No matter how the plot changed, its core remained the same.
The Kryptonians would still invade Earth and transform it into their new home.
So they only needed to wait.
In the dark depths of outer space, a massive Kryptonian ship hovered silently, its surface gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, like a lonely fortress in the cosmos.
General Zod, the last hope of Krypton, stood before the ship's observation window. His gaze pierced the boundless Star Sea, and at last, he saw that legendary figure—Superman, Krypton's orphan and the key to his people's revival.
Zod's emotions were beyond words. Years of planning and waiting had, in this moment, become an uncontrollable surge of excitement.
He was well aware that the Codex carried by Superman was the foundation for rebuilding Kryptonian civilization. It contained the genetic information of billions of Kryptonians—the key to restarting his entire race's fate.
"Kal-El."
Zod's voice was low and powerful. "You bear a responsibility far heavier than any of ours. Krypton, our home, needs your help to be reborn."
Superman, whose real name was Clark Kent, looked at the general standing in front of him, a man filled with unwavering conviction, and felt a tangled mix of emotions.
He understood Zod's pain and longing. After all, he, too, had once belonged to that distant planet.
A trace of sympathy flashed in Superman's eyes, but there was even more uncertainty about the future and a deep attachment to Mother Earth.
"I'm willing to help, Zod, As long as Earth isn't harmed."
Superman's words revealed a gentle yet resolute stance.
However, Zod's reply was like a heavy hammer, shattering the last hope in Superman's heart.
"Carl, Earth will become the cradle of New Krypton, and humanity must make way for Krypton's rebirth."
The words were as chilling