gods were watching Parker with a mix of amusement, curiosity, and frustration. For beings who had witnessed humanity's chaos for eons, Parker's approach to life was... unexpected.
"He's got a cheat card that could turn him into a billionaire overnight, yet he's crawling like a mortal afraid of his own shadow," Apollo remarked, lounging on a throne of golden light.
"He's cautious, not stupid," Aphrodite countered, her tone sharp but laced with approval. "Sudden wealth would paint a target on his back. The feds or something? The media, maybe even mortals sniffing for a scandal. He's thinking long-term, which is rare for someone so young."
Anubis chuckled, his jackal-like grin unnerving as always. "Or maybe he's just scared shitless of getting caught. Either way, I respect the game. The kid knows he can't hide billions without raising a few eyebrows, card or no card."
"He's probably going to use the gym as cover," Nyx interjected, her voice like the whisper of night. "A smart move. The gym's growth will give him an alibi, something tangible for mortals to latch onto when they start asking questions."
Apollo frowned. "But why take it slow? He could've controlled the game by now. Bought influence, silenced critics—"
"He's no fool," Aphrodite interrupted, her gaze icy. "He's building a foundation before taking risks. Besides, if he rushes, we'll know his every move. Right now, he's unpredictable, even to us."
The room fell silent for a moment before Anubis broke it with a laugh. "But the fun's just starting. That run-in with Isis? Didn't see that playing out the way we planned."
"Neither did I," Apollo admitted. "He avoided her influence. How's that possible?"
Aphrodite smirked. "Not entirely. But yes, he altered a few things. Subconsciously, of course, thanks to the system's corruption, after his meddling. We can hardly predict or influence his next steps, before long, we will lose control."
"And yet," Nyx added darkly, "he won't escape Isis. Her pride won't let her rest until she either wins his attention or humiliates him for ignoring her."
The gods nodded in agreement, their focus shifting to Perseus. Zeus was the first to laugh, his booming voice filling the celestial hall. "That's my boy! A hero from the get-go. Not a shred of hesitation!"
The others groaned, rolling their eyes. "He's already flying around like a damn savior," Hermes muttered. "What's next? A global fan club?"
"Why not?" Zeus grinned. "This world needs heroes for what's coming, and Perseus was born for it."
"Great," Nyx muttered. "But what happens when the others get ideas? Hercules, Achilles, and the rest? Throw in the Asian heroes like Hwanung and Guan Yu, and humanity will drown in saviors."
Aphrodite arched a brow. "And who exactly are they going to save? From what? Traffic accidents? Fires? Wars?"
Zeus's grin widened, but he said nothing. The gods exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that only the High Council knew the truth behind this sudden influx of divine intervention.
Meanwhile, back on Earth, Hwanung's arrival in South Korea was nothing short of a cultural shock.
The moment his feet touched the bustling streets of Seoul, he felt like he had been dropped into another realm entirely. The air smelled of grilled meats and gasoline, neon signs blinked chaotically, and the sheer noise level was overwhelming.