"That's right, it's him." The second person to rush over was Luthor. With just one glance at the baby inside the pod, he smiled in satisfaction. "He's even wrapped in a red-and-blue swaddle. Clark from the past really was adorable."
The baby in the escape pod was still asleep, which was only normal. It was a cosmic escape pod, after all, and came with a hibernation function. Even a Kryptonian had little resistance to Sleeping Gas without enough exposure to a Yellow Sun.
The tiny baby had his thumb in his mouth, while the hair on his forehead had already curled into a little ring. He really was adorable.
"Close it. Stop looking. If he wakes up and sees you, history might change again."
Harley, who hated children, said this as she began shooing away the onlookers.
"Business first. We'll wipe out these Gods of Oblivion, then arrange the scene. When the Kent Couple arrives, this place has to look like a spaceship crash site."
"Fine, you're right."
The Fifth-Dimensional Being was somewhat reluctant to leave. He had even wanted to pinch baby Superman's cheek just now, but after Harley talked him out of it, he came back to his senses. He looked toward the giant machine holding back the enemies, as well as the skyful of magical tentacles.
"Pralaya hasn't appeared. Then these monsters called gods are no match for me."
"Oh? It's rare for you to be so proactive." Luthor drew his gaze back from the other end of town. "I was originally planning to head to the family factory and grab some weapons."
Calling it the family factory was a stretch. It was really the factory owned by Luthor's twisted father. Beneath it lay the secret laboratory where the Veterans Club researched Martians, containing Martian weapons and