章節 1: ### Chapter 1: The Awakening on Krypton
The last thing I remembered was pain—excruciating, soul-wrenching pain. My body felt like it was being torn apart, the sensation of bones snapping and flesh ripping as though some dark force was consuming me from the inside out. It was a struggle for every breath, each gasp a battle against an overwhelming pressure.
And then... nothing.
Darkness. Silence.
I had no idea how long I was unconscious, but eventually, awareness began to creep back into my mind. The feeling of gravity beneath me. The taste of the air. I blinked, trying to adjust to my surroundings, but everything was off—strange, alien, and unnervingly silent. The sensation of my body was different too. I reached up instinctively to touch my face, but when I did, my hands froze in place. The skin—no, the material of my hand—wasn't human anymore.
It was gray.
And smooth.
Almost metallic.
I stood up, my limbs moving with a fluidity that felt far beyond what I had ever known. I felt... stronger. Faster. My chest heaved as I took in the surroundings. This wasn't Earth—this wasn't even the world I remembered.
Krypton.
The name hit me like a punch to the gut. I tried to recall the details of the planet, the people, the history. A cold, dead world on the brink of destruction. A place where one of my former selves had perished. But it wasn't just memories of Krypton that came flooding back—it was something else.
Something darker.
Something primal.
Suddenly, it hit me—the creature, the beast that had haunted the nightmares of Krypton. **Doomsday.**
My mind raced, piecing together the fragments of my transformation. I had died, hadn't I? Or at least, I had been on the brink. But now... I was no longer the person I had been. The being that had taken root inside me was Kryptonian... and it was Doomsday. The creature whose sole purpose was to destroy. A killing machine. A force of chaos. And somehow, I was its vessel.
But something was different.
I could *feel* it. The power within me was undeniable, but it wasn't the uncontrollable wrath that Doomsday was known for. No, I could feel it now, clearer than ever—I *could* control it. The strength that surged through my muscles, the raw energy crackling beneath my skin, it was all mine to command. I could hold back the destruction. I could focus the power and shape it to my will.
I wasn't a slave to the beast. I was its master.
I took a deep breath, testing my new body. Every fiber of my being seemed to hum with potential. I could feel the atmospheric pressure of Krypton against my skin, but it didn't weigh me down. The yellow sun of this alien world bathed me in its radiation, and I could sense the energy coursing through me, enhancing my already immense strength. I felt a surge of invulnerability; the power to reshape my environment was at my fingertips.
But there was something else—something I couldn't yet name, lingering in the back of my mind.
I could *feel* the remnants of my former life—Kale, a name that had once been my own. I had been a scientist, a dreamer, a person who sought to unravel the mysteries of the universe. In my past life, my greatest accomplishments were intellectual, not physical. I had never been a warrior, nor had I ever wanted to be. But now... now I was something else.
I was not a mindless force of destruction, nor was I just Kryptonian. I was the fusion of two worlds—of intellect and raw, primal power.
I closed my eyes, trying to center myself. My thoughts were scattered. How had this happened? How had I come to be this? My hands clenched into fists, and I felt the pulse of raw power beneath my skin. It felt... good. But it was dangerous, too. I couldn't afford to let it consume me.
**Control.** That was the key. I had to control the power.
I opened my eyes and focused. A massive stone slab lay ahead of me, half-buried in the red dust of Krypton's dying surface. With a single thought, I reached out with my will, and the stone obeyed. It moved effortlessly, lifted from the ground and held in the air by my command. I could feel the immense weight of it, the force required to move it, but it didn't overwhelm me. I was in control.
I allowed the stone to float for a moment before gently placing it back on the ground.
This was my power. Not mindless destruction. Not rage. **Control.** I could wield it however I chose.
But the question remained: What was I supposed to do with this power?
As I stood there contemplating my next move, I felt a presence approaching. A flicker in the air—something that wasn't quite right. A voice, familiar and yet distant, echoed in my mind.
"You are here, at last."
The voice had weight to it, a sense of authority that could not be ignored. I turned toward it, expecting to see an image, but instead, a hologram began to materialize before me. The projection flickered before solidifying into the familiar face of **Jor-El**, the father of Kal-El, and my true biological progenitor. His expression was unreadable, his eyes sharp with intelligence and sadness.
"Father?" I asked, my voice betraying the uncertainty I felt inside.
"Yes, my son," Jor-El replied, his voice carrying an emotion that was almost too distant to place. "You have awakened, as I knew you would."
"But... how? What am I?" I stammered, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. "What have I become?"
Jor-El's holographic image shifted slightly as if he was about to deliver bad news. "You are the result of an experiment—a combination of the genetic heritage of Krypton and the destructive force of Doomsday. But unlike the mindless monster of legend, you were engineered to have control. The power within you is a gift, but it is also a burden. It is the power of Krypton, combined with the destructive might of Doomsday. You were created to be the ultimate weapon."
A weapon.
I couldn't shake the taste of the word. I was created to be a weapon. But as I stood there, surrounded by the desolate ruins of Krypton, I didn't feel like a tool of destruction. I felt... more than that. I was more than just a weapon.
Jor-El's image watched me carefully, as though gauging my reaction. "You have the power to destroy, my son, but you also have the power to protect. The choice is yours."
The weight of those words hung heavy in the air. Destroy or protect. What did I want to be? A force of nature, a living weapon like Doomsday—or something more? My mind swirled with possibilities. My destiny was open-ended, but the responsibility was immense.
"You are no longer just the sum of your parts," Jor-El continued, his voice steady. "You are your own person, and your choices will shape the future. You can choose to be the protector Krypton never had, or you can become the harbinger of its ultimate destruction. But remember this: The power you wield is unlike anything the universe has ever seen. The temptation to use it recklessly is great, but only through restraint and wisdom will you be able to achieve your true purpose."
I nodded slowly, my mind still racing with the magnitude of what Jor-El had revealed. But one thing was clear: I had control. Not just of my powers, but of my fate.
"I understand," I said, feeling a deep sense of clarity. "I won't be the monster they feared. I'll control this power. I'll choose my own path."
Jor-El's hologram nodded once, his expression softening ever so slightly. "Then you have made the right choice, my son."
As the image of Jor-El flickered out of existence, I was left standing alone in the ruins of Krypton. My mind was filled with the weight of my new reality. The power of Doomsday, the legacy of Krypton, all bound together in me. It was mine to wield.
I was in control.
And with that control, I would determine the future.
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