North pole.

Kryptonian spaceship.

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

Sit into the floating seat and open the worktop.

"Recursive program diagnosis completed ......"

"Navigation permission confirmed......

"Everything is working fine."

A slightly dull soft female voice sounded in his ears,

Then, 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 lips, compared to his little cousin who has not received a Kryptonian education at all, he can be said to be very knowledgeable.

The relevant knowledge in my mind flows out as if I searched for it myself.

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

"It is written in a way that nine vowels are arranged in three rows and three columns, and twenty-four consonants are arranged in groups of three in each of them, arranged radially in eight directions......"

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

"This also represents the eleven virtues that Kryptonians reveal......"

"Truth, Peace, Collaboration."

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

After absorbing the content about Krypton's language, Luke found that the interface became simple and easy to understand.

All kinds of related instructions, no pressure to read.

Zizi! Zizizizi!

Just as Luke was familiarizing himself with the ship's operating system, a faint electric current sounded.

Not far away, the hatch opened, and a strange figure stepped out.

"I'm glad to see that you've grown up. If only Laura could see it with her own eyes...... I am your father, Carl ......"

Inexplicable intruders, saying inexplicably strange things.

Luke's brow furrowed slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually expanded, as if he couldn't hold it back.

He looked at the intelligence that emerged as the ship's systems activated.

The key he inserted came from his little cousin.

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

So, Joe Eyre naturally thinks of Luke as his own son, who has never been masked.

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

Considering the above conditions, who else will there be besides Karl El who has been exiled to Earth?

"I'm sorry, but you probably recognized the wrong person."

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

In front of Joe Al, he didn't use the identity of Krypton's big cousin anymore? A few vague and casual words.

Plainly? Joe Eyre who appears here.

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

As long as Luke wants? You can easily delete it and erase any traces of its existence.

"You're not Carl?"

Joe Eyre has some doubts? Then it turned into shock.

What went wrong with his plan?

That Kryptonian spaceship? Didn't land on the planet?

"That's right? Mr. Joe-El, you could think of me as a remnant of a Kryptonian outpost. ”

Luke's eyes twinkled, and he whispered.

Krypton's most glorious pioneering era used to send a large number of exploration teams.

Wandering through the universe? Build outposts on various planets? Gather resources.

The earth was also the object of their visit.

This 18,000-year-old spaceship is the evidence of the legacy.

"Outpost...... Survivors ......"

Joe-Al digested it, his face solemn.

If you say this, wouldn't the other party be older than yourself?

After he was born? Krypton's pioneering era has come to an end, and it has entered a period of closed, conservative class rule.

"Nothing? Joe, would you just call me a big cousin? Don't be too rigid about age and status. ”

Luke waved his hand generously, indicating that we would both talk about each other.

You call me my big cousin? Your son calls me big cousin too? Everyone is treated equally.

“…… Big cousin? ”

Joe Eyre coughed twice? He glanced at Luke's overly youthful face, feeling 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, who gave birth naturally, everyone else had to follow the rules.

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

Joe Al's intellectual consciousness, slightly mentally constructed, embarrassed to shout: "That, big cousin, my son ......"

"Carl Ayre, huh? He now has a Earth name, Clark Kent. ”

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

Krypton's tech tree is several eras older than Earth's.

Luke easily uses the ship's database to hack into the internet, then sifts out information about Superman and puts it in front of Joe El.

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

Luke said softly.

"And his adoptive parents...... What do you think? ”

Joe-Al didn't seem to hear it, just stared at the slightly immature young face.

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

Luke said as he stepped out of the suspension seat.

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

Joe-El then asked, confused.

Luke smiled slightly, he didn't even think about negotiating with the federal government after he pushed his little cousin to the stage.

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

As a Pentagon lieutenant general in the next universe, Luke knows the virtues of those sub-politicians all too well.

Short-sightedness, profit-seeking, greed and stupidity are all in the nature of the bones.

Luke wants to create a chance for his little cousin to focus the world on his debut.

Negotiations are nothing more than a means of stalling for time, and getting the Kryptonians to break the situation is the real plan.

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

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

When he activated the massive fortress-like spaceship buried beneath the Arctic glaciers.

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 were obtained.

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

……

……

Earth, outer space.

A giant spaceship orbits the near-moon, the metal on its surface reflecting the glow of the forest.

General Zod, dressed in heavy armor, was standing on the edge of the wide observation deck, overlooking the blue planet at his feet.

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

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

So when he saw that the incompetent elders sat high in the council and would only obey the laws left by their ancestors, he was determined to overthrow the rule of this group of corrupt and incompetent people and bring Krypton back to life.

Zod brazenly staged a coup d'état and organized a group of rebels.

Unfortunately, due to the vigorous obstruction of Krypton's chief scientist Joe Al, he did not succeed in obtaining Krypton's fertility code, which is Krypton's gene pool, and Krypton has achieved artificial intervention in breeding a long time ago.

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

The genes of all types of Kryptonian people are recorded in the Fertility Code, which dooms Kryptonians to be ineligible 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 the army and become a leader.

These are encoded forms that are implanted into genes and eventually form biological instincts.

In this way, it is possible to omit a lot of time costs for education and training, like ants, to divide individuals into different types, to clarify the social division of labor, and to maximize the efficiency of the entire planet.

Over the course of their long and endless history, Kryptonians have forged their own glorious civilization.

At that time, Krypton was constantly expanding outward, and countless ships traveled through the universe, setting up outposts on countless planets, looking for suitable planets to live on.

It's just that the miracle of extremely prosperous civilization did not last long, and due to the exhaustion of huge resources, Krypton had no choice but to give up the move of exploring outward.

Thus embarking on another form of civilization process - to set the occupation and life of Kryptonian life in the way of artificial cultivation.

Zod's eyes were deep, looking out into the infinite darkness of the deep space of the universe.

The blue planet emits a soft light full of life, like a huge celestial body with magnificent brilliance, which makes people extremely addicted.

He was born to defend Krypton, whose home planet had long since crumbled in the explosion of the Earth's core.

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

The Fertility Code was given to his son by Joe El, and that was the hope of Krypton's rebirth.

Zod took the remaining people across the vast sea of stars to this beautiful planet with unique civilizations and lives.

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

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

"I'm going to rebuild Krypton."

Zod said firmly, his eyes revealing a strong confidence and firmness.