With that, Jor-El pulled open the collar of his robe, revealing the suit beneath it. On his chest was an identical symbol.
"Just like this symbol!"
Jor-El touched the emblem on his chest, his resonant voice echoing throughout the hall.
"This is the creed of the House of El. In Kryptonian, it means 'hope'! That hope comes from the firm belief that the power of goodness lies deep within every life's potential! I believe you can do this!"
Gazing at the suit that carried the last wishes of an entire civilization, Clark suddenly felt an almost suffocating weight settle heavily on his shoulders.
Save the world?
Guide humanity?
For a young man raised on a farm in Kansas, this was far too heavy a burden.
But soon, he drew a deep breath, a trace of gratitude and relief flashing in his eyes.
"Fortunately, I'm not alone. I'll work with Solomon to shoulder this responsibility!"
Yet the instant he heard Solomon's name, Jor-El's previously gentle holographic face abruptly darkened, and his tone turned extremely grave and cold.
"No! Carl, you must be careful of that man named Solomon!"
Clark frowned and asked in utter bewilderment:
"Why?"
Jor-El's eyes flickered as he laid out his carefully reasoned thoughts in full.
"His very existence is an impossible paradox. Kryptonian society was long ago completely locked down by genetic engineering. Every Kryptonian born has their genetic sequence recorded in the Central Codex. Yet my database contains no information about him whatsoever. As for his claim that commoners secretly gave birth naturally, that story simply doesn't stand up to scrutiny. Even I, Krypton's chief scientist, nearly exhausted every means at my disposal to conceal your birth. How could a couple from the lowest rung of society possibly escape the High Congress's all-pervasive intelligence network? His