Marvel’s Superman

Arctic.

Krypton spacecraft.

Luke, who was supposed to be in Washington, busy negotiating and negotiating with the White House and the Pentagon.

Sit into the floating seat and open the console.

"Recursive program diagnosis completed..."

"Navigation permission confirmed..."

"Everything is working fine."

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

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

Luke, who has many superman templates, has a smile on his mouth. Compared with his younger cousin who has no Krypton education at all, he can be said to be knowledgeable.

The relevant knowledge in his mind flows out as if searching on his 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 twenty-four consonants are arranged in groups of three, radially arranged in eight directions..."

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

"It also represents the eleven virtues that Kryptonians admire..."

"Truth, Peace, Collaboration."

"Selflessness, hard work, hope, restraint, justice, purity, imagination."

After absorbing the Kryptonian language and text, Luke found that the interface became easier to understand.

All kinds of related instructions, there is no pressure to read.

Zizi! Zizizi!

Just as Luke was familiar with the spacecraft's operating system, there was a faint electric sound.

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

"I'm glad to see you've grown up. If only Laura could see it... I'm your father, Carl..."

An inexplicable intruder, speaking inexplicably strange things.

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

He looked at the intelligent consciousness that appeared as the spacecraft system was activated.

The key that I inserted came from my little cousin.

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

So, Joe-El naturally regarded Luke as his own son, who had never been masked.

Male, Kryptonian, with master key, very young...

Taking the above conditions into consideration, who else is there other than Karl-El who has fallen to Earth?

"Sorry, you probably got the wrong person."

Luke didn't have the idea of ​​recognizing his father, he smiled lightly, and then introduced himself.

In front of Joe-El, he didn't use his identity as Krypton's big cousin, and made a few vague remarks.

To put it bluntly, Joe Al here.

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

As long as Luke wants, he can delete it at will, erasing traces of existence.

"Aren't you Carl?"

Joe-El was a little puzzled, then turned into shock.

What's wrong with his plan?

Didn't the Krypton spacecraft land at the set planet position?

"Yes, Mr. Joe-El, you can think of me as a remnant of the Kryptonian outpost."

Luke's eyes flickered and he said softly.

Krypton's most glorious pioneering era has sent a large number of exploration teams.

Wander the universe, build outposts on various planets, and collect resources.

The earth was once the object of their visit.

This 18,000-year-old spacecraft is the evidence left over.

"Outpost... Remnant..."

Joe-El digested it for a while, his face dignified.

If you say this, the other party is older than yourself.

After his birth, Krypton's pioneering era had come to an end, and it had entered a period of closed, conservative class rule.

"It's okay, Joe, just call me big cousin, don't be too rigid about your age and identity."

Luke waved his hand in a big way, indicating that we are on our own.

You call me Big Cousin, and your son calls me Big Cousin too. Everyone treats me the same.

"...Big cousin?"

Joe-El coughed twice, glanced at Luke's overly young face, and felt a little speechless.

It's just that Krypton's class division is clear and rigorous, and everyone's position in society has already been set.

With the exception of Superman, a natural childbirth case, everyone else has to follow the rules.

The Kryptonian remnants of the outpost, this is an existence worthy of respect.

Joe-El's intelligent consciousness did a little psychological construction and shouted awkwardly: "That, big cousin, my son..."

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

Luke snapped his fingers and clicked on the console a few times, and immediately a large number of projection pop-ups appeared.

Krypton's technology tree is several times older than Earth's.

Luke easily hacked into the Internet using the ship's database, and then sifted out the information about Superman and put it in front of Joe-El.

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

Luke said softly.

"How about his adoptive parents...?"

Joe-El seemed to have not heard it, but just stared at the slightly immature young face.

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

Luke got out of the suspension seat and said so.

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

Joe-El immediately asked suspiciously.

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

Water company is not like its own industry next door, it has a wide range of contacts and channels.

As the Pentagon Lieutenant General in the next universe, Luke knows all about the virtues of those sub-politicians.

Short-sightedness, profit-seeking, greed and stupidity are all inherent in nature.

Luke wanted to create a chance for his younger cousin to make the world focus on his debut.

Negotiations are nothing more than a means of stalling, and letting the Kryptonians break things is the real plan.

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

That's why he got the master key of the Krypton spacecraft from Clark's hand.

When he activated the huge fortress-like ship buried under the arctic glacier.

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

Therefore, the coordinates of the earth were searched, and the whereabouts of the son of Krypton was obtained.

They are enough to put a heavy strain on the federal government and embody the importance of superhumans.

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Earth, outer space.

A giant spacecraft orbits near the moon, and the metal on its surface reflects the forest glow.

General Zod, wearing heavy armor, is standing by the wide viewing platform, overlooking the blue planet under his feet.

He is the military leader of Krypton. From the moment he was born, his fighting instinct, commanding talent and the genetic template to defend Krypton were encoded into his body by biotechnology.

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

So when he saw that group of incompetent elders sitting high on the council seat and only obeying the laws left by their ancestors, he was determined to overthrow the rule of this group of rotten 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 Joe El, he did not succeed in obtaining Krypton's fertility code - this is Krypton's gene pool. Krypton has achieved artificial reproduction a long time ago.

Therefore, the life of the next generation is not born naturally, but artificially cultivated.

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

Zod, for example, was born a warrior and a military strategist.

Take charge of leading the army and become a leader.

These are implanted into genes in the form of coding, and ultimately form biological instincts.

In this way, a lot of time costs for education and training can be omitted. Like ants, individuals are divided into different types, and the social division of labor can be clearly defined, so that the efficiency of the entire planet can reach the highest level.

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

At that time, Krypton continued to expand outward, and countless spaceships 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.

As a result, they embarked on another form of civilization process - setting the occupation and life of Kryptonian life by artificial cultivation.

Zod's eyes were deep, looking at the boundless dark universe.

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

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

Therefore, the continuation of the race has become the sole purpose of Zod.

The birth code was given to his son by Jo-El, the hope of Krypton's rebirth.

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

Joe-El's son is the long-destroyed Krypton, the only natural human being born.

There is no setting in his genes, and the fertility book is in the hands of the other party.

"I must rebuild Krypton."

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