American comics: The off-the-charts random transformation

"I don't want to become one of those monsters! What kind of creature is that? Why am I so scared? It feels like you're going to eat me!"

"A ghost's hiss, a ghost's hiss..."

(Haunter, a Ghost-type Pokémon, can absorb the energy and souls of living beings as food, though it doesn't have a big appetite. It's okay if you think of me as a ghost. Don't be so scared; the biological energy and souls you usually exude are enough for me to have a good meal! To be honest, the souls of Ultra Beasts are really delicious.)

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Garfield stomped on the air repeatedly, instantly getting away from the dangerous Gastly! His sixth sense, driven by his survival instinct, made him extremely disgusted with Gastly.

"A ghostly hiss..."

(Is it really that exaggerated? Anyway, with this body, I can take them away right now!)

Gastly's body gradually became transparent, blending in with the surrounding air. It passed through the wall and flew towards the area below.

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

Its barely suppressed, sinister smile filled the air.

Chapter 61 Kryptonian Dream...A Tool for the Future

"Hey buddy, your pants are down!"

A soldier stared in shock at his brother opposite him, noticing that his trousers had unexpectedly slipped down to his ankles.

Oh my god, this is a live global broadcast! This is incredibly embarrassing for the whole world!

The other companions who saw this chuckled and nudged the person next to them with their elbows before starting to laugh.

"Haha, buddy, SpongeBob SquarePants underwear. Ha! You're going to be famous now. Hahahaha..."

"Oh damn it, why did this have to happen at this time!"

The soldier whose pants had fallen down quickly pulled them up, trying to button them up, only to find that the buttons had popped open and his military belt was broken, the break appearing to have been made by some sharp weapon.

"Oh damn, this is so embarrassing."

He frantically searched for a rope to tie his pants.

His teammates kindly gave him a parachute line, jokingly saying, "You must have snagged on something when you were retreating earlier. Haha, don't worry, buddy, we won't laugh at you."

"Hahahaha..." ×N

The commotion here naturally attracted the attention of many people, who would glance in this direction, intentionally or unintentionally, to see what was going on.

Gastly hovered behind them, hissing and laughing. Yes, it was it that had just done it.

The soldier's position, which was essentially in the very center of the area, easily attracted everyone's attention.

Haunter's purpose is to attract most people's attention.

People are all incredibly tense these days. Some are afraid of Superman, others are afraid of another Kryptonian appearing. Their nerves are on edge, making it difficult for Gastly to possess them.

Now, if something funny suddenly appears, they will subconsciously look at it and let their guard down.

Gastly possessed a person in a white coat, searching through their memories for their job and identity information. It discovered the origins of these white coats; these people were actually top scientists from various medical groups.

They come here to collect Kryptonian body tissues and data. Once they have finished collecting the data, the Kryptonians will be sent to the dissection table for a full autopsy.

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

(Looks like I arrived just in time. I'll keep two and take the rest!)

It drifted to the Kryptonians, where a makeshift large military tent had been erected, and the ground was covered in Kryptonite powder.

The Kryptonians were placed on a simple research table in the middle, arranged in groups of ten, for a total of twenty groups.

Inside the tent, there were eighteen Kryptonite laser lights, shining at full power on the Kryptonians, ensuring they had no chance of becoming stronger.

They all wore expressions of pain, even the iron-blooded soldier Zod wore a mask of agony.

A group of researchers are using the most advanced kryptonite tools on Earth to collect their body tissues, cut them up, and draw blood for storage.

The Kryptonians lying there showed no signs of stress; their limbs were riddled with Kryptonite bullets, which were embedded in their flesh.

They continuously irradiated them with kryptonite, completely robbing them of the strength to struggle.

"Ghostly hiss~"

(Oh, that's so pitiful. It makes me want to smoke a few cigarettes, but I don't have time. I need to take care of business first.)

Gastly used Hypnosis on them, using its powerful mental energy to put them to sleep.

It is very easy to put the already weakened Kryptonians into a state of sleep.

This hypnotic sleep state is one in which you are clearly aware that you are sleeping, but you are helpless and unable to break free from your dream.

The first part is complete. With powerful mental strength, the dreams of these people are connected. The next skill to be used is...

Skill [Dream Eater]: Allows the user to enter the enemy's dream and deal damage to them. It can also pull the minds of multiple individuals into a single dream.

The creation of this dream was spearheaded by Gastly.

In the dream:

In a desolate and broken asteroid belt, 196 Kryptonians suddenly appeared in their sleep.

(Ghostly didn't pull General Zod and Fiora into the dream. Two people with generalship and leadership skills are the most difficult to tame. Such leaders can only be killed.)

Just as these Kryptonians were beginning to understand their confusion in their dreams.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Suddenly, a sinister laugh rang in the ears of the Kryptonians.

"Hehehe, you stupid Kryptonians. You would fall into such an obvious trap set by humans. You are hopelessly stupid."

"who?!!"

...

"Who's there!"

...

"come out!"

...

The lewd laughter seemed to echo in their ears, yet they couldn't find its source.

The Kryptonians' combat instincts kicked in; some used X-ray vision, others heat vision, and still others bio-force fields. They frantically searched their surroundings, but still couldn't find the source of the sound.

An unknown fear descended upon them, especially now that there was no leader.

Clinton Hicks is the highest-ranking vice commander after Fiora and Zod, and now everyone is looking to him for advice.

But he looked just as flustered as the other Kryptonians; he didn't know what to do.

What are you doing?

A familiar voice rang out.

"Ah! General!"...

"General, you're here!"

......

All the Kryptonians looked in one direction.

That was General Zod, who suddenly emerged from behind the meteorite.

He floated in front of the crowd with a serious expression and sternly questioned:

"What's going on with you! Where are we? What are you doing?"

In unknown environments, reconnaissance is paramount! Have you forgotten the vigilance expected of Kryptonian soldiers?

Those who were his nemesis were all scolded by him and bowed their heads, feeling embarrassed.

They got a little cocky after gaining enhanced bodies and discovering that they could also use biofields in the universe.

"Now, explore your surroundings and then come back and tell me!"

"Yes, General!" ×196

The voice that answered was firm and resonant.

With General Zod by their side, they felt like they had a pillar of support, and all the Kryptonians present were perfectly carrying out the tasks given to them by General Zod.

General Zod's face was tense, outwardly expressionless, but inwardly he was chuckling: So changing my skin is all it takes to command them, hahaha, I know how to use them now.

Krypton's strict hierarchy has its advantages; General Zod's face is their most effective brainwashing tool.

After they circled around several times, a Kryptonian soldier suddenly flew up to Zod and said excitedly.

"General! This...this looks like the wreckage of Krypton!"

"What did you say!!!"

General Zod's eyes widened, and he looked ready to explode.

"This is Krypton, General! Because I found this!"

He pulled the trash behind him forward, and the soldier was holding a piece of Kryptonian architectural debris, just a broken corner of a roof.

Other Kryptonian soldiers arrived one after another, carrying with them the remains of Kryptonian structures.

"This... weren't we fighting the Son of Jorel? How did we end up here?"

This place looks like it hasn't been here in a long time; I have no idea what they're doing here.

No one could answer General Zod's question.

His men were also puzzled. Hadn't they just been captured by the Earth natives using despicable and shameless methods?

How did I end up here so inexplicably?

As if knowing she couldn't let the conversation fall flat, Fiora asked, "General!"

What should we do? We're in this situation—no supplies, no spaceships, we can't even return to Earth.

These words made everyone present realize the seriousness of the problem.

This is the ruins of Krypton. Without supplies, they will soon perish.