Superman

Arctic.

Kryptonian spaceship.

Luke, who should have stayed in Washington, was busy negotiating with the White House and the Pentagon.

Sit on the suspended seat that rises into the air and open the operating console.

"Recursive program diagnosis completed..."

"Navigation permission confirmed..."

"All systems are operating normally."

A slightly dull and soft female voice sounded in his ears,

Subsequently, the complex and changeable operation interface slowly unfolded, and a large number of geometric symbols-like letter syllables emerged.

Luke, who has many Superman templates, has a smile on his face. Compared to his younger cousin who has not received any Kryptonian education, he can be said to be more knowledgeable.

The relevant knowledge in my mind flows out as if it were retrieved on its own.

"The Kryptonian language has thirty-three basic letters, including nine vowels and twenty-four consonants..."

"The way it is written is that nine vowels are arranged in three rows and three columns, and 24 consonants are arranged in groups of three, arranged in a radial pattern along eight directions..."

"The reason for this is to cater to the pattern of the Kryptonian flag..."

"This also represents the eleven virtues advocated by Kryptonians..."

"Truth, peace, collaboration."

"Selflessness, diligence, hope, restraint, justice, purity, imagination."

After absorbing the content about the Kryptonian language, Luke found that the operation interface became simple and easy to understand.

Various related instructions make reading stress-free.

Zizz! Zizz!

Just when Luke was getting familiar with the spacecraft's operating system, there was a faint sound of electricity.

The hatch not far away opened, and a strange figure walked out.

"I'm very happy to see that you have grown up. It would be great if Laura could see it with her own eyes... I am your father, Karl..."

The inexplicable intruder spoke incomprehensible and strange words.

Luke frowned slightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened, as if he couldn't hold it in anymore.

He looked at the intelligent consciousness that appeared as the spacecraft system started up.

The key I inserted came from my little cousin.

The intelligent consciousness stored inside is actually Superman's biological father.

Therefore, Jor-El naturally regarded Luke as his biological son who had never met him.

Male, Kryptonian, possessor of the Master Key, very young...

Taking the above conditions into account, who else could be there besides Kal-El who has been exiled to Earth?

"Sorry, you probably got the wrong person."

Luke had no idea of ​​admitting his father plainly, so he smiled lightly and then introduced himself.

In front of Jor-El, he no longer used his identity as the cousin of Krypton? He made a few vague remarks.

To put it bluntly? Jor-El appears here.

It's just an intelligent consciousness stored in the master key, a piece of data? It's not a real person.

As long as Luke is willing, he can delete it and erase all traces of its existence.

"Aren't you Carl?"

Jor-El was a little confused? Then it turned into shock.

What went wrong with his plan?

That Kryptonian spaceship? Didn’t it land at the set planet location?

"That's right? Mr. Jor-El, you can consider me a remnant of the Kryptonian outpost."

Luke's eyes flickered and he said softly.

In Krypton's most glorious pioneering era, a large number of exploration teams were sent out.

Wander the universe? Build outposts on various planets? Collect resources.

The earth was also the object of their visit.

This 18,000-year-old spaceship is the evidence left behind.

"Outpost... remnant..."

Jor-El digested it for a while, his expression serious.

If you put it this way, wouldn't the other party be older than you?

After he was born, Krypton's pioneering era ended and entered a period of closed, conservative class rule.

"Is everything okay? Qiao, just call me cousin. You don't have to be too rigid about your age or status."

Luke waved his hand graciously, indicating that we were each talking about our own affairs.

You call me eldest cousin? Your son also calls me eldest cousin? Everyone treats me equally.

"...eldest cousin?"

Jor-El coughed twice? He glanced at Luke's overly young face and felt a little unable to speak.

It's just that the class divisions on Krypton are clear and rigorous, and everyone's position in society has already been set.

Except for Superman, who gave birth naturally, everyone else must abide by the rules.

The Kryptonian remnants of the outpost are worthy of respect.

Qiao-El's intelligent consciousness did a little mental construction, and he shouted awkwardly: "That, eldest cousin, my son..."

"Kal-El, right? He now has an Earth name, Clark Kent."

Luke snapped his fingers and pressed a few random buttons on the console, and immediately a large number of projection pop-up windows appeared.

Krypton’s technology tree is several eras ahead of Earth’s.

Luke easily used the spacecraft's database to hack into the Internet, then filtered out the information about Superman and placed it in front of Jor-El.

"He came to this planet later than me, and now he is a superhero on Earth, the son of tomorrow in Metropolis..."

Luke said softly.

"What about his adoptive parents...?"

Jor-El seemed not to hear anything, and just stared at the slightly immature young face.

"Jonathan and Martha, they are both good people and taught Clark a lot."

Luke said this as he left the suspension seat.

"Then why did Carl's master key fall into the hands of...his eldest cousin?"

Jor-El then asked doubtfully.

Luke smiled slightly. After he pushed his little cousin to the stage, he never thought about negotiating with the federal government.

Unlike the industry next door, Walter Company has extensive connections and channels.

As a Pentagon Lieutenant General in the universe next door, Luke knows the morality of those politicians all too well.

Short-sightedness, profit-seeking, greed and stupidity are all part of our nature.

Luke wanted to create a debut opportunity for his little cousin and let the world focus on him.

Negotiations are just a means of delaying time, and letting the Kryptonians break the situation is the real plan.

When faced with external pressure, the federal government will naturally retreat and compromise.

That's why he got the master key to the Kryptonian spacecraft from Clark.

When he launched the huge fortress-like spaceship buried under the Arctic glacier.

Far away in the Phantom Zone, General Zod, who was exiled before the destruction of Krypton, and his men.

As a result, the coordinates of the Earth were searched and the whereabouts of the Son of Krypton was obtained.

They are enough to put heavy pressure on the federal government and reflect the importance of Superman.

…

…

Earth, outer space.

A giant spacecraft orbits the moon, and the metal on its surface reflects the light of the forest.

General Zod, wearing heavy armor, was standing by the wide observation deck, overlooking the blue planet below him.

He is the military leader of Krypton. From birth, his fighting instinct, commanding talent and genetic template for defending Krypton have been encoded into his body by biotechnology.

The concept of love and protection of Krypton is deeply imprinted in Zod's soul.

So when he saw that group of incompetent elders sitting on the council table and only obeying the laws left by their ancestors, he was determined to overthrow the rule of this group of corrupt and incompetent people and let Krypton regain its vitality.

Zod brazenly launched a coup and organized a group of rebels.

Unfortunately, due to the strong obstruction of Krypton's chief scientist Jor-El, he failed to successfully obtain Krypton's fertility code. This is Krypton's gene bank. Krypton has achieved artificial intervention in reproduction a long time ago.

Therefore, the life of the next generation is not a natural birth, but artificial cultivation.

The fertility code records the genes of all types of people on Krypton, which means that Kryptonians are not qualified to choose their own lives, because their future is destined from the moment they are born.

For example, Zod was born to be a warrior and strategist.

Responsible for commanding the army and becoming a leader.

These are all encoded into genes and ultimately form biological instincts.

In this way, a lot of time cost of education and training can be omitted, just like ants, dividing individuals into different types, clarifying the social division of labor, and maximizing the efficiency of the entire planet.

In the long and endless history, the Kryptonians forged their own glorious civilization.

At that time, Krypton continued to expand outwards, and countless spacecraft traveled through the universe, setting up outposts on countless planets, looking for planets suitable for survival.

However, the extremely prosperous civilization miracle did not last long. Due to the exhaustion of huge resources, Krypton had no choice but to give up its outward exploration.

Thus embarking on another form of civilization process to set the career and life of Kryptonian life through artificial cultivation.

Zod's gaze was profound, looking at the endless darkness of the deep space of the universe.

The blue planet emits a soft light full of vitality, like a magnificent and bright huge celestial body, which makes people extremely addictive.

He was born to defend Krypton, but his home planet had already collapsed and shattered in the explosion of the earth's core.

Therefore, the continuation of the race has become Zod's only purpose.

The Code of Fertility was given to his son by Jor-El, the hope for Krypton's rebirth.

Zod took the only remaining members of his tribe across the vast sea of ​​​​stars and came to this beautiful planet with unique civilization and life.

Jor-El's son is the only natural man born on the long-destroyed planet Krypton.

His genes have not been programmed in any way, and the fertility manual is in the hands of the other party.

"I will definitely rebuild Krypton."

Zod said firmly, with strong confidence and determination in his eyes.