Behind the lenses of the microscope, the eyeball keeps rotating. The subtle quivering of the tiny particles under the slide is fully exposed. The figure standing in front of the lab bench straightens up, picks up the test tube next to him, and adds a drop of solution to the slide. Suddenly, a burst of white smoke rises from the slide. The figure in front of the microscope reveals a smile.
He retrieves another petri dish from the cabinet behind him, and the instant he drips the solution in, the substance inside turns a vibrant purplish-red. Something seems to suddenly come to life. He picks up the petri dish, places it under the light, and watches the lively tiny spore with an evil yet satisfied expression.
In a dark forest, a tall figure is fleeing desperately. The armor on him is already worn out, struggling to advance in the high bushes.
The beam of the flashlight flashes, and he suddenly lunges forward, dodging two bullets. But blood seeps from his chest, and as it flows on the ground, under the illumination of the light, the surface emits a faint fluorescent green, appearing strange and sinister.
He struggles for a moment but never manages to get up again. Fragmented pieces of his damaged helmet cut into his face, leaving streaks of blood. He clenches his fist tightly, powerlessly opening his eyes wide, watching as countless figures wearing protective suits and holding rifles draw nearer.
A click, the light is turned on, illuminating the lab bench in the center of the room. Medical personnel outside the room fully armed watch from observation windows. Two generals stand at the doorway discussing.
"Inject some more gemstone powder solution into him. There must be no mistakes again. The first living alien research subject is the most precious specimen, potentially bringing us unimaginable immense benefits. Keep a close eye on him, understand?"
"Don't worry, commander. We will take good care of him."
The officer opens the door and leaves, another pushes the door and comes in. They talk some more, and then both leave together.
Suddenly, the figure on the lab bench opens his eyes. His whole body is restrained on the lab bench, with fluorescent green spheres embedded in the center of the locks binding his hands and feet. Half of the sphere is lodged in his flesh, rendering him powerless and immobile.
He can only open his eyes wide, staring at the ceiling of the laboratory, regretting his series of actions since leaving the spaceship, while developing a deep aversion towards the human race.
Amidst the flying dust, fully armed Zod lands in an unknown mountain range. Relying on good physical strength and a tenacious will, he walks for a full two days, reaching a populated area.
Upon seeing a building, he goes inside. But the store clerk lets out a scream upon seeing his attire, pressing the alarm on the counter. Before Zod can react, two police officers corner him.
Zod extends his hand, and a shell sends them flying. But soon after, more police cars arrive. Zod is forced to find a way to escape; his legs cannot outrun the cars, so he can only steal a police car. Due to poor driving skills, he crashes into a river.
However, taking this opportunity, Zod evades the police's pursuit. He realizes his attire makes it impossible for him to move freely on Earth, drawing attention. The humans' firearms can cause him harm; he cannot just take them head-on.
After much hesitation, Zod decides to remove his gear. His only option now is to gamble; the basic survival resources on Earth pose no toxicity to him. The good news is his gamble was right; he is not poisoned by inhaling air or being exposed to sunlight. But the bad news is he also exhibits abnormal reactions.
Dizziness, nausea, vomiting. Until when he hides in the forest, gently supporting a tree, he inadvertently cuts the tree in half. Zod realizes he too has awakened superpowers.
Thanks to having an appearance identical to humans and possessing superpowers, Zod finally successfully arrives in the city. He wishes to investigate the military base here, yet remains unaware that he has already been targeted by the military.
On the operating table, Zod, with blurred consciousness, recalls the scene from earlier: collapsing skyscrapers, raging fires, crying children. He makes his way through the crowd, yet ultimately pauses for that tender voice weeping.
A little boy, not even as high as the railing, stands on the balcony of a building engulfed in dark smoke. Everyone covering their mouths and noses runs outside, but as the boy screams, Zod cannot help but turn back.
The child is too small, perhaps not even reaching his knees. Besides crying out loud, he can do nothing else. So tender, so innocent. During the long years exiled in the Phantom Zone, those military precepts of cold ruthlessness once implanted in his genes and repeatedly emphasized were shaken by his nature craving vitality.
He should not have been swayed. Zod clenched his fists. This was a trap aimed at him. As he flew into the air intending to lift the boy, a special sniper bullet pierced through his chest, followed by a large net. They had waited a long time for this moment.
During the fall, Zod clearly saw that the raging flames behind the boy were not fake. The smoke and dust choked him, transforming crying into painful groans. The soldiers rushing out from behind him did not even glance at the small figure, only fixated on him falling, their eyes filled with cold ruthlessness.
The Human race could actually sacrifice their own offspring without hesitation in order to capture him. He had misjudged the Humans' bottom line. Zod closed his eyes, his resentment reaching its peak. Why, why should such a Race own this planet? They don't deserve it!!!
Creak, the door was pushed open. Someone came in to inject him with something, and the feeling of weakness grew more intense. Soon after, he was pushed out. From here to there, from there to here, he didn't know how many times he had been moved back and forth. He felt a coldness that almost froze him solid. And then he felt his chest being cut open.
At this moment, Zod could hardly feel the pain. The cold made him numb, and the weakness left him unable to think. He began to wander on the edge of life and death, past memories flashing dreamily in his mind.
Suddenly, the door was opened. This time, the footsteps were not as heavy as before. The person wearing shoes wasn't in boots but in leather shoes, and didn't seem to have received professional training, sounding unlike a soldier.
The unusualness gave Zod a moment of clarity. He vaguely felt two figures standing at the doorway talking. For some reason, Zod found he could understand English now.
"Mr. Luthor, I think you should know that the reason you have this opportunity is because you really are a professional. And we are just missing someone like you to research valuable experimental material. But I'd also advise you, don't try to do anything sneaky. Just submit the data honestly, or else..."
"Don't worry, I understand the rules. For any researcher, such unique experimental material is extremely valuable; I won't damage it. Besides, you've already searched me, I haven't carried anything dangerous, right?"
"It better be this way. You have only two hours' time. Await favorable news."
Bang, the door slammed shut. Lex Luther standing by the door showed a mocking smile: "What a bunch of idiots. The imbecile scientists found by the military can't even measure basic data correctly, and ultimately have to turn to me?"
"Just in time, the grudge of breaking into the Luthor Building and stealing the gemstone hasn't been avenged yet." Luther looked down at the ring on his hand, the purplish-red gemstone shimmering with an eerie light.
Itching, an excruciating itch. Some kind of power was bursting from within his body, his internal organs seemed ready to break through his shell's restraints. The figure on the experiment table suddenly arched upward, emitting a painful howl, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
Gray keratin climbed up his arm, then his shoulder, beside his neck, and finally to the area beneath his eye sockets. Zod's eyes widened in rage, but the last bit of reason was shattered by the intense pain and excitement coming from inside his body.
He let out an inhuman roar, using his arm forcefully, and with a snap, broke free of the restraints. Sharp alarms sounded incessantly, medical staff hurriedly fled, and soldiers rushed in with guns.
A towering, full-of-spikes Monster leaped up from the experiment table, biting down on the neck of the leading soldier.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The muzzle's flickering firelight failed to stop this colossal entity. His figure continued to grow until it broke through the ceiling, and then with a punch, he turned everyone into mush.
Roaring once more, he smashed through the base's walls and bolted towards the passageway outside. Countless soldiers holding weapons tried to stop him, but bullets simply couldn't penetrate his rock-like skin. Spikes pierced through their throats, heels shattered their spines. A massive figure sprang from underground, standing on the sunlight-drenched ground, blood red filled his pupils with frenzy.
The fighter jet's sharp roar flashed overhead. The helicopter's rotor noise and alarm sounds also emerged one after another. A middle-aged man in a police uniform got out of the police car and looked at the boundless plain where the monster resembling a mountain giant stood, unable to help but curse under his breath: "Shit."
Boom!!!!!
A giant stone thrown out smashed in the center of the convoy. Everyone covered their heads and ran out. The pilot in the fighter jet just took a glance downward, and the giant's roar's sonic wave disturbed the airflow, causing the fighter jet to lose control almost instantly, plummeting straight down.
The helicopter didn't have time to evade, the Monster suddenly leaped up and then floated mid-air, punching the helicopter into a blast of fireworks.
The personnel in the other helicopter hurriedly parachuted out. After landing, they frantically pulled out a walkie-talkie and yelled: "He's flying, he's flying towards the city!! Quick, stop him!!!"