Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Chapter 366

Lex knew that many people thought he was crazy.

Forgive those mediocre and stupid people. They cannot understand existences like Superman from a higher level, and their thinking is not enough to consider the future—not the future of more than ten or twenty years, but a few years later. Hundreds of years or even thousands of years into the future.

Human life is so short, which makes them extremely forgetful and extremely short-sighted.

They only saw Superman's impact on the world in these few short years, but they never thought about what would happen if Superman existed in this world for hundreds or thousands of years.

Over a long period of time, adapting and getting used to the meticulous protection from Superman, what can be the force that drives mankind forward?

His hatred for Superman is so deep.

But he loves him so much - when Superman falls from the sky, when Superman smiles and does the little things that are gentle and inconsequential, when Superman calmly and silently, never takes credit and never stops for the fools on the ground Sometimes, he is always confused by Superman's thoughts.

Most people care about all the big things Superman does.

The forest fire he blocked.

He rescued the village in the flash flood.

He took the astronaut who was on the verge of death because of a decimal point error after liftoff from the spacecraft.

All these rescues will make Superman a headline hero, people cheer and applause, just like facing a legendary superstar (the strange thing is that this alien superstar is far more friendly than Tony Stark), and Superman When faced with those adoring eyes, there is always some helplessness and retreat.

Sometimes he even seemed a little tolerant, as if these believer-like worship were just a burden to him.

Of course, Superman loves being liked.What he doesn't like is excessive liking, and he seems to be worried about those Lex.What Luthor was claiming: dictatorship by a cult of personality.

What impressed Lex the most was when Superman sent a lost little girl to her mother. The woman happily thanked Superman and said inadvertently, "I'm sorry, I know you must have more important things. What are we delaying?"

Superman paused.

An imperceptible pause.

"No." Then he said gently, "I have nothing more important to do."

This weird, inexplicable sense of division finally came to Carl in Lex.Al merges with Superman and disappears...

He looks determined, but is actually full of confusion; he appears to be invincible, but is actually soft to the point of weakness.

He doesn't even think he is very righteous at all, he is full of doubts about justice.

He swooped down to rescue and capture human beings, not to practice a certain idea or implement a certain plan, but maybe he was just trying to use his power to get along with human beings.

And for him, for Lex.Luther, the human being who gritted his teeth and declared that he would kill himself, Superman knows it well.

I don't know how many times Lex fell into a dream of joy, they entangled in the long corridors and empty offices, and occasionally appeared in the metropolis square or in the universe.

He was wet, limp, and a mess.

And that guy is damn talkative, his intermittent voice is embellished in the depth of the pleasure, neither willing to stay nor go away.

But Lex can always remember only a few sentences.

"...you love not the real me." He heard himself accusing, "you love...you love the you in me."

He heard Carl chuckle softly... and then, softly, Superman answered him:

"...do you love the real me?"

Sometimes he'll say "yes", sometimes he'll say "no", sometimes he'll grit his teeth and mutter something, sometimes he'll just shut up, and no matter what he does, Superman just looks at it with a smile on his face...

As if Superman didn't really care about Lex.What was Luther going to answer him, he just had to make sure he'd stuffed himself completely inside Lex.Luther's body, stuffed deep, deepest, and filled him completely.

The strange thing is that Lex only ever realizes this at the end of the dream, and every dream has the same ending:

In the weightlessness of the rapid fall, he suddenly woke up, and found that he was completely submerged by the red cloak beside his pillow.

So he would curse in a low voice, get up from the bed, and swear that he would never put the red cloak next to his pillow again tonight, and at night, he would forget the vow he had made.

Carl is oblivious to what is happening outside.

His current body is not very useful, because he is too young, he even has difficulty sitting up from the crib, and he spends most of the day in a drowsy sleep state— — which makes it impossible for him to even know how long he has been in this "Kryptonian".

The concept of time has completely disappeared, and even his memory has become very blurred. In his intermittent, only waking hours, Lara and Joe are all he can see.

This kind of life is really too peaceful.

There was no fighting, no rowdy, no cluttered, never-ending sounds.

It took Karl a long time to get used to the emptiness and silence.

It took him a long time to learn not to fall asleep while listening to Lara's lullaby.

In fact, he can't really tell whether he likes this kind of life or not.

The toddler's body also seems to limit his mind, and he spends less and less time thinking and waking hours, and life becomes a simple repetition, but the repetition is not without change:

He couldn't sit up by himself at first, but after an unknown period of time, one day, when he was held by Joe's big hand and put on the ground, he realized that he had learned to crawl unconsciously;

Not long ago, he could only eat milk. When he woke up one time, he suddenly realized that he had grown baby teeth and could chew some soft food. Lara also fed him sweet and greasy candies.

At last he was even able to walk crookedly under the supervision of his parents-Joe and Lara watched him nervously, and he suddenly woke up with a coaxing sound from his mouth.

Carl gradually realizes that this is not a real, living Kryptonian.

It's just a beautiful afterimage.

He is not really growing up under the care of Joe and Lara now, he is just thrown into a certain past time, possessed by his past self, and then, in extremely occasional intervals, he can wake up See what's happening outside.

But that's about it.

"...Do you really want me to stay?" Carl asked Death with a wry smile, "You should know that the reappearance of the past is far from shaking me."

"Even if a real Krypton appeared, would you be shaken by it?" Death asked back.

Carl fell silent.

He stared dreamily at the sky, the sky of Krypton -- with eyes that couldn't see the universe.

Everything is so vague, so moving.

The more time passed, the longer he was awake. In some unexplainable premonition, Karl already knew what day it was.

Krypton will die today.

"I don't want to watch it again," said Carl, still adorable with the sad look on his young face, "I got it and then lost it; I got it again and I lost it again... …I've repeated this cycle too many times."

"Don't be silly." Death answered softly and cruelly. "You never got it."

"Do you really want me to stay!"

"It's true, but not so 'true,'" said Death, "because the one I want to stay is the one who will never stay...Maybe that's my obsession: I always want those Those who will never stay stay."

She sounded calm, but a little sad.

"An infinite loop." Carl nodded in agreement, feeling very understanding of the emotions of death, "We will always fall into this endless loop."

He stared wide-eyed at the sky until the ground began to shake, until distant buildings crumbled, until Joe and Lara rushed from far away to take him to a laboratory they had never taken him to.

This laboratory actually made him feel very familiar.

It was the laboratory prepared by Alexander for him.

The furnishings of the two laboratories are exactly the same, including the seating area with the coffee machine and the position of the small bar, including the wine glasses and bottles with strange labels, including the direction where the cleaning robot stays, including the flowering state of the decorative plants... Everything is exactly the same.

Carl smiled briefly.

He lay quietly in his father's broad arms, felt the rapid vibrations in his chest, and his mother's shortness of breath from running desperately, they put him into a small rocket, and Joe began to debug Rocket's various arguments while Lara sobbed and kissed Carl's face over and over.

Neither of them noticed Carl's strange silence.

His senses were already tearing at him.

Part of him is recovering.

At the beginning, his consciousness hadn't fully returned, and he didn't quite figure out what happened. He just instinctively flew to a place that made him feel warm and comfortable and relieved the pain.

He felt a gentle lick of energy, and some odd voids, before he realized he was lying on the surface of the sun.

This discovery stunned Karl for a moment—he had never been so close to the sun before.

It's not that he hasn't tried to fly close to it, but when he flew close to the sun in the past, he could feel that he was on the verge of exploding due to the absorbed energy. He had a premonition that if he absorbed more energy, his The body will undergo some evolution that he is not happy to see during the violent charging process.

In the center of the sun, if he sleeps long enough, maybe he will become a god like "death".

But now, for some unknown reason, the energy of the sun has become less ferocious.

It flowed peacefully in his veins, and Karl could even clearly feel the process of the kryptonite powder being gradually removed from his body.

Another part of him was still dying.

The rocket lifted off, accelerated, away from Krypton, and the stars burned around him like a giant fireworks.

It was the fireworks that burned an entire glorious civilization.

"Farewell, dear," said Death, "you will never be allowed into my kingdom again."

——In the raging flames, Karl opened his eyes.