I, Silver Superman, have been upgraded to Omniscient and Omnipotent.

Clark returned to the farm intending to seek his mother's opinion, to hear her thoughts. His father had died in a tornado, and Jonathan was gone...

Louise, the only reporter from the Daily Planet who knew all this, secretly reported the truth she had witnessed.

"Shocking! Clark Kent may be an alien!"

The report caused a huge uproar, and major media outlets reprinted it, causing a sensation in the United States and affecting "the higher-ups." Public opinion further fermented and pointed towards the sunny boy Clark.

The top officials held an emergency meeting to discuss whether to forcibly arrest Clark and hand him over.

After all, they didn't want to die, and Earth couldn't be destroyed. Faced with an alien race with more advanced and sophisticated technology than themselves, they had no chance of winning!

The next day

boom! ! !

Several figures descended upon Clark's farm. They pinpointed the location among the masses. Led by Zod, all the Kryptonians were wearing spacesuits, as they were not yet accustomed to Earth's environment.

Since Earth had not yet handed over that person, Zod looked at Earth's superheroes and, combined with the news reported by Lois, he was certain that Clark was his compatriot.

He watched the video of Clark lifting the plane repeatedly. Even through the screen, he could feel the powerful force surging from Clark's body. That steel body and the way he flew while crouching were so much like himself.

"Karl, I've come for you, kid!" Zod shouted, a cold smile on his face. This Kryptonian sinner, hopefully he can still see the error of his ways, and maybe he can forgive him.

The commotion outside the farm quickly attracted Clark's attention. With his super vision, he observed Zod and his group from afar and realized something was wrong. The effects of the female reporter incident were still accumulating, but he didn't blame her.

"You came so quickly!"

Clark quickly changed into the Superman suit he had taken from the spaceship, with their family crest "S" printed on his chest, and stepped out: "Let's talk somewhere else!"

Clark wanted to lure them away to discuss things, or even fight, but he didn't want the aftermath of a battle to damage his farm. Don't they know each other well? When they start fighting, their destructive power is immense...

Zod's face was icy as he sneered, "You know me? It seems that old Joe has told you everything. He must have left you a backup plan on the ship to educate you about the history of Krypton. I still want to call you by your real name, Karl. I've come to pick you up. What, don't you want to rebuild Krypton?"

Zod and his group followed. He didn't care about anything else; as long as Clark was dealt with, everything else would be fine.

After flying for a few breaths and getting dozens of kilometers away from the farm, Clark felt it was about time and stopped. Looking back at Zod and his group, who were much slower than him, only Zod caught up instantly. Clark's pupils contracted, and he was shocked, his mind reeling.

Clark said calmly, "Zord, I don't want to rebuild Krypton. Krypton's artificial breeding system was flawed, and rebuilding it would only repeat the same mistakes. Besides, it was destined to perish and become a thing of the past. Now I have a home I love more, and Earth. I will carry on my parents' hopes and live on!"

boom! !

Zod and his group crashed violently to the ground, sinking sharply. Their powerful auras were released, but only Zod made Clark take it seriously; the others were no match for him and he didn't pay them any mind.

Clark's words made Zod's face turn cold. Although he had known this would happen, it still made him extremely angry.

"You bastard, you scum of Krypton, how could you just let your true home planet fall like this?"

Clark fell silent.

I don't know how to answer that. He has indeed neglected Krypton. I'm sorry!

Zod cursed, "That traitorous member of our own tribe!"

"Damn it! You sinner of Krypton, you don't deserve to have Kryptonian genes! On this planet, you are hailed as a hero by these ignorant and weak beings? What a great irony! Tell me, what merit does someone who doesn't even respect and love the nation of his own ancestors have to be called a hero?"

……Quiet!

quiet!

A deathly silence fell, and the heavy atmosphere affected the many Kryptonians present.

The scientists behind Zod didn't dare to breathe too loudly. They couldn't argue with the power struggles among the upper echelons. Karl's father was a very important figure on Krypton, so his son's status was naturally not low either. They chose to avoid the limelight for the time being, not help anyone, and just watch the show from the sidelines. They were happy as long as they had some snacks to eat. Sigh!

The atmosphere calmed down, and Zod's face was contorted with rage. This traitor of the nation was a hero in a foreign land, revered and worshipped by countless people, and was their superhero, their great savior...!

This was a real slap in the face to Zod. Clark looked depressed, utterly humiliated by the attack. He didn't know how to respond; he admitted he was indeed that kind of person, but he still stubbornly argued back.

“Zord, Krypton’s established order is wrong. That artificial class system is not a long-term solution. The lower class will never be able to rise above their circumstances. The children of the rich will always be rich, and the poor will always be poor. All life, from top to bottom, will remain unchanged. Everyone is a thinking being. If things continue like this…”

Clark continued chattering on and on, but Zod's face grew increasingly grim, and he angrily rebuked him.

"Shut up! Clark, what do you know?"

Clark stopped talking, looking at Zod, the stubborn old man, with a hint of impatience.

Having lived on Earth since childhood, he understands the misfortunes of ordinary people better. He has also worked odd jobs and knows the hardships of survival.

All beings are equal, and peaceful coexistence is the only way forward. He doesn't want any distinctions of rank; Krypton's production order and powerful civilization are flawed!

If Zod were to call Clark a sinner of Krypton, Clark would naturally have nothing to say. Logically, now that he knows Krypton's shortcomings, he could completely change Krypton's fate on his own, build a new, relatively fair, free, and perfect system, and develop civilization to avoid following the self-destructive path of old Krypton.

But he dared not say that his ideas were correct, right or wrong, after all, it was his personal opinion. He and Zod had different positions and saw things differently. He was just doing what he thought was right.

However, it cannot be denied that Clark himself was aware of the wrongdoing in his actions, and he said with remorse, "You're right, I am a sinner of Krypton, and I admit it! Our homeworld was destroyed, and as a citizen and survivor, I should have rebuilt it and restored its former glory. This is the duty and obligation of every Kryptonian; we are all part of Krypton. Although I have my own opinions and views, and I have been wishfully escaping reality, I have ultimately given up the idea of ​​rebuilding Krypton...!!"

Clark's words elicited mixed reactions from Zod's subordinates, who also shared his sentiments. They disliked this kind of conservative Kryptonian society, deeming it unfair. Now that this had been exposed, they unanimously supported Clark, but dared not speak out in his defense, fearing Zod's authority.

Zod, enraged, laughed coldly, "Ha! Is this why you're unwilling to rebuild Krypton? On Krypton, none of the problems you mentioned matter. Only with this environment and demanding system can Krypton be truly powerful. Everyone is well-organized, with clear divisions of labor, performing each industry flawlessly, and expanding their domain knowledge exceptionally well. Whether rich or poor, everyone is a Kryptonian. For Krypton's prosperity and a strong and wealthy nation, all sacrifices are worthwhile. Everyone, including yourself and your father Joe, must make way for Krypton. How can the personal interests of any citizen compare to the interests of the nation?"

"Karl, it's normal that you're born on Earth and don't understand. Let me tell you the truth: the laws on Krypton are actually quite comprehensive. People in the lower classes may not be able to leapfrog upwards, but they still receive rewards and honors for their meritorious service. Isn't that enough compensation?"

Ha ha!

These words...

Why does that sound so upsetting?!

Clark sneered, "Zod, you are noble, you are elegant, you are unattainable..."

He didn't argue with Zod, silently enduring whatever Zod criticized him. He always understood that he had a flaw: as a Kryptonian, he didn't rebuild Krypton, even knowing the drawbacks, he didn't rebuild it. This was a fatal blow to the truth. He, Clark, wasn't some worthless hero; even a god among men had his flaws!

He smiled bitterly to himself: "Everything in this world, the vast universe, is constantly changing. Time flows like water, years turn into songs, and circumstances change and become incomplete. Nothing is immutable. The destruction of Krypton is ultimately a thing of the past, so let it be."

I was born naturally to my biological parents. My genes don't inherently contain any concept of supreme obedience. I suspect they, like me, didn't agree with the fixed, artificially created social class. I wanted to live my own life and make my own plans; I wanted to live for myself. Presumably… this was also their initial intention, which led to the idea of ​​natural childbirth and the birth of their child—me!

Clark thought about many things and suddenly understood the true intentions of his biological parents. They held high positions and had great authority on Krypton, so it was impossible that they didn't know that having children could be achieved through artificial intelligence programs to nurture newborns.

Yet they still resolutely and secretly gave birth to themselves, an act that was in fact an invisible resistance against the morbid order of Krypton.

My existence is the future they envision, a beacon of hope. I am still living for my parents, carrying their aspirations and dreams to see this new world...

Seeing Clark standing there in a daze, showing no remorse and showing no sign of understanding after his words, Zod was utterly enraged: "Karl, you hypocritical false god, you are unworthy to be called a god! You have betrayed Krypton, you are a sinner of Krypton! From this day forward, I am the supreme ruler here! I will represent Krypton to expel you from the Kryptonian order and deem you guilty of genocide, punishable by death! However, considering your father's kindness in finding this universe with the yellow sun, I will choose a date to carry out your punishment...!!"

Zod was a man of great principle and reason, not ignorant of the world. He believed that he was not like those old fogies on Krypton, who were truly detached from worldly affairs and aloof. He believed that rewarding merit and punishing mistakes was the way to govern people.

He then looked at Clark searching for the Codex of Life, but strangely, it deviated from the original story and became bizarre. He actually sensed it and discovered the truth, which made him even angrier, furious beyond measure.

"That bastard Joe actually implanted Krypton's precious codex into a person's body! Damn it, everything is damned!"

The Kryptonian treasure has been defiled. I originally thought he hid it in his pocket or somewhere on Earth, but now it seems that was all wishful thinking. This family is a cancer on Krypton, a bunch of vicious and wicked bastards. People who abandon their ancestors and traditions deserve to die!

When Clark heard Zod pronounce his crimes and punishments lawful, he was struck dumb, frozen in place. To be sentenced to death by his own people... a terrifying, cosmic explosion-like force approached, the powerful impact washing over his mind, causing him to lose his mind in an instant.

Stunned...!!

Zod stood imposingly, the Predator ignoring the dumbfounded Clark, his face darkening: "Clark, hand over the Codex of Life. This isn't yours, it belongs to Krypton. Since you refuse to rebuild Krypton with me, you have no right to possess Krypton's supreme codex!"

The other person's words brought Clark back to his senses. He quickly regained his composure; this was not the time to be distracted with a formidable enemy at hand. Zod's words made sense, but...

He said cautiously, "It's possible, although it was given to me by my father. Where do you plan to rebuild Krypton?"

Seeing Clark agree, Zod scoffed. At least he had some redeeming qualities; he wasn't truly beyond redemption, and still possessed a sliver of moral compass. He sneered.

"Excellent! Where to rebuild? This planet is perfect right now. I must say, Clark, your father really picked a good place. This place is bathed in the light of the yellow sun. Once we rebuild Krypton here, we will be the most powerful civilization in the universe. We will then expand our territory, conquer the universe, and spread the unparalleled glory of Krypton throughout the multiverse, becoming renowned and powerful. If you don't want to contribute, then stay on the sidelines and I'll build it myself, understand?!"

Once Krypton is established, the first thing to do is to take down Clark. The current priority is to rebuild Krypton, not to get bogged down in personal conflicts, Zod said coldly and ruthlessly, after careful consideration.

Wha, what? !

Clark suspected he had misheard; this was no small matter.

He hurriedly asked, "If we build Earth like Krypton, what will happen to the people on Earth?"

“That’s easy, just kill them all. As long as we activate our Kryptonian’s unique and powerful technology, the ‘World Engine,’ to change the surface environment, they will die naturally because they can’t withstand the climate. We won’t even need to lift a finger!” Fiora stepped forward and said coldly.

This is the power of Krypton. It is not unfounded to say that Krypton has returned to its peak in an instant. It truly has the resources and confidence to do so. Taking back the Codex of Life is of utmost urgency.

Zod also wore an arrogant expression. He didn't deceive Clark or use any tricks; in fact, he could have obtained the Life Codex first before implementing his plan to change the Earth. However, he had a bigger idea in mind: to kill Clark now.

"If he honestly hands it over, that's fine. If he doesn't... then I can take action with a legitimate reason, which will be very beneficial for managing my subordinates! In the future, when Krypton is rebuilt, I might even be able to sit in the highest seat of rule, become the master of Krypton, and become the god of Krypton!"

Zod chuckled inwardly with a horrified smile. This was his plan. What trashy artificial class? It was all bullshit. He wanted to climb up too. Why should I be born inferior? The general wasn't the highest-ranking person on Krypton.

Seeing that Clark was using him to take the blame, he thought, "He's utterly wicked, and I'm the great and righteous one, hehe!" He glanced at his subordinates who had just been itching to make a move, and knew he needed to give them a warning.

Zod snapped out of his daze and said angrily, "Karl, you scum of Krypton living outside is a disgrace to Krypton! Joe stole the Codex of Life and he's a bastard, and his son is no better. Like father, like son..."

Zod utterly vilified Superman's family, unaware that he was getting himself into big trouble, as Clark was extremely sensitive about anyone talking about his family.

call!

Dead silence!

Clark's face quickly turned cold, as if the air itself had dropped a temperature, and the surrounding area was an absolute zero-degree ice and snow world. Fiora and her group couldn't help but shiver, wondering in unison if it was snowing.

Clark clenched his fists, veins bulging, barely suppressing the urge to attack. This man was one of the few remaining members of his clan, and held a higher position than him, so he had the right to criticize him. His father had indeed done wrong by stealing Krypton's treasure. Taking a deep breath, he vowed that he would only do it twice. If Zod insulted him again, he would definitely beat him to a pulp.

Rebuilding Krypton would require sacrificing Earth, which is unacceptable.

He said, "No! If you do that, the Earth will be destroyed. I cannot hand over the Codex of Life to you!"

Zod's gaze was low, and a murderous intent flickered in his eyes.

"This kid must be eliminated, or there will be endless trouble in the future: This is not up to you! Karl, you are stubborn and incorrigible!" After saying this, he gave his female deputy a look.

Fiora understood immediately and rushed forward first. She was keeping General Zod as a trump card, intending to test the strength of this compatriot who had been left behind. There were not many who could fight effectively, but she herself happened to have intermediate-level genes and was a soldier.

drink!