"Clark Kent!!!!!!"
The Daily Planet editor-in-chief's roar echoed over downtown Metropolis. "You've taken more time off in one month than I have in two years! Do you own the Daily Planet or something??!!!"
Clark, standing in the editor-in-chief's office, guiltily looked away. "This time really was an accident. I went back home to visit family."
"Where did you go visit family that it took this long?!!"
"It was a little far away." Clark pinched his fingers close together. "About several million light-years away."
The editor-in-chief covered his forehead, took a deep breath, and said, "Listen, I don't care how long you've been on leave. The reporting deadline isn't changing. Did you keep an eye on the person in charge of the municipal administration department like I told you to?!"
"Uh... I'll go now," Clark said.
The editor-in-chief pointed forcefully at the door. Clark grabbed his equipment and hurried out. Once outside, he sighed, looking slightly exhausted as he rubbed his face with both hands.
This trip to Krypton had taught him a truth more deeply than ever before—he was an Earthling. He could only return to Earth.
Clark had flown at top speed for a long time before finding the Krypton of old. To his surprise, it did not look ruined at all. The planet and its cities remained as they had been. Only the people were gone.
That also allowed Clark to find more information on Krypton and learn about the planet's history and the truth behind its destruction.
As mentioned before, Kryptonians had long since abandoned natural reproduction and turned instead to Gene Screening and artificial embryo technology. As a result, what a child would do after being born had already been determined by his genes.
Such strict genetic control had indeed allowed them to develop very quickly