[Comprehensive] The daily life of raising children with the mortal enemy

God never existed.

Lex prostrated himself on the ground, the thick colors of the night reflected into the hall through the window glass, his father's whipping fell on his still young and immature back, too young to bear the whipping, but he was already used to it.

Lex just stared at the night outside the window, and could see a little bit of starlight in the night. God never existed, and this was the only truth he saw.

Why else had God never rescued him from his father's whip when it fell on his back and crackled like hell?Why never strangled his father, who whipped him for unknown reasons, into hell?

God doesn't exist, just like hell.

Lex's eyes were fierce, and there were welts on his half-open back. He prostrated himself on the ground, his fingers tightly clenched on the Persian carpet. This time he was punished for some reason, maybe there was no reason.His father would never tell him why he beat him before beating him, because this is not an education, and there is no need for a reason for beating.Maybe it's just because Dad enjoys whipping him.

A stronger whip landed on Lex's back, and he felt a burning pain in his back, and his bones were about to break. This one may be because he didn't scream loud enough-in fact, he didn't let out a whimper at all. This is a disregard for the power of the ravager, which greatly reduces the significance of the ravager's action.Lex quickly confirmed this idea.

His father grabbed Lex's slightly too long brown-blonde curly hair, which forced Lex to tilt his head back, and as his father pressed his shoulders, he faced his father, and he could see his father's hands. The calfskin whip in his hand, the madness in his father's eyes, and.

Lex looked past his father at the famous painting on the wall.Angels descend from the sky, and demons emerge from hell. The angels and demons each hold a halberd, tearing apart the confrontation in darkness.

"Who gave you life, who gave you a good life, you little devil who is ungrateful! In this world, there is one thing, even one! Is there anything you can do well?!" Father Pulling on the collar of Lex's nightgown, he said hoarsely, enough vodka had confused him so much that he didn't even know what he was talking about.

With his hands on the ground, Lex turned his gaze back from the famous painting and looked straight at his father.

"One day, I will kill you, father, and I will do it right, trust me."

The brown-blonde curly hair was cut to the ground by the scissors two or three times, and fell all over the ground. Lex looked at the ground, which was the price of a small mistake he made.

But it's no big deal, Lex is locked in.

When Lex came out, he took back everything that belonged to him, Lex Group, Metropolis, and the world.

It didn't take him too long, so nothing much has changed.

Except, well, he has to admit he's been wearing a wig for a while.

But soon, life returned to normal and the world was back under his control.

Clark Kent, the only unstable factor outside his control.

"Sir, today is that day." The assistant, dressed like an emotionless robot, said to Lex, holding a thick stack of official documents.

"Ha," Lex clapped his hands while sitting on the desk, and happily took out a cherry-flavored storm fruit from the glass jar on the desk, peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth, "Good job, Is it finally here?"

Lex was excited in his heart, but he made himself seem less concerned, as if he was dealing with something that could be postponed at any time, he just sat on the desk first, dangling his legs, looking at the scenery outside the Lex Group, tasting Sweetened with sugar.

Lex got off the desk, walked around the CEO's office a few times, and said to the assistant, "Do you know what's missing here?"

"Sorry, what's missing?" the assistant asked dutifully.

Lex gestured to the height of the wall behind his seat with his finger, "A painting."

Lex glanced at the time, walked out of the CEO's office, and said to the assistant: "Remind me, should I bring some presents?"

"Anything except kryptonite," the assistant reminded Lex.

"You're right, I can make a detour to the gift shop on the way there." Lex rubbed his hands, his voice was a little unstable and too fast due to excitement.

Lex walked into his scientific research base, passed a series of checkpoints with the highest authority, and stepped into the palace where life was born.

"Everything is ready, sir," the supervisor held the tablet in his hand, and showed Lex a list of data, "he has grown up, all the knowledge has been input into his mind, now just..."

"I'm here to give him real life." Lex interrupted the supervisor and walked towards the middle road.

Lex's hand stroked the biochemical glass, looking at the young man in the training cabin, his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

"Oh, Krypton, human, boy," Lex said with a smile, breathing in the beauty of life, closing his eyes, feeling the imminent birth of a newborn, and then he pressed the activation button on the side of the training cabin.

Then the door of the cultivation cabin opened, and the culture solution atomized and overflowed the cultivation cabin, and the boy in the cabin opened his blue star-like vivid eyes.

"Who are you?" The young man was still leaning on the training cabin, looking at the man in white with curly brown hair and said.

Lex's smile became more and more obvious on the corners of his lips, and he stretched out his hand to the boy: "I am your father, Lex Luthor, and you are my son, Connor Kent."

Connor was puzzled for a moment. This was his first time facing the real world, and it took a while to adapt to the world knowledge input into his brain.

"Come here." Lex tilted his head slightly to Conte, motioning for him to hold his hand, and walked out of the training cabin, "I am the one who gave you life, your father, the only person you should protect in this world .”

Connor instinctively stretched out his hand to Lex's hand, grabbed Lex's hand, and walked out of the training cabin, "Father?"

"Yes, yes," Lex happily welcomed Connor into his world, "This is a gift for you, do you like it?"

Connor looked at the gift Lex put into his palm, trying to discern what it was.

Lex took a step back, admiring the way Connor was holding his gift in his palm, it was inspired by Doomsday, it was a failure, but Connor was an absolute success.

Connor Kent, a man with half his genes and half Clark's, his son.

Lex looked at Connor with joy, now, he is a father.

This will be his new life, this will be the end of Superman.