Superman

A job?

A lifetime?

Clark, who had regained his mobility, had a look of surprise in his eyes.

To be honest, he didn't quite believe it.

General Zod would repent and then work for his first cousin to clear his sins.

This sounds like, the U.S. president suddenly found his conscience and felt that he should not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries every day and stir up regional disputes everywhere.

So he made a public apology to the world and stepped down in gratitude.

It's full of an absurd and magical color.

"Clark, that's what's wrong with you."

Luke frowned and lectured his younger cousin.

"Labeling people is not the right thing to do. Even though Zod has done many things wrong, such as disregarding life and attempting genocide and destroying the planet."

"But if you look deeper, you will find some shining points."

"Every sinful soul, they have a value worthy of being redeemed, and must not be rejected because they have made mistakes."

Clark stared wide-eyed, wondering if the light overhead was too bright, or something else.

When his older cousin finished, he felt a spurt of righteous light come out.

Luke's image became even more magnificent and taller compared to before.

"It was me who was too narrow-minded."

Clark lowered his head in shame.

Compared to the noble quality of the first cousin full of goodwill and great love, he was really too poor.

"You are still young, it is normal to have a little problem in your ideological awareness."

Luke waved his hand, the corners of his mouth twitched a little.

As if the next moment will not be able to hold it, laugh out loud.

"Clark, since it has come to this point, there are some things that it is time to tell you."

Luke's words changed and his face changed to a gloomy look.

The atmosphere was suddenly serious, and Clark was a bit flustered.

There is a kind of final exam failure, the class teacher is about to visit the home of the nervous feeling.

Luke walked out of the cell while then went to the console in the lower compartment and inserted the master key that stored Joe Al's consciousness.

"This is ......."

Clark saw a projection of a bearded man appear and a hint of consternation came across his face.

The bastard looked so familiar.

He thought so.

Although it was an unfamiliar face that he didn't know, there was an inexplicable feeling of closeness.

"I'm your father."

Joe Al saw Clark and the classic line came out.

"......"

A series of question marks popped up on Superman's head.

What is the operation of the opening to recognize his son?

"Old Joe, you're next, give your son a good dose of Kryptonian common sense."

Luke put his hands behind his back and walked out of the room with a leisurely step like an old cad.

Only Clark and the bearded man were left looking at each other.

"That, or let's start with how your mom and Krypton are gone."

Jor-El coughed twice and started to get to the point.

......

......

One hour ......

Two hours ......

It took more than three hours of conversation before Clark walked out of the room.

His eyes, slightly red.

The young face carried a sullen, sad look.

Obviously, the lower level warriors of the Saiyan planet, strayed to Earth.

Far less touching than the Kryptonian explosion, the extinction of the same race, the sacrifice of both parents to heaven.

After listening to his dad, Joe Al, Clark only felt that he was the cup set up all over the coffee table, mainly highlighting a miserable word.

"Don't be too sad ......"

Luke saw the situation, patted Superman's shoulder, said seriously: "Did not say the truth before, is worried that you can not stand the stimulation."

"Although Krypton has been destroyed, turned into a dust in the universe, but we are not alone."

Clark nodded vigorously, after learning his Kryptonian identity, he looked at Zod all feel a little more smooth.

The next few days were spent discussing the matter of handing over the Fertility Code in exchange for Zod's departure from Earth.

The young cousin himself had little to say, and to build trust, the Kryptonian warrior released Superman's parents.

And Luke also handed over the female commander, Fiora and others, back to Zod's hands.

Two weeks later, the two sides agreed and finally negotiated a deal.

Clark underwent surgery by Krypton's medical officer to remove the fertility code from his cells.

His dad at the time, Jor-El, had rushed to take such critical items before Krypton's destruction and infuse them into his newborn son.

"Kal, I'm sorry about your father's accident."

After getting what he wanted, Zod met with Clark again in private.

Superman's dad, Jor-El, had died at his hands.

They were both enemies and friends, sharing the same vision of the precursor to Krypton's destruction.

Also disgusted by the corrupt rule of the leadership, trying to find hope again.

Only, the two took different paths.

Zod is trying to overthrow the upper echelon and restart Krypton's outpost exploration program.

Jor-El, however, feels that Krypton has long been beyond redemption.

With the maturation of gene editing technology, the race was firmly confined.

From the moment of birth, the Kryptonian future was predetermined.

Gardener, architect, soldier, scientist ......

Occupations were all set.

Personality, marriage, too.

The intent of the Kryptonians was to weed out the inferior, less than stellar genes and make the race perfect.

But it ignores that after a race is wiped out of diversity, it can only lose all its potential and gradually degenerate into mediocrity and extinction.

"It is impossible for me to forgive you instead of my father."

Clark replied after a long silence.

He was not the kind of person who would carry hatred in his heart and then sink deep into pain and torment every day.

"Kal, we are always alone in this universe."

Zod turned his back and looked to the azure planet that radiated a soft glow.

"They won't accept you, and any being will either worship or be wary and fearful of a being above them."

Clark pursed his lips and made no sound.

......

......

"Godfather, you're leaving Metropolis?"

Lex looked over at the younger man sitting in his office chair.

Not long ago, Luke had transferred all the properties in his name to him and Clark.

Then, there were a lot of instructions.

Like they were about to go on a long trip and weren't going to come back.

"A long trip, to be exact."

Luke cupped a dozen signed soul contracts in his hand.

Zod and his men, has become his hit man.

This time and space, all kinds of stories about superheroes have not yet begun to play.

Luke thought there was little point in staying on, so why not just pack the Kryptonians together and return to the Marvel Universe?

"So when will you come back?"

Lex was a little upset.

He still had feelings for his godfather.

At least Luke cared more about himself than his dad did.

"It's impossible to say."

Luke put away the soul contract and gave Lex a deep look.

He didn't know if his godson's future would still be Superman's greatest arch-enemy.

Nor did he know if Gotham's Batman, because of Zod's invasion, thus thinking of Clark and writing it down in a small book.

"Maybe it won't be long before we meet again, and hopefully by then, you'll still remember what the Godfather said."

Luke slowly left his seat and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Will do! If necessary, I can also save the world, Godfather."

Lex said seriously.

"Clark's not the only one who can be a superhero, even though I'm not as powerful as he is."

Luke smiled.

If evaluated by the ending of each big event, Lex Luthor had indeed saved the multiverse several times.

"Say goodbye to Clark for me."

He didn't make a point of saying goodbye to his younger cousin.

That kind of parting serves no purpose other than to add to the sadness.

"I will."

Lex turned to get two glasses from the liquor cabinet, but by the time he turned back, Luke's figure had disappeared.

The Godfather was always the same.

A sudden appearance, as if he knew everything, full of mystery.

"Not even leaving without a greeting."

Lex smiled bitterly and silently poured himself a glass of wine.

Now, he's become the owner of Walter & Co.

Or the agent for Metropolis' Tomorrow's Children.

"It's time to find something interesting to do."

Lex took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes distant and deep.