Chang Wei and the others found an unoccupied house and went inside.
Night fell, and all was silent. Only the occasional sound of wind disturbed the stillness.
Just then, something abnormal happened.
The lights began to flicker, then went out without warning. It was not just this house—every light on the floor, throughout the entire block, seemed to be snuffed out by an invisible force, plunging everything into darkness.
The city's clamor fell silent in an instant, leaving only people's panicked whispers and the sound of cars braking sharply in the distance.
From a wider perspective, this sudden darkness was not merely a disaster for this city. Like a plague, it rapidly spread across Greater America and even the entire world.
From prosperous cities to remote villages, every electrical facility seemed to have been paused by the same invisible hand. The stars in the night sky appeared especially bright, yet they only highlighted the fragility of human civilization.
Within the boundless darkness, the old television in the house where Chang Wei and the others were suddenly lit up. The static on the screen gradually gathered, forming blurry images.
Everywhere in the world, wherever there was a display—whether television, computer, or mobile phone—the same scene appeared: a screen full of static accompanied by piercing noise, like a call from another dimension.
"You are not... the only one... you... are not the only one..."
A deep, powerful voice cut through the noise. As the image became clearer, a cold-faced man in black armor appeared on the screen.
He was General Zod from distant Krypton. His gaze pierced through the screen, looking directly at every person on Earth.
"I am General Zod, Krypton's last hope. We crossed the stars and endured countless hardships for one purpose: to find our long-lost kin. He is