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Thinking of this, Clark raised his head with difficulty, his eyes full of vigilance and alertness.

Although his body was still suppressed by the unknown gas, his eyes were always fixed on the strange "compatriot" in front of him.

The rise and fall of the chest affects the muscles of the entire body.

Even in this weakened state, Clark was still trying to stay awake.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, leaving spots of water on the rock surface.

His fingers scratched unconsciously at the rock beneath him, but he didn't have the strength to even leave a mark on the hard surface.

"I didn't expect you to encounter something so completely restrained."

Jonathan said leisurely, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

He walked slowly to Clark's side and looked at him. The sunlight shone from behind him, casting a long shadow on the ground, just covering Clark's upper body.

"In fact, I might as well tell you,"

Jonathan continued, his voice filled with nonchalant honesty.

"We Kryptonians will be restrained when we come into contact with Kryptonian substances. Whether it is Kryptonian gas or stone, it can make us feel weak."

Jonathan didn't think there was anything wrong with this weakness.

He already has a great liking for Dachao, so if he encounters a targeted environment in the future, he will be more vigilant.

At least don't let the master find an opportunity to attack your weakness and fight you again.

Hearing this, Clark's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his hoarse voice was weak:

"Why are you telling me this?"

Every word he uttered seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing an undisguised defensiveness.

After all, his Kryptonian father's description of General Zod was a bit exaggerated.

So, for Clark, even if Jonathan is a pioneer, as long as he is under Zod's command, he is definitely not a good person.

Jonathan chuckled when he heard this. He leaned forward slightly and looked at Clark at eye level:

"Prove that I have no ill intentions."

"If I had any ill intentions towards you, I would have knocked you out and carried you back to the Kryptonian spaceship. I wouldn't be sitting here talking nonsense with a grown man like you."

“I’m very straight.”

At this point, he suddenly looked at the watch on his wrist, and his tone became strange:

"My buddy's girlfriend is waiting for me to pick her up from get off work for dinner."

No...then why didn’t you say it earlier?

Do we have to fight?

Clark stood there in a daze, unable to tell for a moment whether the other party was playing a trick on him or was telling the truth.

Clark struggled to support his weak body and forced himself to stay awake.

"So, what is your goal? Your goal is the same as Zod's, isn't it?"

"That's true, I did come here for the Codex of Life..."

Wonderful...it's time to show off the character again.

The Oscar-winning actor quickly took over, and Jonathan's eyes instantly became deep, as if he was looking at some distant place.

"But I'm only doing this for myself."

There was an indescribable determination in his tone.

Not you...

At that moment, Clark read a complex emotion in Jonathan's eyes that transcended the individual and race.

It is a subtle emotion between indifference and persistence.

This look made Clark's heart tremble, and he vaguely felt that things were far more complicated than they seemed.

Jonathan was a little excited about his acting, so he sat down next to the rock and looked past Clark to the rolling mountains in the distance.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a golden edge on his profile, making his expression even more complicated.

"Clark, do you know what the Kryptonian Life Code is?"

"It is a system that completely restricts a Kryptonian's fate from birth."

As he said this, Jonathan's fingers unconsciously ran across the surface of the rock, leaving a few shallow marks.

Clark listened weakly, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

He felt the strength in his body slowly returning, but his breathing was still rapid, but his attention was completely attracted by Jonathan's words.

Jonathan seemed to have a flashback of a scene from his past life when he was watching TikTok and saw a little kid closing his eyes and shouting "Ah! General! General" in grief.

He put himself into the little brat's movie star's emotions and continued to explain, with even a hint of pain in his voice.

“On Krypton, the moment every newborn is born, their life has been precisely set and planned.

Your career, social status, ability limit, and even the resources you can access are all calculated and limited in advance."

When he said this, a wry smile appeared on his face.

"This is what is called a 'perfect society.'"

Very good...keep it up!

“Like me, from the moment I was born, I was programmed to be a senior miner.

My life trajectory is almost fixed, with no possibility of change.”

There was a hint of sarcasm in Jonathan's voice and a flash of anger that was hard to conceal in his eyes.

"The precise technology that we Kryptonians are so proud of is actually the cruelest kind of life shackles."

As he spoke, he stood up, turned his back to Clark, and looked up at the darkening sky as the last rays of the setting sun faded.

There was an indescribable feeling of depression in the air.

Clark silently digested this information and vaguely understood why Jonathan had such a strong obsession.

It is not only a desire for freedom, but also a rebellion against the entire system.

Clark struggled to straighten his body.

"Then why do you do this?"

"Pedantic control."

“By accurately setting the life trajectory of each individual, Krypton can achieve the most perfect social management.

Everyone is in their assigned position and will not have any thoughts of deviating or rebelling. "

"If you were in power... would you be happy?"

Suddenly, Jonathan turned to face Clark.

"But you are different. The Life Code in you is extremely incomplete, which means you have the potential to break this setting."

"You may not even realize what this means."

Clark felt the burning gaze in the other person's eyes and asked weakly:

"So, it is you who wants my Life Code?"

"I think I have told you my purpose very frankly..."

Jonathan spread his hands.

"The reason why I didn't rob you by force, but chose to talk to you in this way, is also a kind of respect for you."

Clark stared at Jonathan and suddenly realized that the person in front of him was more like a mirror.

This mirror shows the dark side beneath the glamorous appearance of Kryptonian civilization, and also reflects the fate that one may face.

If he had not come to Earth that year, he might have become an established cog in that perfect society.