A red beam of light shot up from the ground, capturing everyone's attention. It represented support for Lady Nimda, and the first person to press the red button was Nimda herself. She didn't hesitate for a moment; she firmly pressed the red button. Nimda was beginning to realize that these parasites attached to the El family were starting to turn against her.
Director Wilf, who had been elected by the El family for the Kandor City Housing Bureau, and Deputy Mayor Dolph-El, who had been exchanged for, had betrayed the El family.
Nimda, with her disheveled hair, wide-open eyes filled with bloodshot veins, and none of her former refined appearance, shouted hoarsely, "You must choose to restore the Krypton Council system! In the history of Krypton, tyrants like Norm-An, Brad-Eck, and Warlord Uss-Or, driven by their own desires, almost led Krypton into ruin. The history they left in the textbooks is the most profound lesson.
When one person holds absolute power, it marks the beginning of their unrestrained rule. Power needs checks and balances. Those who advocate for monarchy will be treated like cattle and horses."
Nimda's voice was almost cracking, and she stared with bloodshot eyes, raising her chin high as she passionately explained the truth to them. In her heart, she couldn't directly call on the El family's vassals to support her anymore. She was certain that if she were rejected one more time, the El family would disintegrate, and all their past honors would be destroyed. She didn't want to become the El family's downfall. The El family couldn't lose its honor.
The Kryptonians in the square looked at Nimda in silence. Their homeland, Krypton, was something they couldn't easily abandon. If possible, they would still hope to maintain the original Krypton.
"If we restore the Krypton Council system, who will govern us?" someone in the square suddenly asked, expressing their last bit of attachment to Krypton.
"Of course, it will be managed by the upper-class people," Nimda replied without hesitation. For her, it was normal for the experienced upper-class Kryptonians to continue managing. It would uphold the honor and privilege of the El family and allow them to maintain control over the 7 million people in Kandor City while working together to establish the new Krypton. What was there to doubt? It had always been this way.
A sharp 'snap.'
A heavy sound accompanied by furious clapping landed on the blue button. A blue beam of light emerged from beneath the clapper.
"Let the old Krypton die!" The questioner's face was filled with anger, and their palms turned red from the force of the slamming. Their chest heaved with emotion, and their eyes revealed both anger and sorrow.
Krypton was truly beyond saving. With the same upper-class individuals leading the Krypton Council, what would change? Nimda was a disappointment. She had never been oppressed, never fallen from the circle of the upper class. She had always lived a life of luxury and wealth, unable to understand the difficulties of being a lower-class person, belittled by the upper class.
A series of blue beams of light began to rise on various squares. The pale blue beams, as they continued to rise one by one, seemed to create a vivid ocean world at this moment.
"What's the difference between this and Krypton?" Hearing Nimda's words, everyone finally understood. Nimda wasn't speaking for the 7 million people of Kandor City; she was striving to maintain the El family's supremacy and the power of the upper class.
"I choose the God H'el. He has been saving us on Krypton since forever. He formed the Reform Army, cloned Krypton's upper echelon, all with the actions of saving Krypton. In contrast, the El family has stopped countless times the passionate individuals trying to save Krypton. Jor-El is the biggest traitor to Krypton, exiling H'el, capturing Zod, stealing the Codex, and letting his own son escape alone.
Comparatively, H'el, who was exiled into the stars, never forgot about us. He came back to the ruins of Krypton to save us. I have seen his actions, felt the beating of my heart as we were saved. I am willing to believe in H'el, willing to believe in the God who will save us. I am willing to be under his command and help him establish the new Krypton."
Dr. Shaad stood with a solemn face, his gaze full of emotion and determination as he pressed the blue button. This press was like abandoning the decayed Krypton and stepping into a new era, giving people a profound sense of an epic.
The pale blue beam rose from beneath him, enveloping him. Many Kryptonians nodded, and countless pale blue beams continued to rise, painting the sky as if it were a vast blue ocean.
Nimda's vision blurred as she saw the sea of blue beams around her. She felt like she was sinking into the depths of the ocean, surrounded by a suffocating feeling that made it hard to breathe.
"No!!! No!!! It's not like this! You damn lower-class people should be led by us, listen to us!"
"You don't listen, you don't listen!!!"
"My son is Jor-El, the greatest scientist, the hope of Krypton. The El family is the hope of Krypton!!"
Nimda suddenly spun around, and relentless, angry, and hateful gazes from all the squares converged on her. She couldn't accept the downfall of the El family, with disheveled hair, enraged eyes that seemed to breathe fire, wrinkled and grotesque facial features. She madly pushed away those around her, trying to seize the buttons, frantically shoving others and pressing down their red buttons.
After repeatedly pressing several of them, she became exhausted, panting heavily, sweat pouring down her back, her hair sticking to her sweat-soaked, grotesque wrinkles. She looked like a ragged hag.
But what made her most desperate was that the red button she had just pressed, with the red beam just starting to rise, was silently pressed back to blue by its original owner.
"No!!!!"
"You are being threatened, you damn beasts, lower-class people, vile scum..."
"Jor, where are you!!! Wawawawooohoooo—your mother is being bullied."
Nimda couldn't accept it. She sat sprawled on the ground, kicking her legs wildly, wailing and crying, screaming in despair.
She rolled around, devoid of the demeanor of an upper-class person.
If she still had her sanity, if she realized what she was doing, she would be ashamed beyond belief.
Now, she was crying and screaming uncontrollably, behaving abnormally. Sometimes she cursed the lower-class people as worse than pigs and dogs, and frantically looked for someone to fight, but she didn't have the strength to do it for long. Sometimes she proudly raised her head, adopting the haughty attitude of an upper-class person, looking down on everyone. She even mimicked Director Wilf's style, swaying her hips and singing songs praising the El family, feeling very proud of herself.
The square was silent, quietly watching her performance.
H'el hovered in the sky, his gaze indifferent as he looked down. The black "S" on his chest was faintly illuminated, and the dark golden light shimmered on the diamond border. His black cape fluttered behind him.
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On the square, steel cages emerged from the smooth ground, trapping the deranged Nimda-El inside. Slowly, they moved her beneath the ground, closing over a deep and dark chasm.
Many Kryptonians on the squares let out a sigh of relief.
Seeing members of the once-mighty El family reduced to madness, most felt that justice had been served. However, a portion of the crowd couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.
In the past, Krypton had been manipulated by the upper class, tightly controlled by these individuals who had turned the planet stagnant. Even as changes were detected in the planet's core, they remained complacent in their decadence and power.
The savior, who formed the Reform Army at the risk of his life and cloned Krypton's elites with the intention of reshaping the world, were banished into the starry void.
The selfish ones continued to maintain their rules, disregarding the planet itself, stealing Life Codex, and injecting them into their own offspring, allowing their children to escape Krypton.
How could the surviving Kryptonians not feel a sense of melancholy?
Their upper class, these people, had led them down this path, a path without hope.
Even now, among the 7 million inhabitants of Kandor City, there were still many descendants of these families inside.
H'el floated in the sky, his black cape billowing behind him. His gaze focused on a square where there were hardly any blue beams of light.
Apart from restoring the intelligence of Kryptonians in Kandor City, he had to restore them in various departments.
For example, the city's administrative structure, city law enforcement, and the military stationed in Kandor City, among others, were all categorized.
It could be almost confirmed that Kryptonians with the talent of a soldier were all on this square.
The crowd's attention shifted as well, following H'el's gaze towards this square.
General Taylor Wex, a thirty-year-old, was extraordinarily young. He was a member of the notorious Wex family and had slightly dark circles under his eyes. He had a somewhat shadowy and deep demeanor as he appeared before the crowd.
Understanding that H'el intended to establish a new Krypton, it was essential that he secured his own position and interests within the military.
"I represent the military forces stationed in Kandor City, and we are grateful for H'el's rescue of the seven million lives in Kandor City. However, until we receive specific orders, the military will not accept your command."
General Taylor Wex remained composed and deliberately made his voice sound strong and confident. His attitude exuded the demeanor of an upper-class individual—self-assured and calm with a faint smile, though beneath it lay a hint of disdain.
Kandor City had over twenty thousand enforcers and judges, roles permanently held by family descendants sent by Krypton's upper class.
In the military, power was even more directly monopolized. Generals, officers, and those with genetic talents related to the military were roles that common civilians could never hope to attain.
Nimda's downfall had indeed left a sense of sadness among them, but in the end, they would all seek greater privileges and power based on their positions. Otherwise, the 70,000 soldiers and 20,000 city enforcers controlled by them would not endorse H'el's idea of creating a new Krypton unless their interests were met.
To gain the allegiance of 7 million people, including the military and enforcers, General Taylor Wex wouldn't agree without concrete benefits and privileges.
"Oh, please, tell me, what answer are you seeking from me?" H'el suddenly chuckled.
He thought these family descendants would hide in the shadows and gradually vie for power and profit in the future. He didn't expect them to start competing for it now, wearing the badge of the military.
Indeed, they were truly the upper-class elites of Krypton. To be able to resolve this potential future problem all at once filled H'el with satisfaction and admiration. Perhaps, they truly believed they needed Kryptonian military forces.
"May I ask, H'el, what kind of planet is your New Krypton?" General Taylor Wex asked with a false smile, sincerely inquiring.
"A planet that accommodates millions of races from the universe," H'el responded without hesitation.
General Taylor Wex's eyes lit up slightly. "Where do Kryptonians stand on this planet?"
"What position do you desire?" H'el countered.
"Is it a planet where Kryptonians reign as the upper class?" General Taylor Wex inquired.
H'el gave him a sidelong glance.
Krypton was truly beyond saving.
Everyone seemed fixated on securing an upper-class position right from the start, laying the foundation for a system of dominance and power.
General Taylor Wex's questions ignited contemplation among the remaining Kryptonians.
If H'el could lead them to seize a new Kryptonian planet that could survive in the universe, spread the fame and honor of Krypton, and allow Kryptonians to rule over the myriad races of the universe, standing atop the cosmos, and reforge the reputation of Krypton—how marvelous that would be.
A large group of Kryptonians began to stir with thoughts of a brighter future.
"Let's see your abilities," H'el said indifferently, waiting for General Taylor Wex's reaction.
He was truly just an ordinary member of the Wex family with the genetic talents of a general, nothing outstanding.
H'el was disappointed in him. This was what the Wex family descendants with the talents of a general were like? It seemed they had managed countless relationships to attain their positions.
H'el could tolerate ambition in his subordinates, even aspirations to conquer the universe. But the most crucial factor was whether they possessed the ability to match their ambitions and if they truly understood themselves.
Clearly, General Taylor Wex had shown his shallowness and ignorance in just a few words. Seeing that he had eliminated the El family, he now wanted to establish his own position and interests.
General Taylor Wex contemplated this.
This wasn't what he had expected. H'el was a Kryptonian himself, yet he didn't intend to place Kryptonians directly in the upper class to manage everything? This left his own interests uncertain, without any promises or privileges, which he disliked.
"H'el, as long as you promise that the military under your command will have a position and decision-making power above everyone else, the military will become your unwavering supporters," General Taylor Wex shook his head, not approving of H'el's idea of assessing abilities.
Assess abilities? Kryptonians' talents were pre-determined by birth. All that mattered was assigning positions according to their talents. For example, he, at the young age of thirty, had taken on the role of a general solely because of his outstanding natural talents as a general, and the minuscule help from the Wex family behind him.
General Taylor Wex believed deep within that as long as a war broke out, with his innate talents as a general, he could surely win every battle and be unbeatable. After all, he was born to be a general.
There was no need to assess abilities.
"Kryptonians, are you afraid you can't match up to others in terms of abilities?" H'el said nonchalantly.
Kryptonians' controlled talents were, in fact, terrifyingly powerful. In specialized fields, they needed 99% sweat and 1% talent. Especially in the end, achieving the pinnacle required precisely that elusive 1% talent.
Kryptonians, on the other hand, always had that 1% talent within their specialized fields. The difference wasn't in the level of talent but in whether they worked hard enough to reach the point where talent had to make up the difference.
Moreover, not all talents would be fulfilled. For example, the same scientist talent differed tremendously between Jor-El and an ordinary scientist, with the upper and lower limits being as different as night and day.
"Kryptonians never fear competition!" a colossal man standing next to General Taylor Wex, towering at an astounding 2.5 meters, with muscles so terrifyingly solid that they bulged the military uniform, had a rugged face and a gaze that exuded unwavering determination.
He bypassed General Taylor Wex, pressed the blue button, knelt before H'el, and with a resounding voice, shouted:
"Kryptonians don't fear opponents; what they fear is a platform without competition."
"I, Kalu-Zod, am not satisfied with my current position and am willing to serve under you, H'el, to earn the position of a general through my military achievements!"
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