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Superman nodded, indicating he understood. At the same time, he began to feel a little fear towards the "Ultimate Creature" gene in his hand! He was afraid that researching this would open Pandora's Box!

Seeing a hint of fear in his child, Phantom Jor-El continued to reassure him:

"The gene in your hand is different from the Doomsday gene I've seen.

Its upper limit may not be as high as the Doomsday gene, but it can evolve slowly. What I value is its ability to evolve."

Jor-El's words had the opposite effect. He made Superman realize that he needed to research a way to counteract this gene as soon as possible.

"This thing is still too dangerous. Our next research goal is how to limit the growth of this gene."

Jor-El could only continue to persuade:

"Kal-El, evolution is not a disadvantage! The most important thing is to have the ability to adapt to dangerous environments! You are Krypton's future."

Superman shook his head. He was very satisfied with himself as he was now, possessing power but not to the point of being invincible on Earth. Having weaknesses naturally limited him, allowing him to live a quiet life and enjoy mediocrity.

"This path of evolution you speak of is full of danger. Jor-El, I can't guarantee safety. If I research Doomsday on Earth and can't get rid of it, then this peaceful planet will be finished.

Jor-El, I think everything is fine as it is now."

Jor-El's program fell silent. After a moment, the basic instructions to care for Kal-El made him take a step back, indicating respect for Kal-El's choice.

"Alright, I respect your choice. To deal with this kind of creature that can become infinitely stronger, you can use some methods used to deal with Doomsday!"

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LexCorp.

Lex Luthor was very irritable because he couldn't detect it. No matter how he researched the samples in his hand, they only showed the genes of a rat.

His equipment was too outdated to accurately find the "Ultimate Creature" gene.

It was like Schrödinger's cat; he was in a situation where he could find it but couldn't see it clearly!

Chapter 55: Kryptonian Descent, the Curtain Rises

"This is your problem, Luthor."

General Lane said impatiently. He was also very irritable, guarding a treasure mountain but unable to obtain it. Anyone would be irritable.

However, that wasn't the main point for General Lane right now.

The main point was that the damn Superman had actually run away!

He had clearly said he would wait for him, said they would have a good chat. General Lane was even prepared to stuff a Kryptonite gun into Superman's mouth and threaten him, telling him to stay away from his daughter! That bastard actually ran away!

Half an hour ago, General Lane, who had just woken up, was fooled by Lex Luthor. He wanted to cooperate with the military on an experimental project to find the "Ultimate Creature" gene in the rat's remains.

General Lane agreed when he heard this. If that terrifying creature could be replicated by their military, then they would no longer have to fear Superman and superpowered beings.

That unpredictable, overwhelming monster that couldn't be killed or eliminated appeared in droves! Just thinking about it was terrifying!

"Don't worry, General Lane. Just give me a little more time, and I will definitely research this thing."

Lex Luthor wiped the sweat from his bald head, making a false promise.

General Lane didn't care about the research progress. What he was more concerned about now was how to get rid of Superman.

"Okay, I can give you time. I need a batch of weapons, weapons to deal with Superman."

Lex Luthor subconsciously turned on the surveillance around the laboratory when he heard the word "Superman," checking his surroundings to make sure Superman wasn't coming.

After breathing a sigh of relief, he reminded:

"Are you crazy? General Lane. We're already going to be targeted by Superman for researching this thing, and you still want to go find trouble with him?"

"F*ck, that guy actually stood me up. I can't stand it. You give me the weapons, and I'll attract Superman's attention. You can focus on researching the gene."

Lex Luthor thought it made a lot of sense.

"That's also possible. I'll help you this time. I have some non-sale items that you can use. Those are weapons that can't be mass-produced, but their effect is much more powerful than the mass-produced Kryptonite guns."

Lex Luthor led General Lane, winding around, to an underground laboratory. It was filled with half-finished weapons with exposed wires.

Those were all half-finished products or scrap. He had already put away the good stuff.

Passing through that pile of scrap, Lex Luthor opened a door with a lead coating. The interior of the room was very empty, and the shelves were filled with many weapons.

Lex Luthor clapped his hands, and the voice-activated lights turned on. He spread his hands, showing off:

"Come on, come and see my treasures:

This is the Kryptonite Gun X model, thicker, bigger, and stronger. The mass-produced model you had before could at most make Superman lose his power, but this one is aimed at killing Superman;

This is a Kryptonite smoke bomb. In a certain space, the power of this thing is no weaker than the X Kryptonite Gun;

And these, Kryptonite bullets and Kryptonite daggers, work great with Kryptonite smoke bombs.

As long as these things are used well together, they can easily kill him!"

General Lane's eyes lit up, but he suddenly realized something was wrong: "Holy sh*t, you're researching this, are you already planning to kill him?"

Lex Luthor just waved his hand, denying it:

"No, no, no, I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, this is just my personal hobby.

If you saw Superman hanging around in front of you every day, you would be more extreme than me, General Lane."

When General Lane thought of Superman hanging around in front of him every day, kissing and making out with his family's treasure, he suddenly felt a little hypertensive.

"You're right, seeing him makes you want to grab a weapon. Weapons that can kill him are good weapons, and they can put my mind at ease!"

"It seems we've reached a consensus. These weapons are yours. My request is also very simple: don't let Superman disturb my research!"

"No problem."

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Time passed quietly, and three days flew by. Superman was doing research in the Arctic and didn't go out. Lex Luthor was also doing research and didn't have time to pay attention to the outside world.

General Lane was inquiring about Superman's whereabouts everywhere. He swore that he would give Superman a few shots no matter what.

During these three days, Tian Xiaoban was ruthlessly training the cat in the 'Living Dead Tomb'.

He wanted to develop all the advantages of the Ultimate Creature and max out the functionality of the Garfield tool cat!

So that it could provide emergency rescue for Tian Xiaoban in situations of exhaustion, dizziness, shock, and various extreme conditions.

He taught it the structure of the human body, enabling it to perform surgeries to remove parasites and foreign objects from the body, as well as providing various medical emergency knowledge.

Amazingly, Garfield learned it all.

However, its listless eyes became exceptionally murderous, often looking at Tian Xiaoban as if he were dead.

Forcing someone to study medicine is a sin that deserves divine punishment. Learning what others have accumulated over thirty years of medical experience in just three days is bound to cause resentment.

Moreover, under Tian Xiaoban's soul command, the Ultimate Creature could even replicate those essentially incurable diseases on itself and then have Garfield use his newfound medical knowledge to solve them.

Although Garfield couldn't die, it could feel pain. If it weren't for the damned soul contract restricting it, it would have torn Tian Xiaoban to shreds long ago.

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The Kryptonian spaceship had already stopped in Earth's sky.

The spaceship received Earth's information and located Jor-El's child.

At noon, all of Earth's artificial satellites were suddenly hijacked, and all information channels—television, computers, mobile phones, radios—were broadcasting a single sentence:

"You are not alone!"

Before most Earthlings could realize what was happening,

the television screen changed, the background resembling the inside of a high-tech spaceship. General Zod, clad in black armor, began his announcement with a serious expression:

"Son of Jor-El, Kal-El!

Earth's Superman?

Heh, what a foolish title. In my eyes, you are nothing more than a coward who betrayed his own race."

Upon uttering the word "coward," General Zod's serious face flushed red, indicating he was seething with anger!

He was genuinely enraged. Even if Kal-El was a naturally born, inferior gene, he was still a high and mighty Kryptonian!

But after seeing Superman's deeds, he felt that this guy was stupid, hopelessly stupid!

"You, Kal-El, survivor of Krypton, you were supposed to bear the responsibility of restoring our planet. Yet, you chose to escape, to forget. So powerful, yet what are you doing? Earth's guardian? Superman?

Willing to be a dog for those genetically inferior races! You are a disgrace to Krypton.

I am the last general of Krypton, Dru-Zod!

Kal-El, come out and face me!"

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Far away in the Fortress of Solitude in the Arctic, Superman's fists clenched.

He was inexplicably scolded by someone he didn't know, and in front of the entire Earth.

Not only was his alien identity exposed, but he was also socially humiliated.

The Phantom Jor-El said with some emotion that he didn't expect Zod to come to Earth.

"Kal, he is a general of Krypton. Before Krypton's destruction, he was thrown into a space prison and exiled to the 'Phantom Zone'! I didn't expect him to escape."

"So, he is a Kryptonian criminal?"

"From my personal point of view, not really. At that time, Krypton was about to be destroyed, and the Council decided that all Kryptonians should perish with Krypton.

Zod wanted to change Krypton's fate, so he launched a military coup, leading his subordinates to resist, but he failed. Krypton's destruction became a reality."

[What the Phantom AI didn't say was that it was Kal-El's father, Jor-El, who reported Zod's coup.

Jor-El was different from Zod. Zod wanted to change Krypton from within, but Jor-El chose to send his child to another planet to revive Krypton.

Through scientific research and observation, Jor-El was the first to predict Krypton's destruction. He reported it to the Council, but it was not taken seriously. He worried about Krypton's future, fearing that Kryptonians would become extinct.

So, he made a bold decision. He naturally conceived a life with his wife, Lara. A free life, separate from Krypton's reproductive system.

As a Kryptonian scientist, Jor-El naturally knew the defects of this natural life. Compared to the strong Kryptonians created through genetic editing, naturally born life would be more fragile, no different from a disabled infant with genetic diseases.

Therefore, Jor-El made a daring decision. He hid the Kryptonian Codex, the central hub of life, inside his child's cells, giving this child infinite possibilities! As long as he lived long enough, the hidden genetic Codex within him would transform him into an almost omnipotent Kryptonian.]

The Phantom AI's words made Superman feel some sympathy for Zod. Seeing his home destroyed and being unable to do anything about it, it was only natural that he would be angry.

However, doubts also arose:

"Then why is he looking for me? Looking at their numbers, it's enough to find a habitable planet to reproduce and live on."

The number of people shown on the television screen was over a hundred, with both men and women. According to Superman's and Earthlings' knowledge and concepts, it should be enough to reproduce.

The Phantom Jor-El shook his head and explained:

"Kryptonians have a strict hierarchical system and genetic control system. All Kryptonians, from birth, have their lives predetermined by their genes.

And you, my child, have the genetic sequences of all Kryptonians.

Before Krypton exploded, I hid the Kryptonian Codex in your body. They are looking for you to seize it.

The Codex contains the genetic sequences of all Kryptonians. With it, they can use the birthing matrix to cultivate new Kryptonian infants."

Superman had learned a lot of genetic knowledge in the past few days and understood the birthing matrix. For the first time, he felt that the place was so useful.

"Then can it be taken out of my body? I'll give it to him and let him go to other galaxies to revive Krypton."

The naive words made the Phantom Jor-El feel that his child was still too young:

"Heh, you're thinking too simply, Kal. Do you think Zod will let Earth go? You are a ready-made example, proving that Earth is very suitable for Kryptonians to live on! I don't think Zod will let go of this place."

"Then what should I do? Let them stay, or… should I drive them away?"

Just as they were discussing what to do,

the large spaceship above had already sent a ship down, openly arriving in Metropolis, waiting for Superman to appear.

The US military naturally also sent people out to try to negotiate with these aliens.

But when the negotiators tried to negotiate, they were punched into dust by their Kryptonian soldiers.

"Ah!!!!!!"