Inside a Kryptonian spaceship that had slumbered on Earth for over eighteen thousand years, Luthor and Superman stood face to face.
Behind them, in the water, a massive embryo writhed incessantly, as if the monster gestating within were about to burst forth.
"What is that?" Superman asked, showing no fear of the creature. After all, he was far too powerful to be intimidated by any mere beast.
Luthor, infuriated by Superman's indifference, his anger fueled by the Kryptonian's dismissive attitude toward him, raised his injured hand. He tore off the bandage wrapping the wound, his voice trembling with excitement and trepidation as he roared, "That's a monstrous aberration from ancient Krypton! The blood of my blood—and your Doomsday!"
Crack!
The four-meter-diameter embryo shattered instantly, and a pair of massive black hands emerged.
The hands tore through the remaining membrane, and a towering, five-meter-tall black monster fully materialized before Superman's eyes.
To Superman's surprise, he felt not fear but curiosity. This curiosity even made him momentarily forget his hatred for Luthor.
"What is it?" Superman asked softly.
"Is that all? What about the other one? The smaller one?"
"Huh? Which one?"
Even Luthor was startled by Superman's question. He instinctively turned to look at the surface of the water, now stained crimson with genetic fluid. There was nothing else visible!
But Superman was absolutely certain of his judgment. Though he couldn't pinpoint the exact location of the other entity, he clearly heard a fourth heartbeat in the area.
He pointed to Doomsday, who was tearing off the viscous slime covering his body.
"It's right beneath this big guy. Something else awakened with him. Did you encase it in lead?"
As he spoke, Superman tapped his ear.
"I don't know what you're hiding, but I'm sorry. Even if I can't see through your schemes, I can hear that thing's heartbeat!"
The moment the words left his lips, Superman distinctly heard the heartbeat become slightly erratic.
Beneath the water's surface, within another smaller, almost imperceptible cocoon encased in thick ice, a man wore a helpless expression.
That man was Heisenberg, the ninth-generation heir of the Old Hai Family on Earth.
And now, he was also a transmigrator in the DC Cinematic Universe!
Two years ago...
Inside an ancient Kryptonian spaceship, a figure clad in armor spoke to another cloaked figure.
"Jor-El, my access has overridden your control of this ship. You've lost your authority."
"Yes, everything will soon go as you wish, but I have more faith in my son. He will defeat you, Zod!"
"Really? A farm boy raised by Earthlings, someone who's never experienced war training, defeating me, a general who has weathered countless battles?"
General Zod laughed mercilessly at his old friend Jor-El's words.
"Only a traitor like you could utter such naive words. Farewell."
Click!
Zod fully inserted his identity key into the console, and Jor-El's image shattered instantly.
With that annoying figure gone, Zod turned his attention to the ship's data archives, desperate to find the Life Codex he had long dreamed of.
Only by obtaining the Life Codex could Zod rebuild his race and restore the Kryptonians' glory to the universe!
But alas, his hopes were ultimately dashed.
That damned Kal-El hadn't hidden the Life Codex here.
Yet, as if by a miracle, even without the Codex, Zod still discovered something.
Or rather, someone.
"General Zod, do not make contact with the criminals imprisoned within this ship!"
"Repeating: General Zod, you are forbidden from contacting the criminals imprisoned within this ship!"
As Zod focused his gaze on the ship's oldest and most primitive operational logs, the Ship Intelligence repeatedly issued these warnings.
This left Zod utterly bewildered. There was another criminal on board?
"Access the criminal's records. Why were Jor-El and Kal-El unaware of this prisoner?"
"General, Academy of Sciences Leader Jor-El also accessed this criminal's records, but he concealed them before Kal-El discovered them!"
"Hmm? He did that? Fine, retrieve the records!" General Zod nodded.
"Understood. The criminal's name is Heisenberg, the 64th member of Krypton's High Council, and the final executor of the Glorious Campaign. He is a butcher who slaughtered over seven hundred of his own kind, convicted of treason."
The moment the Ship Intelligence finished speaking, Zod's eyes widened in shock.
He couldn't help but recall the massacre from long ago!
In the distant past, Krypton had been obsessed with expansion. Countless Kryptonians had roamed the cosmos, plundering and subjugating worlds. They glorified their conquests, calling it the Glorious Campaign.
But that campaign had ended eighteen thousand years ago.
Eighteen thousand years ago, a Kryptonian Elder named Heisenberg led the Academy of Sciences in breaking Krypton's ten-thousand-year-old laws. He delved deep into the secrets of Kryptonian bloodlines.
And that wasn't all!
To accelerate the exploitation of other planets, Elder Heisenberg even developed a monster based on Kryptonian genes, fused with various mutated strains.
This creature proved uncontrollable, plunging Krypton into chaos. At least a third of the Kryptonian population perished in the monster's rampage.
The method for creating this creature was sealed away by Krypton, and the monster itself was named Doomsday.
After this catastrophe, Elder Heisenberg lost his ancestral status and was hunted by the Kryptonian Guard.
But as the joint leader of Krypton's Academy of Sciences and military at the time, Heisenberg's personal combat prowess made his capture an immensely difficult task!
At the cost of over seven hundred Kryptonian lives, Heisenberg was captured. In accordance with Krypton's laws at the time, he was placed aboard a randomly teleporting spaceship with no return trajectory and launched into deep space.
The Glorious Campaign came to an abrupt halt, and Krypton never dared to conduct genetic research again.
Their fear of genetic mutations even led them to ban natural childbirth. After all, natural reproduction could lead to infinite possibilities in life.
From then on, every superior Kryptonian gene was archived in the Life Codex, which has been preserved to this day. Each child is born by selecting corresponding genetic information from the Codex, incubated in Krypton's unique Origin Chambers, harvested by Kryptonian Scavenger Beasts, and raised in Kryptonian Nurseries.
In short, Heisenberg, the man who tormented Zod so deeply, was once Krypton's most hated Elder and the architect of the planet's great catastrophe.
Even though Zod now needed the strength of every Kryptonian, he dared not release Heisenberg from his prison.
He shook his head.
"Keep him imprisoned!"
"Yes, sir!"
One day prior...
Alexander Luthor, the new head of LuthorCorp, arrived at the heavily guarded Kryptonian spaceship, now surrounded by U.S. government forces, carrying a box containing five pieces of fingertip skin.
The Kryptonian spaceship had crashed during the Superman incident two years prior, and it had remained grounded ever since Superman shot it down.
If the ship refused to move, Earth's technology was utterly incapable of relocating it.
Luthor slowly pressed the fingertip skin onto his own fingertips. These five pieces of skin had been cut from General Zod's remains using Kryptonite.
This allowed him to enter the spaceship's command center.
After navigating to the ship's core with the intelligent system's guidance, Luthor triumphantly gained control of the ship.
He placed Zod's remains into a small Genesis Chamber that resembled a pool of water, then slashed his own hand, letting his blood drip onto Zod's body.
At his command, the Genesis Chamber activated, preparing to create a monster fused from the genes of General Zod and Alexander Luthor.
Massive amounts of energy surged toward the ship, ruthlessly draining half of America's power grid to fuel the ancient Kryptonian vessel.
Unbeknownst to Luthor, as the energy converged, the ancient Kryptonian buried within the ship regained his life.
Even before Heisenberg fully awoke, a hollow voice echoed in his mind:
Multiverse binding complete. Bound individual: Heisenberg, soul from Origin Earth. Bound body: Heisenberg, Kryptonian Elder from the DC Universe. Identity fusion in progress.
All that bullshit aside, Heisenberg was awake—completely awake!
Countless memories and information flooded his mind, making him understand exactly what had happened to him.
"Tsk tsk, lost 230,000 in a poker game last night. Got so worked up, had a heart attack..."
"Died?"
"Transmigrated to the fucking absurd DC World?"
"Now I'm Heisenberg, the last Hawk Faction Elder of Krypton?"
"I was exiled, imprisoned for eighteen thousand years!!!"
"And now I'm alive again, on Earth in the DC Universe?"
"Heh..."
Heisenberg chuckled silently, finally realizing what he possessed.
A Kryptonian!
The very bloodline of Superman, revered by countless worlds.
Indestructible strength, a body virtually immune to all harm, heat vision, freezing breath, speed approaching the speed of light, the ability to fly freely, and various powers bordering on the metaphysical!
In the Marvel World, apart from a handful of sorcerers, he would be invincible!
What was there to fear? He could never settle for the status quo again, living like a corporate drone. Ha ha!
Having grasped the situation, Heisenberg immediately sought to break free from his restraints. He wanted to enjoy life—he needed to enjoy life!
Once, whether it was the wealthy or the powerful,
Or his superiors, his clients.
Heisenberg dared not disobey those people.
Even if they trampled his dignity into the ground, he would smile and praise their strength, exclaiming, "What a powerful stomp! You must be in excellent health!"
But now, as a Kryptonian, Heisenberg wanted to shout at everyone, "Everything you possess is worthless! Only brute force matters, and with these Kryptonian fists, I am the ultimate truth, the absolute law!"
Who else?!
Who else can make me bow my head?
Who else can make me submit?
Who else...?
Wait!
Heisenberg froze.
As the ice melted and the Kryptonian spacetime prison dissipated, Heisenberg finally saw his surroundings clearly.
He had seen Superman fight Batman, so he knew exactly where he was. That made him even more aware of what the black monster looming above him was!
"Doomsday!"
Heisenberg instantly cowered.
"System, explain! Why am I resurrected alongside Doomsday? I'm just an ordinary, weak Kryptonian!"
"I haven't even basked in Earth's yellow sun yet! I can't fly, I don't have heat vision—how am I supposed to fight Doomsday?!"
"Even Superman, who's been basking in the sun for over thirty years, was killed by Doomsday. What chance do I have? Should I just hide?"
"I'd love to hide, but I can't even move right now, and Doomsday already has his eyes on me!"
"At least let me wiggle a bit! Just a nudge, one nudge, just one!!!"
That's right!
At that moment, Doomsday had also discovered Heisenberg buried deep within the Genesis Chamber.
In Doomsday's eyes, the allure of Superman nearby paled in comparison to the strange compatriot beneath him.
After all, just a day earlier, the embryonic Doomsday had sensed a loathsome presence constantly stealing the energy he needed for creation!
With a massive hand, Doomsday scooped up the temporal material encasing Heisenberg.
The once-impenetrable temporal material rapidly melted away, gradually revealing Heisenberg's face to Superman's view.
"What the hell is this? Another Kryptonian?" Luthor's astonished and terrified voice echoed incessantly.
But Heisenberg couldn't respond.
The temporal material hadn't completely dissipated, leaving him utterly immobile. He could only watch as Doomsday gripped him tightly and began to squeeze with crushing force!
"Aaaah! You motherfucker! If you've got the guts, get me out of this thing! I'll carve you into a thousand pieces myself!!!"
Enveloped in spacetime matter, unable to move even a finger, Heisenberg's mind echoed with silent screams of agony.
Pain, excruciating pain.
In the very instant he had successfully traversed dimensions and been reborn, he was about to die.
Is this how it ends?
"Host detected to be at imminent risk of fatal harm. Initiating emergency work deployment. Randomly selecting work universe for immediate transfer."
"Work location selected: Marvel World Earth-19999."
"Stabilizing Host's fundamental spacetime coordinates. Commencing work deployment. We urge the Host to begin work immediately and contribute to the sustainable development of the Multiverse!"
"Deployment complete!"
In a mere instant, Heisenberg emerged from the agony and found himself floating in the cosmos.
Before him lay the breathtakingly beautiful Earth...