Capítulo 44: Chapter 44: Future Kryptonian Civilization
After the battle with Edward in the kingdom of shifting sands, that kingdom was the last one daring to resist his rule.
There were no politicians or capitalists left on Earth who dared to refuse and intended to slip through the net.
He had essentially conquered Earth, and perhaps a grand coronation ceremony was all that was needed for the people of Earth to understand that they had indeed changed nations and rulers.
The next day, H'el handed over the design plans for the Dawn Crystal Fusion Accelerator to Dawn and, with a single hand, raised all the large accelerators, collision machines, and particle accelerators that could be used in the world from underground. Amid the amazed gazes of ordinary humans, he transported them all to Geneva.
He also ordered Dawn to conscript all the scientists and mobilize them to Geneva to begin the construction and testing of the Dawn Crystal Fusion Accelerator.
H'el hadn't forgotten that in the deep space of the DC Universe, his spaceship's crystal energy source had been reduced to only 3%, leaving it adrift in the cosmos. Indeed, H'el could now survive multiple types of radiation in space, but without the ability to exceed the speed of light or make hyperspace jumps, he had no idea how long it would take to drift in deep space before he could luckily stumble upon a life-sustaining planet.
Being alone as an individual drifting in the cosmos was not a feasible strategy; it was only a choice made out of necessity.
The Earth's current state was that its basic materials and technology were far too primitive. H'el couldn't possibly accelerate their technological growth or provide them with the complete set of basic materials required. That would take hundreds of years, at least, before they could develop warp engines, jump engines, superluminal engines, interstellar teleporters, and more.
Earth didn't have the capability to manufacture a true crystal energy source for H'el's spaceship, but second-tier energy sources like micro-scale nuclear reactors with crystal cores were feasible.
H'el silently calculated that the vortex in his mind space would take another four and a half years to condense and take shape, allowing him to return to the DC Universe. The crystal energy source constructed on Earth should be enough to restore 30% of the spaceship's crystal engine's energy, sufficient for two hyperspace jumps.
By then, he could return to the starry sky where Krypton used to be, take a look at the remains of Krypton, mourn its rise and fall, and then pick up some of the materials left over from Krypton's explosion. Alternatively, he could search for nearby planets that had been colonized by Kryptonians, find the materials, and heavily modify his spaceship.
After all, this was just a small research ship, measuring a hundred and sixty meters in length, fifty meters in height, and ninety meters in width. Its steel plates were pitted and damaged, suffering serious damage from meteorite showers. Trying to cross two million light-years to go to Earth and beat Kal-El in front of Jor-El was beyond its capabilities.
Therefore, whether it was a social observation experiment or the collection of data on human superpowers, it was all just leisure on this Earth.
The only thing H'el couldn't allow anyone to disrupt was the construction of the Dawn Crystal Fusion Accelerator.
On one hand, H'el kept an eye on Geneva, where the Dawn Crystal Fusion Accelerator was being built. If anyone tried to sabotage it, they would be directly crushed into blood mist by the biological magnetic field projected by H'el in space.
On the other hand, H'el controlled his projection of the mind force field and began walking in various major cities, experiencing the flavor of Earth's past civilization and prosperity.
London, New York, Hong Kong, Singapore, Shanghai, BJ, Dubai, Paris, Tokyo, Sydney, Los Angeles, Toronto, Mumbai, Amsterdam, Milan, Frankfurt, Mexico City, Sao Paulo, Chicago, Kuala Lumpur, Madrid, Moscow, Jakarta, Brussels...
He felt the taste of culture in Times Square.
He had also appeared in Shanghai and traveled through its prosperity.
He had seen the world's financial center in London.
He had heard the mournful melodies of Vienna, the capital of world music, falling into H'el's hands.
The city that never sleeps, the city of love, the city of art and history on the banks of the Seine River - Paris.
Each city had its unique flavor and style.
The charm accumulated over tens, hundreds, or thousands of years filled H'el with hopeful expectations for the future Kryptonian civilization on New Krypton, created by his own hand.
At the same time, H'el was extremely disappointed in Earth's humanity.
Nearly ninety-five percent of Earth's inhabitants, without resistance, all became the new mayors of their cities. They collectively used the excuse of maintaining urban order to harm their own compatriots in order to demonstrate their abilities and loyalty to Dawn and H'el.
They could have imprisoned this group of resistance fighters and kept the last ounce of compassion. H'el didn't mind that. But they didn't.
They showed no mercy to their fellow beings.
They were even more ruthless and bloodthirsty than H'el.
At the same time, at the very bottom, many people were cheering, excitedly welcoming H'el's arrival and disrupting this world of human oppression.
And what had H'el done?
H'el simply gave them ten thousand new coins, ensuring they had food to eat and wouldn't go hungry; providing them with a place to live, sparing them a lifetime of labor to pay off a mortgage; giving every one of them the opportunity to learn and discover the truth about the world; offering them a chance to choose who they wanted to become.
He made them equal.
It was only this, but it made them fervently worship H'el, elevating him to the status of a God.
H'el didn't feel joy in this.
Instead, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when he realized that the countless lower-class citizens of New Krypton, the very people who built this new civilization, had forgotten their true origins. They had turned to worship an outsider because of ten thousand new coins, some food, housing, education, and fairness that he had bestowed upon them. This realization weighed heavily on H'el's heart.
They were beginning to forget why humanity had survived on Earth for so long.
H'el sighed and felt a stronger urge to perfect the thought imprint.
Not to control the future of his people, not to demand eternal loyalty, but to etch into their hearts:
"Why are you here?"
"You are here because of me, H'el."
"Remember this, engrave it in your souls!"
"When you kneel at the feet of the divine, do not forget that I, H'el, am your creator."
"It should be your honor, your pride, your glory, to proclaim my name, even in death: H'el!"
In comparison, H'el had a favorable view of humanity's self-rescue heroes.
Though they might transform from heroes into villains, in this moment, H'el saw a glimmer of their brilliance.
In the next moment, H'el disappeared while walking through a city in Provence, reappearing in the conference room of the President Wilson Hotel, hidden from sight, silently listening to their brilliant plan to deal with him.
"Even though you still have a scientific team, so what? Your superpower is just invisibility."
"Heh, don't underestimate invisibility. I can vanish from others' sight."
"I can be invisible to heat detection, electromagnetic reactions, particle collisions, and even in your minds. I can transform into Schrödinger's cat, appearing or disappearing as I wish. At this point, I can become a quantum state, make myself invisible in your eyes, your memories, your physical reality, at the micro-particle level, in three dimensions, dive into higher dimensions, enter the fourth dimension, disappear through time, make even Him invisible in your eyes, from the electromagnetic field, from the micro-particles, from the third dimension, entangle Him in quantum states."
This theory is quite fantastical.
But earlier, there was a more fantastical Molecular Man who might have already become a micro-particle, establishing a micro-civilization, so people couldn't really say he was wrong.
People even began discussing the possibility of implementing it.
Jupiter rubbed his temples with her right hand, feeling a growing headache. From this guy's theory, it seemed like his own power was the most powerful.
However, reality was often disappointing.
"Alright, the commandeering of the scientific teams is a fact. He wants us to research superhuman abilities and collect data. If you have spare time, visit the Superhuman Medical City in Anchorage. Dr. Cery is His most loyal lapdog. Perhaps we can make a breakthrough from that side."
A mocking smile crossed Jupiter's beautiful face.
Towards this biomedical doctor who could converse with a deity, the moment Jupiter laid eyes on her, her heart was filled with a volcano-like murderous intent lurking in the depths of the ocean.
"Disperse, I still need to prepare the coronation ceremony for Him."
Jupiter's figure disappeared in an instant, teleporting away to work.
The remaining people exchanged puzzled glances.
H'el, invisible in the background, watched the entire meeting. Their resistance was dwindling, and they were becoming helpless.
If he had given them scientific teams and equipment, with their intelligence and research capabilities, they might have stood a chance against him.
But sadly, the ship's energy was his primary objective.
H'el shook his head, feeling a sense of missed opportunity.
*Buzz...*
An invisible subsonic wave suddenly emanated from the Pacific Ocean.
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