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Clark looked up and his eyes met Jonathan's.

"How should I trust you?"

His voice was very soft, but it was particularly clear in the afterglow of the setting sun.

With a hint of bitterness on his lips, he continued.

“If I hand you the Codex of Life, who can guarantee that you won’t… do something with these unlocked potentials?

Harm the people on Earth, or..."

Clark's voice trailed off.

"Executing some larger conspiracy none of us know about."

He shifted slightly, trying to find a more stable position in his weakness.

Even in this state, the belief that was instilled in him since childhood was still firmly rooted in the depths of his soul——

Protect the planet that gave him a second life.

Clark's back remained straight.

As long as he has breath left, he will not give up his responsibility of protection.

Do you have to be so vigilant, my friend? I look harmless, do I look like a bad guy?

When Jonathan heard this, a helpless smile appeared on his face.

He walked slowly to Clark, his mouth twitching:

"Dude, if I really had some evil plan, why wouldn't I just kill you right now? Do you think I have lots of free time?"

"If you think that way, I can take the Code of Life out of your body alive, painlessly."

Halfway through his speech, he squatted down and looked at Clark at eye level:

"But I didn't do that, did I?"

Jonathan stood up.

"Clark, I understand your concerns... but sometimes, the most dangerous are not those who seek freedom, but those who maintain the shackles."

"I just want a chance to choose my own destiny, that's all."

Clark stared at Jonathan's back and for the first time began to waver in his belief.

He remembered the confusion he felt when he was adopted by his adoptive parents, the fear he felt when he first discovered his superpowers, and the countless nights he spent struggling between his human and Kryptonian identities.

Perhaps, Jonathan's pain is exactly what he experienced in the past.

A breeze blew across the space between them, picking up a few dead leaves.

At this time, Clark's inner balance was constantly swinging, and finally, he made a decision.

"The Code of Life..."

Clark took a deep breath, the guard in his voice fading slightly.

"Although I don't know how to use it, I can give it to you..."

He paused for a moment and added:

"However, this must be done under my supervision."

Damn it... I've worked so hard for this sentence.

Hearing this, Jonathan's face finally broke into a kind smile like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Very good...but no rush."

"This transformation process needs to be carried out on the Kryptonian spacecraft. There will be professional personnel in charge at that time. You don't have to worry. Now is not the right time."

Clark nodded slightly, and his tense body began to relax.

Jonathan looked at him, a slight smile on his face.

"You see, that's right... Fighting and killing will hurt the harmony to some extent."

"Come, I'll give you some oxygen."

As he spoke, he reached out and peeled off the Kryptonian respirator mask from Clark's face.

This fellow...why does he seem to be asking for a beating?

Putting aside the thought of complaining about Jonathan, fresh air instantly rushed into Clark's lungs.

At this time, the suffocating feeling in the throat finally began to subside.

Clark breathed in and out, and as a warm current surged through his body, his strength and power were slowly returning from his weakness.

at the same time.

In the reception room of Wayne Manor in Gotham City.

The flames in the fireplace were reflected in Bruce Wayne's deep eyes, and the flickering flames added a touch of softness to his resolute face.

He put down the exquisite bone china coffee cup in his hand, frowning:

"So...what Jonathan said is true?"

Diana sat on the leather sofa opposite, sipping her coffee elegantly.

Hearing this question, she raised her eyebrows slightly:

"Are you talking about Darkseid?"

She put down the cup and her eyes became profound.

“In the history records of our Amazon tribe, there is indeed such a war between the old gods.

Darkseid does exist, he is not just some myth, we united and defeated him and the Apocalypse Legion at that time..."

As she spoke, she looked towards Bruce with a hint of curiosity.

"But I'm very interested in what Jonathan told you."

Bruce's eyes became sharper:

"Does your clan have something called a 'Mother Box' that is kept in secret?"

This question obviously triggered a memory in Diana.

After thinking for a moment, she slowly spoke:

"That's true. But..."

There was a hint of regret in her voice.

"I don't know where the Mother Box is stored. Only my mother Hippolyta knows this secret."

Bruce raised his head sharply and drank the remaining coffee in the cup.

Then he stood up and began to pace back and forth in front of the fireplace, muttering to himself:

"One is on Paradise Island, one is in Atlantis, and one is in the hands of humans themselves... Everything matches up..."

Suddenly, he stopped and turned to face Diana, with a gleam of brilliance in his eyes:

"By the way, Diana, do you know where Atlantis is?"

Diana shrugged gracefully, her long fingers caressing the rim of her coffee cup, the firelight dancing on her bronze skin.

"In fact, there has always been a big conflict between our two tribes, and this conflict is difficult to reconcile."

There was a hint of helplessness in her tone.

"Atlantis has probably migrated to unknown waters. At least I haven't seen them show up in all these years."

"However, regarding the Mother Box in the hands of humans."

She looked at Bruce meaningfully.

"You may be able to find it through your channels. After all..."

The corners of her mouth raised slightly.

"As Batman, your intelligence network is not in vain."

The scene changes.

Several light years away, deep in the universe, the huge Kryptonian spaceship silently floats in the boundless space, like a dormant giant beast.

Looking through the porthole, the dark universe is filled with twinkling stars.

In the main control room, General Zod's figure was faintly visible in the faint blue light projected by the holographic star map.

His furrowed brows and slightly pursed lips revealed his inner anxiety.

In the holographic projection, the familiar blue silhouette of the earth keeps rotating.

The communicator from Jonathan seemed to have stopped uploading in the past two days, and there was no sound.

This abnormal silence gave Zod a strange premonition.

"General Zod, energy replenishment has been completed."

Just then, a young technical officer came to Zod.

He stood straight, his voice full of respect and unconcealed excitement.

"The fuel is sufficient, and the space jump system has been debugged and can be started at any time."

After he finished speaking, a glimmer of anticipation flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen the dawn of a new home.

Zod turned slowly, his eyes roaming over the bridge like a hawk.

The blue light flowed across his angular face, making his expression even more profound.

The people on the bridge were doing their own jobs, their fingers moving quickly on the consoles, but they couldn't hide the anxiety in their eyes and brows.

Some people frequently looked at the starry sky outside the porthole, some people unconsciously stroked the Krypton badge on their chest, and some people sighed quietly in between work.

Zod saw all these subtle movements. He knew his people too well.

After decades of interstellar wandering, this spaceship has become both their shelter and their prison.

The same desire burns in everyone's heart:

Find a place you can truly call home.