A crisp system notification sounded in Yongye's mind right on cue.
[Ding! Superman, the son of Krypton, has had the painful memory of his adoptive father's death laid bare by the host. His deepest wound has been torn open, and his defenses have completely crumbled. Emotional damage is off the charts! Obtained Super Blind Box ×1. Open it now?]
Yongye gave the command in his mind with satisfaction: "Open it."
[Ding! Super Blind Box opened!]
[Congratulations, host! Reward obtained: Intermediate Spatial Law!] ```
A flood of knowledge about folding space, leaping between dimensions, and creating portals poured into his mind. Yongye felt his command of space leap from "barely touching it" to "using it at will."
He could sense every corner and crevice of the room. In his mind, they had all become transparent and pliable. With a single thought, he could move himself or anyone else to any coordinates he chose.
His awareness returned to the present. He was about to say something to twist the knife when the large screen on the meeting room wall flickered violently, drawing everyone's attention.
Then an image appeared on the screen by itself.
Dark metal bulkheads filled the background. A tall, middle-aged man with features sharp as if carved by a knife faced the camera. His voice carried a metallic force as it came through the speakers and reverberated around the meeting room:
"People of Earth, I am General Zod of Krypton."
"Within three days, hand over Kal-El, the son of Krypton living on your planet. Otherwise, I will come down there myself and destroy every one of your cities."
"This is your final warning."
The image vanished.
The meeting room fell deathly silent.
Clark rose from his chair. The eyes he usually made look so harmless now