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Chapter 127 Two Supermen, Double Happiness (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket)

The cheers in the stadium roared like waves, rising one after another, but each level was higher than the last.

The football players who had just been trying their best dropped the game and left the field, came to the edge of the field, and cheered Superman's name with the audience.

The reporters pointed their cameras directly at the sky. They had their cameras ready, waiting for Superman to land so they could rush up to interview him.

The two hosts who were commentating on the event also turned to explain how Superman saved the plane.

In an instant, the protagonist of the entire stadium became Superman falling from the sky with the space shuttle in his hands.

Everyone believed that Superman could create a miracle again. They held their breath and watched Superman's red cape getting closer and closer to them. When the tens of thousands of people in the stadium looked up, they could see the details of the space shuttle.

call!
Superman landed and gently placed the plane in his hand on the ground. The ground shook and a gust of wind instantly blew in all directions, making the clothes of people around the venue rustle and even making them eat dirt.

But instead of complaining, the audience around them became even more excited.

This is the endurance of us star-chasers!
The audience swarmed towards the stadium, with reporters leading the way. Some wanted to chase stars, some wanted to grab big news, and they all surrounded Superman, trying to get what they wanted from him.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, the big one is coming. If you get smashed into a pulp, don't blame me for not warning you."

A voice came from the sky, like a server-wide broadcast, reaching everyone's ears clearly and unmistakably.

They stopped and looked up, and saw a rocket falling straight down, like a pillar, crashing into the stadium, causing a small earthquake that shook the entire stadium like a newly built building block.

Those who rushed onto the grass lost their balance and fell to the ground.

It was only at this time that people saw that the person who placed the rocket on the stadium was actually a person.

Two supermen?

People were surprised at first and then delighted. Two supermen meant double the happiness. They would be safer in the future. How could they not be happy?

"We should go!"

Superman smiled and waved at the crowd rushing towards him, grabbed Martin's arm, and was about to fly away.

After saving the people, the only thing he wanted now was to have a good talk with Martin about Krypton.

Superman: I can't wait.

"Don't worry, everyone in the metropolitan city is so enthusiastic, it would look bad if we were too cold!"

"We have prevented such a big disaster. Even if we don't need material rewards, it would be great to hear spiritual encouragement."

Martin flew in the air and waved to the people who gathered around him.

Superman dragged Martin down and said distressedly: "I've seen this kind of scene many times. Everyone's enthusiasm is both a good thing and a bad thing. Once we are surrounded, we won't be able to leave."

Martin looked at the cameras and cameras that the reporters were bringing with them, and then he saw the boys and girls wearing Superman shirts and shouting the name "Superman" loudly, and he nodded repeatedly.

"You're right, we can't get involved with crazy groupies. Let's go."

No matter how good a thing is, once it is associated with the word "fan circle", it will immediately become smelly.

Martin doesn't want to be deified and become a puppet who can do nothing.

"Go quickly, go quickly!"

Martin got anxious, and suddenly he started pulling Superman away.

The two people flew straight into the sky and disappeared without a trace in a moment.

The Superman fans in the stadium and the reporters who wanted to make a big news out of Superman all sighed and regretted that they did not seize this opportunity.

At this time, Martin and Superman had already flown to a high-rise building several blocks away from the city.

Martin sat on the edge of the building, his legs dangling.

"Martin, which family are you from? How did you survive the destruction of Krypton? Why did you show up now?"

Superman's mouth was like a machine gun, firing off a series of questions in an instant.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Martin quickly gestured, interrupting Superman's endless questions.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be impatient. Give me some time to talk, and I'll answer your questions one by one, OK?"

Superman instantly became quiet, his mouth tightly shut, sitting next to him, staring at Martin, like a dog waiting to be fed by its owner. Martin began to brainstorm, he had not yet determined his identity today, but he still knew something about Krypton.

Krypton was once a cosmic empire that colonized countless planets, but no one knew when or why, the Kryptonians stopped colonizing outward, retreated to their home planet, and lived their lives relying on high technology.

The Kryptonian society is longitudinally sliced. Long ago, they gave up the natural method of childbirth and turned to genetic breeding to create newborns.

Every baby is genetically programmed at birth to determine the career they will pursue in their future life.

The Kryptonians called their breeding technology "the starting point of an efficient life", but in Martin's eyes it was nothing more than a variant of the racial system, even worse than the caste system.

The caste system on Earth is nothing more than an economic and social oppression of people, while Krypton's breeding technology directly kills the Kryptonians' power to freely choose their future.

After thousands of years of peace and tranquility, the increasingly rigid Krypton finally met its doom.

Long-term energy extraction from the earth's core will cause changes in Krypton's core, which will turn Krypton into dust in the universe.

The Kryptonians had an impulse built into their genes to return to Krypton. Faced with such a crisis, no one proposed changing the plan, and no one suggested seeking refuge in other colonies.

A civilization capable of interstellar travel just sits there and waits to die.

Although Superman's parents gave birth to their baby through natural childbirth, they themselves were unable to overcome genetic limitations.

In the end, Superman was sent to Earth, his father died at the hands of his good friend Zod, and his mother turned to ashes along with Krypton.

"I'm not actually from Krypton."

Martin looked at Superman's pitiful appearance like a dog being mended and lost the desire to tease him. He explained his situation to Superman truthfully.

Superman was startled, the surprised expression on his face disappeared instantly, and his body hunched slightly, like a puppy whose ears fell off due to excitement.

But Superman is Superman after all. Even though he was deceived by Martin, he did not get angry, but just felt a little disappointed.

He became a human again, an alien living in human society.

Although the Martin in front of him was even more bizarre than his identity, Superman didn't find any similarities with him.

"I just became Superman Martin today. I don't know whether this identity is related to Kryptonians. It would be great if I had green kryptonite. I can test it out right away."

Seeing that Superman was in a low mood, Martin deliberately brought up these things that no one knew.

"Kryptonite? You mean those weird colored rocks?"

Hearing Martin's words, Superman took a few deep breaths and cheered himself up.

"I asked my friends to check all over the world, and there is no such substance on Earth. Where did you find it?"

Martin looked at Superman in surprise.

"Near my hometown, according to my father, many meteorites fell around the town on the day my spaceship crashed. But when I was in elementary school, those stones disappeared, and no one knew where they went."

"It's good that they disappeared. Those stones are fragments of Krypton. When the planet was destroyed, they were rapidly transformed and gained the ability to attack Kryptonians."

Martin gave a detailed account of the effects of several different colors of kryptonite on Kryptonians, which made Superman marvel repeatedly, and then finally become depressed.

"You, a human on Earth, know more about Krypton than I do. Sometimes I really don't know what my identity is."

"The word human doesn't describe me."

Martin felt that Superman's struggle was unnecessary, so he changed the subject.

Superman realized belatedly and said, "Look at my brain. I just let you comfort me. I even forgot to introduce myself."

"My human name is Clark Kent and my Kryptonian name is Kal-El!"

Martin took Clark's outstretched hand: "Nice to meet you, Clark!"

"Nice to meet you too, Martin!"

Clark also held Martin's hand and shook it vigorously a few times.

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