Amid the boundless chaos of the heavens, a streak of light flashed past. One vast world after another floated within the endless chaos, yet when faced with that streak of light, they either drove it away, evaded it, or concealed themselves. It seemed that not a single world was willing to accommodate it.
It was only when the streak of light passed through an American Comic Omniverse that a startled voice rang out. Immediately afterward, a force of attraction drew the streak into the American Comic Omniverse. In a daze, it seemed as though a golden divine dragon and a handsome man smiled and nodded to each other.
"American Comic Omniverse, Huang Wen." The handsome man, Huang Wen, introduced himself.
"Dragon Ball Super Omniverse, Dragon God Salama." Dragon God Salama greeted him as well, his presence slowly fading from within the streak of light.
"Dragon Ball Super? So he was a transmigrator from the beginning? And he's also gathered the abilities of several different races from the Dragon Ball World? Interesting. This kind of variable is exactly what makes things interesting! Investing in him might save me a great deal of effort..." Huang Wen's gaze shifted from the streak of light to the central Multiverse cluster of the American Comic Omniverse. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Hmm, a Saiyan spaceship? Then let's put it in this universe."
On a clear night in 1992, twelve-year-old Clark Kent sat on the ground at Kent Farm in Smallville, Kansas, America, gazing at the starry sky. A trace of longing and confusion flashed through his eyes.
"Son, what are you thinking about? You're still growing at your age. You can't keep staying up late!" Jonathan, looking every inch the typical farmer, sat down beside Clark and laughed warmly and heartily.
"I always feel like the stars are talking to me, as if they want to tell me why I was sent here..." Young Clark seemed rather poetic. He continued gazing at the stars and murmured softly.
"You'll find the answer, Clark. It may take your entire life, but remember what I said: don't rush, and don't display your abilities in front of outsiders. People fear what they don't understand. Only do so when you're truly ready—when you can stand proudly before everyone and face it all!" Jonathan ruffled Clark's hair and spoke seriously.
"When you saved Lana and the others today, you should have felt the fear and unease in their hearts. I know you couldn't just stand by and watch them die before your eyes, because you're a kind, good boy. But..."
"But one day—I mean, if one day you still haven't figured out how to stand up and face everything, then even if I'm going to die right in front of you, you mustn't choose to save me!"
"Dad..." A trace of panic flashed through Clark's eyes. He looked at Jonathan in disbelief, wanting to say something, yet feeling as though his throat had been blocked. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Jonathan, meanwhile, gazed at his son and sank into his memories.
He remembered that night in 1980. A spaceship had landed near Kent Farm, and Jonathan and his wife, Martha Kent, had discovered a baby inside it.
The childless couple believed that this was a gift from God. They adopted him and gave him the name Clark, Martha's original surname. Thus, Clark Kent became a member of the family.
The Kent Family had originally believed that Clark was merely an ordinary alien child, no different from a normal Earthling. After all, he truly looked exactly like an Earthling.
But when Clark was nine, his abilities suddenly awakened. Countless voices poured into his ears, and his eyes could see through human bones and internal organs. The changes nearly drove him mad...
With Martha's guidance, Clark gradually adapted to his abilities. At least he was no longer frightened by them. At the same time, following Jonathan's warnings, Clark began hiding what made him different. At school, he became quiet and withdrawn, and was even frequently bullied with cruel words.
Until earlier that day, when the school bus carrying Clark and his classmates was crossing a bridge. A tire suddenly blew out, sending the vehicle out of control. To avoid a small car coming straight toward them, the bus driver instinctively yanked the wheel. The school bus smashed through the guardrail and plunged into the water!
As the river swallowed the school bus and the students lost their last breath of air, struggling helplessly underwater, Clark still couldn't hold himself back. He exposed his abilities, forcing the school bus out of the water and onto the shore, then rescued the children who had fallen into the river...
The children's parents were relieved, yet somewhat frightened. They had no idea how Clark had done it. It was fear of the unknown, and even God's protection couldn't convince them to cast off that fear, though they should have been grateful to Clark for saving their children.
While Clark was lost and confused, Jonathan took him to the basement. Pointing to the spaceship, he told Clark about his origins and handed him what seemed to be the ship's key...
But even after Jonathan had told Clark the truth about his origins, he still didn't want Clark's abnormality exposed before the public. He knew all too well how much the existence of an unknown outsider—an alien living on Earth—would shock and frighten people!
And even more terrifying were the many methods humanity would employ afterward!
Therefore, Jonathan felt that even if someone died before Clark's eyes—even if that person were Jonathan himself—Clark still shouldn't expose his abilities to save them.
"Dad? Dad! Dad!!!" Just as Jonathan was lost in his memories, Clark's voice rang beside his ear. It began with hesitation, then turned to disbelief, and finally carried an excitement that he could no longer conceal!
It was an excitement Jonathan had never sensed from Clark before!
Somewhat bewildered, he looked toward Clark, only to see Clark pointing toward the night sky.
Jonathan instinctively followed the direction of Clark's finger. In a daze, he felt as though he had returned to twelve years ago.
A fiery light, like a falling meteor, descended near Kent Farm. Then came the faint sound of an impact. Martha heard it and walked out of the house as well. The sight before her gave her the same feeling of déjà vu.
"Dad! Mom! A spaceship! It's a spaceship! That isn't a meteorite—it's a spaceship! I can see it clearly!" Before Jonathan and Martha could recover, Clark had already shouted and sprinted toward where the spaceship had fallen.
Worried that something might happen to Clark, Jonathan and Martha hurried after him. Before long, they saw Clark circling a spherical flying craft and examining it. It seemed he had yet to find a way to open it—until Jonathan and Martha reached his side.
With a click, the flying craft opened. A loud cry echoed through the surroundings. Just like that night twelve years ago, the same empty setting, the same piercing cry, and another alien baby of unknown origin made Jonathan and Martha's hearts clench.
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