A man with disheveled black hair was rapidly typing on a holographic screen, his fingers hovering over the glowing keys. He wore tight-fitting, gray light armor that covered his entire body. An "S" emblem was displayed on his chest.
He stood in a large room filled with several tables scattered with papers and strange objects. Crystals embedded in the ceiling illuminated the room with a soft, pulsating light.
"Just a little further..." he murmured in a tired voice as he continued typing. He moved one of his hands and removed a necklace he wore around his neck.
The necklace had a pendant shaped like an asymmetrical silver pentagon, with five uneven sides. Its shape resembled a horizontal diamond, wider at the top than the bottom. Inside the pentagon was a large letter "S," the same as the emblem on his chest armor.
He tossed the necklace into the air, and suddenly, a blue crystal emerged from the ground. The necklace stopped midair, floating silently. Small blue lines lit up and spread across the necklace for a few seconds, then slowly faded away.
The man grabbed the necklace and looked at it resting in his palm. "I hope this helps, my son..."
Suddenly, a sound reached his ears. The automatic white door of the room slid open with a low hiss.
A person entered—a woman wearing armor nearly identical to the man's. Her long black hair flowed down her back.
"Jor, they're getting closer. We don't have much time left. Is the ship ready?" Lara-Lor-van asked as she stepped inside. Behind her, the white hallway she'd just come from was barely visible through the open door.
She held a small, sleeping baby wrapped tightly in a red blanket that covered his tiny body.
"Lara... everything's ready. We just need to place him inside," Jor-el replied, his voice heavy with fatigue. He looked at the baby in her arms, and for a moment, all his tiredness felt worth it.
A small holographic keyboard appeared next to Jor-el, and he tapped a few glowing keys. Suddenly, the floor in one part of the room slid open, and a small, oval-shaped ship floated up into the air.
"That... looks smaller than I thought. You said it was something incredible. Didn't you say it was your greatest creation or something?" Lara raised an eyebrow at the ship.
"Lara, this little ship is my greatest creation. It might not look like much now, but it'll be everything he needs when he grows up. I built it just for him," Jor said as he stared at the small ship. He turned his gaze toward the baby in Lara's arms and gently took him.
Together, they walked toward the small oval ship. A hatch opened, revealing a tiny seat, perfectly sized for the baby. Jor carefully placed the baby into the seat and laid the necklace gently on top of the blanket.
"We're sorry we can't raise you... can't teach you... can't live by your side, but... even if I'm not there, our spirit will always be with you, son—the soul of our world," Jor whispered softly to the sleeping child.
Lara stepped closer and stood beside Jor. "I really wish I could see him grow up... have friends, make memories... but I guess that's not going to happen..."
"He'll be safe. I'm sending him somewhere far, far away from all this, to a place where he can live a real life," Jor said as the hatch of the small ship began to close.
Above them, a large hatch in the ceiling opened, revealing a red sky filled with swirling black clouds. It looked like the end of the world.
"It's time... live well, my son," Jor said with a faint smile, his eyes starting to well with tears.
The small ship floated upward and quickly flew through the hatch in the ceiling, vanishing into the sky.
Lara stared up at the opening and let out a small sigh. She clenched her fist tightly, trying to hold back her emotions.
But a hand gently squeezed hers—Jor-el's.
"Don't worry... he'll be safe..."
Lara simply nodded, her expression quiet and focused.
"By the way, Lara... what happened to her and the others?" Jor-el asked with curiosity.
"They... I think they'll make it. I saw their mother not long ago. They'll probably be okay," Lara said quietly.
Jor-el nodded slowly.
"Well... I guess this is it," Jor-el said with a sad smile.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake.
But then, without warning, the automatic door shattered into pieces, and the broken gate flew across the room.
Lara reacted instantly. She grabbed a staff from her waist and swung it at amazing speed. The staff extended and transformed into a long spear, its tip glowing red-hot with intense heat.
The spear sliced the flying door in half, and both halves slammed into opposite walls.
"Damn it... this is getting annoying. They're here."
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Sunlight lit up the farmhouse.
Jonathan Kent was fast asleep on the couch, a comic book draped over his face, hiding him from view. His steady snores echoed through the room.
The television blared in the background, filled with the sounds of gunfire and explosions—just your typical action movie.
Footsteps echoed from the stairs nearby, but Jonathan didn't stir.
Martha Kent came down, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail that swayed with each step.
She reached the bottom and walked over to the couch, letting out a quiet sigh as she looked at Jonathan. She crossed her arms, staring down at him.
"Hey, Jonathan, wake up," Martha said, but he just kept snoring without a care in the world.
She reached down and grabbed the comic book off his face.
"You really do sleep too much," she muttered, placing the comic on the small table in front of the couch.
Then she walked to the window and glanced outside. "It's a warm day," she murmured with a small smile.
But suddenly, something caught her eye—something moving fast across the sky.
Martha leaned closer to the glass and squinted, trying to figure out what it was. Whatever it was, it started plummeting toward the ground.
The object was falling—fast.
"Hey… Jonathan, Jonathan!!" Martha shouted quickly.
Jonathan jolted awake, eyes wide. "Huh? Why are you yelling, Martha—"
Before he could finish, a strong tremor shook the entire house. Martha screamed in shock and grabbed onto the couch. Jonathan staggered, catching himself against the wall.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Jonathan shouted, alarmed as the house rattled around them.
But it only lasted a few seconds. The shaking stopped just as suddenly as it started.
Jonathan quickly looked around, trying to make sense of what just happened. He took a deep breath.
Martha moved toward the door in a rush and threw it open, stepping outside.
"Martha, what the hell?!" Jonathan called after her, then followed, hurrying outside himself.
Once out, he saw a column of smoke rising from the cornfield—but it was fading quickly. Martha stood beside him, watching.
"A meteorite?" Jonathan was the first to speak.
"I don't know… but… it didn't look like a meteorite."
"I'm gonna go get a gun. Wait here," Jonathan said, then quickly headed back inside.
Martha watched him disappear into the house, then turned her gaze back toward the cornfield.
She hesitated for a moment—then took a step forward.
A while later, Jonathan came back outside, holding a shotgun, ready for anything.
He glanced around. "Martha?" he called, noticing she was no longer there. "Oh, come on…"
He looked toward the cornfield and bolted off the porch, running toward it.
He pushed through the tall stalks, moving quickly.
"Martha! Are you okay?!" he shouted, racing forward.
Then he stopped in his tracks.
In front of him sat a small, oval-shaped craft, still smoking slightly.
Martha stood right in front of it.
Jonathan rushed over. "Martha! Why the hell did you come out here? This could be dangerous!"
Just then, a sound came from the craft, and a hatch opened. Inside, they saw a small baby, wrapped snugly in a red blanket.
"A… baby?" Jonathan muttered, confused.
Martha stared at the child and felt something stir inside her. She stepped forward, knelt down, and gently lifted the baby into her arms.
"Martha? This is dangerous!" Jonathan said, gripping the gun tightly as he walked closer.
"Dangerous...? Jon, it's a baby," Martha said softly, standing up and walking toward him.
Jonathan hesitated—understandably. But when she got closer and he saw the baby, he slowly lowered his weapon, staring at the peaceful child.
Then he noticed something glinting. As Martha moved, something slipped out from the baby's blanket and landed on the ground.
He bent down and picked it up carefully.
"A… necklace?"
Martha glanced at it. "Well… yeah, it looks like one."
Suddenly, a loud sound filled the air.
The ship in the middle of the field began to move. It started melting—visibly melting—until it began sinking into the ground.
"Get back!" Jonathan said quickly, stepping in front of Martha protectively.
But the ship just continued sinking, slowly disappearing into the earth.
Then it was gone—swallowed completely.
Martha stared, stunned. But then she heard a small sound.
She looked down and saw the baby's blue eyes slowly opening.
"Heh… hello," Martha whispered with a gentle smile.
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I was lying in my room, staring at the ceiling.
It's been eight years… time really does fly.
Eight years since I died in that car accident. That damn car hit me. Yeah, lying there on the ground in agony wasn't exactly pleasant. So that's what dying feels like...
But now, I was in another body—like an eight-year-old kid. I'd been reincarnated in another world, in a completely different body.
I still remember the moment I died on that street and closed my eyes. It all happened in the blink of an eye. When I opened them, I saw an unfamiliar face, heard a woman's soft voice—a total stranger. And I felt this warm sensation flowing through me, something comforting and safe. I closed my eyes again, exhausted.
I thought I was hallucinating from blood loss. But no.
When I opened my eyes again, I realized I wasn't in my body anymore. I was in the body of a baby.
At first, I panicked, but I forced myself to calm down. Still, it was hard. I mean, I was in a different body, in a completely unknown place. Fear was inevitable.
I had to live like that for a while. Being a baby really sucked. I had to stay in "gugu gaga" mode whenever my new parents were around.
Oh, right—my parents.
Martha Kent and Jonathan Kent. At first, I thought it was just a huge coincidence. Living on a farm in Kansas? A big coincidence.
But no. A town called Smallville was nearby, with just a few thousand people.
My current name, the name of this body, is Clark Kent. That name was given to me a long time ago.
None of it was a coincidence anymore. I was in the DC universe—the farm, Kansas, Smallville. The more time I spent here, the more I pieced it together. From conversations I overheard, from places my mom took me, everything started to make sense.
I got out of bed and walked to the mirror on the wall. I stood in front of it and looked at my reflection.
An eight-year-old boy. Black hair. Blue eyes. Pretty normal.
Clark Kent. Kal-El. Superman.
I put a hand on my shoulder and let out a sigh. My hand was shaking a bit.
Someone else might be thrilled in this situation. I mean, it's an isekai moment in the DC universe. Finding your favorite heroes, getting powers, beating villains—that kind of dream.
But… I was scared. I didn't know what version of Earth this was. It might be totally unknown. Some things could be familiar, others not. I liked DC in my past life, sure—I read comics and all that—but I wasn't some expert. I knew a few things, not everything. I had no idea if some random monster would show up and destroy the world one day.
It's possible even a universe-destroying being could appear out of nowhere. DC is full of them. People who could erase entire realities with a snap of their fingers.
So maybe the knowledge I had wouldn't help much in this version of DC. Or maybe some of it would. I honestly had no clue.
But the fear never really went away—that someday, the whole world might just be gone in an instant. DC is terrifying that way.
I remember trying to find the ship I supposedly crashed to Earth in—typical Superman stuff. But I couldn't find it. I even helped my dad out in the barn, but there was nothing. Like it never even existed.
I looked into my reflection and sighed again. My powers hadn't awakened yet. I was already eight. Some versions of Superman got their powers as kids, others as teens. I was eight, and still nothing.
"Maybe… in their teens? Well, then I'll just have to wait," I muttered, staring into my blue eyes.
It was 2007. I thought I'd be born in the early 90s or even the 80s, but nope—when I woke up, it was 1999.
At least I'd get the internet when I hit my teen years. That's a pretty solid advantage.
"Son! Come eat!"
I heard my mom's voice calling from outside my room.
"Oh, food," I said casually, looking over at the door.
I took a step forward—but suddenly, this strange sensation ran through my body. Like electricity shooting through every part of me.
"Woah!" I stumbled, feeling a wave of vertigo.
I steadied myself and stood firm, but I felt… weird.
"What the hell…?" I muttered, staring at my hands.
They looked normal at first, but within seconds, they started vibrating—slow at first, then faster, until they looked like a blur.
"Son? You in there? Your mom said dinner's ready," my dad's voice came from the other side of the door.
Oh no. No, no, no. What do I do now?!
I screamed inside my head, trying to stop the vibrations, but my hands wouldn't stop.
I quickly looked around my room for something—anything—that might help.
"Why the hell would anything in here help?" I muttered, realizing how dumb that idea was.
"Son, I'm going in."
I heard my father's voice and felt a chill run through my body.
I'm screwed...
I quickly backed away from the door.
"Son, did something happen—"
He stopped mid-sentence, standing there, staring at my hands vibrating unnaturally, his eyes wide with shock.
"…"
"…"
In that single second of silence, I suddenly felt something different rush through me.
A strange sensation spread across my entire body. It was unlike anything before.
I looked down, eyes widening as I saw my feet lift off the ground—I was floating.
"Ah… oh, god—"
*WHOOOSHH!!*
Suddenly, I was launched backward. I didn't even have time to react. I felt myself slam into the wall, heard the wood crack beneath the impact.
I was spinning through the air, limbs flailing, trying to stop myself—but I couldn't.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
I screamed as I spun at high speed, my vision a swirling blur of colors. I saw the brown of the ground, the blue of the sky—they kept swapping places in my view, like they were on shuffle.
"SON!!"
I heard my dad's voice—too loud. It echoed in my skull like it had been amplified a thousand times.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and suddenly I hit something.
But I didn't stop. I was being dragged at insane speed, my face scraping against the ground. I felt the burn—raw pain along my cheek and jaw.
I moved my hands and pressed them against the dirt, trying to slow down.
Then, just as suddenly, I felt myself come to a full stop. I opened my eyes.
I was floating again, hovering just inches above the ground, my face barely away from hitting the dirt.
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. I tried to move—barely managed it. Everything felt heavy.
I looked at my hands—they weren't vibrating anymore. They looked normal again.
But then something else hit me.
"Huh? Yeah, it won't be that hard."
"Oh, come on! Mom!"
"Is this a fucking joke?!"
"These damn kids..."
Voices. Dozens of them. All at once. Flooding into my head at full volume, like someone had shoved speakers into my ears and cranked them to max.
I dropped from the air and hit the ground hard. I clutched my head, covering my ears, gritting my teeth.
It felt like my skull was splitting open.
"Haa… god… it hurts… so much…" I mumbled—but even my own voice hurt. Like I was screaming directly into my brain.
"Stop…" I said again, barely able to get the word out.
STOP STOP STOP!!
"SON!! SON!!"
I heard a different voice now—my dad's again. Still too loud. Everything was too loud...
I slowly looked up. I could see my parents running toward me.
I thought I was going to die. It was too much. Too much noise...
"So... much... noise..." I whispered in agony—then, suddenly, it felt like a heavy weight slammed down on my head.
"Oh..."
"SON—"
Everything went dark.