American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

The Kents' farm hadn't seen rain for months, and they knew why, but there was nothing they could do.

The sky overhead was blindingly clear, and the clouds were blown away by the wind like cotton picked by black people in the 19th century, circling over the farm as if bypassing a cursed land.

Jonathan stood on the edge of the field, clutching a handful of dry soil in his hand. The soil leaked through his fingers, and not even the wind could stir up any dust.

Martha stood behind him, and looking at his increasingly hunched back, she knew that it still wouldn't rain today.

The newly sprouted corn seedlings curled up in the dry, cracked earth, their leaves yellowed at the edges and rolled into thin tubes, like a baby's clenched fist.

They are being killed by drought.

Jonathan crouched down and dug around the seedling roots with his fingers, down to about two inches deep, where the soil was still dry. His fingernails were filled with brown powder, like some kind of unhealable wound.

Lazarus Group's small weather drones hovered day and night over the farm, driving away clouds that might bring rain, causing the crops to slowly wither and die. This malicious tactic was a mockery of the stubborn individuals who refused to sign the land acquisition contract.

Oppressions far more brutal than this occur all over the world, and the Kents' experience is just one of the most common examples.

The Kents didn't want to lose the land that had been passed down for four generations, but they both knew they couldn't afford to fight this massive, globally exploitative corporation unless a miracle happened.

A deafening roar interrupted the Kents' sorrow as a fiery meteor streaked across the sky and crashed into their farmland.

Amidst the raging fire, a thin, frail figure stood up.

The sunstone crystals that make up the small spaceship transformed into blood-red nanoparticles, gathering and swirling around Karl like a red flag or a red cloak.

The yellow sun relentlessly scorched the Kryptonian's body, granting him the power of a god on earth while inflicting excruciating pain akin to having his bones and flesh torn out.

The AI ​​Thor's voice rang in Karl's ears: "Karl, my energy is depleted. I need to hibernate for a while."

Unable to bear the pain, Carl cried out for help to the Kent couple, who were watching in horror from a short distance away, but they clearly couldn't understand Kryptonian. Carl then lost consciousness.

As the flames gradually died down, Martha cautiously approached the large crater that Karl had created.

Looking at Karl lying unconscious on the ground, at his face that looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, at his body that hadn't been harmed by the explosion and flames in the slightest, Martha said to her husband beside her, "This is a child, or rather, the miracle we've been waiting for."

"A miracle? I don't quite agree with that." A voice interrupted Martha. She turned around and saw Peter, dressed in a black suit, with his hair slicked back and wearing sunglasses, standing on the farm.

"How can an alien who can fly to the heavens and dive to the earth, possessing immense strength and invulnerability, be worthy of the word 'miracle'?" Peter walked to the couple's side, looked at the unconscious Carl, and saw the yellow sun constantly strengthening his body, slowly shaping him into a god among men.

Peter thought of Clark Kent from other universes, with a body of steel and a heart of gold: "It is a ridiculous thing to break the shackles on the oppressed with unimaginable power. What is rescued in this way is just a bunch of giant babies who don't even dare to pick up the weapon to resist tyranny."

Peter recalled a cult in a comic book that worshipped Superman, where members would bring their families to the rooftop at the same time and then jump off simultaneously.

Because they believed that Superman could save them all, their mass suicide was just a normal religious activity.

Peter subtly mocked Superman for spoiling the people like giant babies, then focused his gaze on the "S" shaped emblem on the chest of the newly adult child from Krypton.

In other universes, it is a symbol of "hope," the oldest family crest on Krypton, and the last legacy Jor-El left to his son.

But in the absolute universe, the meaning of that symbol was completely cleared, reset, and then filled in again—filled with "laborers," the oppressed, the class marks of blood and sweat from the mines deep beneath Krypton and the red earth farmlands under the blazing red sun.

The Kryptonian ruling class, the Science Guild, regarded it as a mark of shame, a symbol of poverty and lack of skills, while Karl's parents wore it with great pride.

They told their sons that they were children of the sun, forging their own path with their own hands; this emblem was a symbol of the steel-willed.

"The true miracle is simply to ignite the flame of resistance in the hearts of the oppressed, and then wait for the miracle to happen."

The Kents looked at the uninvited guest and felt that the face behind his sunglasses looked familiar, but they couldn't remember who it was: "Who are you?"

Peter took out a business card and handed it to them: "Peter Parker, Chairman of Parker Industries."

The Kents took the business card, and Peter's young face gradually overlapped with the successful entrepreneur they had seen on television.

"We know you. You're a good person, a very rich and good person. The TV says you've helped a lot of people. To be honest, we didn't believe it at first, but everyone who comes from New York says you're a good person, and their expressions don't lie."

Like many rednecks, Martha in this universe is a conspiracy theorist. Long-term oppression by the Lazarus Group has made her no longer believe the lies of the media, but instead trust her own judgment.

Peter picked up the unconscious Carl and asked, "Do you have a place in your house for this guy?"

The Kents led Peter toward the house next to the farm.

Carl was in a coma for more than a week, during which time he had a high fever of over 100 degrees Celsius. The intense pain from the yellow sun caused him to convulse in his sleep or suddenly float in mid-air, which ruined several of the Kent family's beds.

Peter stayed at the Kent's house and paid them a sum of money as payment.

The Kents also inquired about Peter's purpose in coming and why they didn't just take this alien child of unknown origin away, but instead stayed on the farm with the elderly couple to take care of him—after all, they were too old to stop him.

Peter confessed that he had investigated the Kents and that he hoped the child would open his eyes to see the noble people of the planet, not the cold, impersonal research equipment in the laboratory.

Peter's description of them as "noble people" left the couple stunned; they hadn't expected this New York philanthropist to have such a high opinion of them.

Finally, Carl, having adapted to Earth's environment, woke up. When he opened his eyes, the scorching red light nearly burned the Kents and their house to ashes, but fortunately, he managed to stop the unstable heat vision in time.

Looking at the three people guarding the bedside, Karl said, "%#￥%……&*~"