Hero, you have crossed [Comprehensive Yingmei]

'Mongrel' 'coward' 'dirty refugee', 'thief' 'liar' 'shameless slacker'.

This used to be Hernan's nickname.This voice grew up with Superman.

Until he couldn't take it anymore.

The brutal, greedy General Zod had stolen the baby's bloodline from Jor-El.His son, who should have been noble and powerful, came to this frail blue star with that small spaceship.This naturally proud boy was adopted by a pair of kind and simple Mexican immigrants, and became one of thousands of cheap laborers in rural America.

What does the so-called 'destiny' refer to?

Hernan, who was less than ten years old, was used to flying in the blue sky.At that time, he was not carefree. After all, it was not a pleasant thing for this unusual boy to see his parents working in the fields every day and struggling to survive.

But back then he also knew awe.His father is like his heaven.The down-to-earth, little Mexican, who spoke English with an accent, taught Hernan how to hide himself.

'Don't let them hurt you.Son, don't let them know - you're a different one. '

— but some things are like diamonds mixed into the sand.It cannot be hidden.

No one can stop a bird from flying, no one can stop a fish from swimming... Hernan's nature is the same.

Unfortunately, however.After the accident caused by Hernan that paralyzed his sister's lower body, this star, which instinctively illuminates the world, finally recognized its face.

Hernan was convinced that he was actually a demon, a monster.

Boys learn to hide then.

It's no longer about hiding his talent, it's about hiding his 'nature'.

He'd turned his back on tragedies within his powers, and he'd let those mortals who couldn't hold his finger call him a 'fool'.The darkness penetrated deep into his heart, and the waves of self-doubt nearly destroyed him.

However, the arrogance and anger inherited from Zod still did not let Hernan go.His first outburst came one summer night that year.A white supremacist's bottle hit the Kryptonian's head...it's actually pretty miraculous now because no one was even seriously injured that night.

But he also left home because of it.All the while he was a nuisance to his simple and kind family.He's a monster, he's the most 'different' one.

Then?Then he lives on the streets, witnessing the worst of the world and occasionally finding some light in it.

During this period, he deeply understood that some things, some things will never change.

It cannot be cured.

Discrimination, power, inherent class.No one really cares about other people's lives, no one really cares about the world.This might not be the worst of times yet.Maybe this place could be a little worse...

But the ridiculous thing is that even though Hernan hates this place so much, he still wants to blend in here - Hernan wants a hometown, and Hernan wants a home.He's a monster with no return, and he's not even human.

He doesn't belong anywhere.

...then he met Lucas.

It was a boy who was darker, more helpless, and more self-loathing than he was.Lucas is almost exactly like him: Lucas has the same gifts that are different; Lucas also has nothing.

His pale, slender little friend, his one and only, best friend.

his bust.

They share each other's darkest secrets, and they tell each other their deepest fears.On that starry night, Hernan wanted to thank God for the only time in his life. He thanked it for allowing him to be born in this world.

——Even if they don't belong anywhere, they can still belong to each other.

Hernan rescued Lucas who was wandering on the borderline between black and white.Two monsters with dark hearts help each other fill in the parts that are missing.Lucas' presence made it clear to Hernan that he was no longer alone.This reduces the fear of his own power when he fights with self-awareness, which makes the already proud Son of Zod even more arrogant.

But now, this superman who is so arrogant in his DNA looks at the blue-eyed compatriots in front of him who earnestly hope that he can be more self-disciplined and stop going evil... Hernan was surprised to find that his first reaction was not to think Be angry.

'He didn't have a Lucas of his own. '

The thought came to me like a ghost.The funny thing is that Hernan is not proud or happy about it - on the contrary, Superman feels sad for Kal-El.

Because no one understands that feeling better than him: you can get what you want by reaching out, and you can make it disappear in the blink of an eye if you don't like it... It is a feeling that is infinitely close to God.That's the kind of talent that can destroy any 'effort' 'self-discipline' 'kindness'.

When you are the only one who can control you, it may only be a matter of time before the fall.

"..." Hernan didn't sarcastically speak out immediately.He didn't even want to sarcasm out loud.

Superman in black looks at Kal-El, looks at Superman.He put away his previous casual gesture.

These days, Hernan has never had a good talk with each other. After all, it is not difficult or difficult for two adults over the age of 30 to open their hearts, but it may be impossible.

Therefore, Hernan has never faced up to this innocent and inexperienced 'self'.And now, he also paid the price for his previous underestimation.

They are indeed similar.They were, indeed, quite different.

A strange feeling flooded Hernan's heart.He suddenly realized that if he and Lucas are like two maps that can be stitched together; then he and Kal-El may be more like the front and back of the mirror.

"Maybe you're going to be disappointed, Lucifer."

The gray-blue-eyed Superman still looked directly at this other self, but his first words were addressed to the demon who was watching the show with great interest.

"I see what you're saying. Superman. You may not believe it, but I understand exactly what you mean."

Hernan's tone was soft and tough.Karl noticed that there wasn't even a hint of wavering in his eyes.

"I have seen many people who warned me like this, but I didn't expect you to hold the same opinion as them... I understand what you mean. When killing the enemy and executing the opponent becomes a matter of course, maybe The day when I tear up all dissidents is not far away."

"I know what you mean, I do. There are so many voices against me in this world - will I crush them? Will I sit around and burn some idiots who dare to spy on my parents ?Maybe, maybe tomorrow—”

Hernan paused at this point.In fact, he was quite convinced that day would never come.He's a rebel who'll take on the president, an ambitious alien.But he's never going to be an asshole who doesn't listen to other voices.He believes that neither Becca nor Kirk, even his sister who is paralyzed from the lower body... will prevent him from becoming such a scum.

That's why Hernan paused.Because this answer seems to poke Kal-El's heart too much.Hernan knew that Karl was a Superman who had no brothers or comrades, and was completely alone.

So he changed the subject, taking the initiative to draw out another voice against him.

"And before that, we can go back. Back to the criminals I killed on the spot. These ruthless gangsters may have just killed a person and slaughtered a village. If he is tried by justice and a jury, maybe He's got the day he'll come out of prison alive and right... Yeah, I killed 'em before then. How many families have I destroyed?"

Hernan's tone became a little tougher.It was obvious that he was quite dismissive of this view.Karl-El frowned at him. He didn't like the sarcasm, but Superman really wanted to know the reasons for Hernan to continue executing criminals.

...If their wills are indeed completely at odds...Even if they lose all clues and initiative, Karl will never cooperate with Hernan again.

He couldn't work with the life-defying 'Superman'... self!

"'Superman never gives a man a chance!' 'Superman is a cold-blooded monster!'"

Hernan didn't seem to notice Karl El's slightly changed temperament.He changed his tone proficiently and said these two sentences.The Son of Zod leaned forward slightly, his eagle-like gray-blue eyes staring straight at Kar-El.

"This may not be wrong. After all, of course I can choose to let them go and give them a chance."

"Some of them are under forty, some have wives and children... Of course I can let them start again, and take a gamble on whether they can really repent... I understand the theory. If they can really get better, can Becoming a legal citizen—even if only one in ten rehabilitates—seems like a pretty good outcome."

Two pairs of unwavering blue eyes looked at each other.Hernan looked at Kal-El who pursed his lips and clenched his fists.The other party's stubborn and stubborn appearance did not anger him, on the contrary, Hernan's heart softened because of the other party's expression, which was quite similar to Lucas and himself.

In the end, the other person may be the 'right' one.

But unfortunately, he will never change just because the other side is more 'correct'.His persistence, his protection... will not be inclined to criminals!

"...It's not that I don't know this, Karl. I'm not as reckless and ignorant as you think."

Hernan's attitude softened again.This made Lucifer move slightly - this treatment is at the level of Lucas.The devil really didn't expect that Hernan, a self-respecting megalomaniac, would treat his 'self' in the parallel world so tenderly.

"But do those who died at their hands have a chance to start again? Those who suffered innocently are not numbers, they were all alive and human."

"Just because they're within the rules, are they going to be trampled underfoot by these armed thugs? I guess you've never been on a battlefield, Carl."

"'Those who hold up weapons must have the awareness that they will be killed by weapons'...When they choose to cross the line, they have put their own life and the lives of others aside. If this is the case, why are only good people paying the price?"

"I just collected the remuneration they should pay, I just let them understand that the two ends of the scale are equivalent, and the price really exists."

"I, Superman. I am the death they must face. I am their price."