Chapter 112: Let's Play A Game

"Madam Nimda, the three-headed octopus stomach radiation-resistant microbe coating, developed by H'el, played a crucial role in Krypton's deep-sea exploration, understanding the Krypton's core, and creating radiation-proof suits for various physical experiments. His work allowed the scientific community of Krypton to witness new compositions of cosmic particles and earned him the title of the greatest inventor of the century."

"The magnetic confinement nanoboson composite force field, automatic metal fiber repair, each of these innovations is something that can change the entire landscape of Krypton. Even your luxurious attire carries the marks of H'el's inventions."

A gray-haired man with thick glasses, Professor Kendra, stepped out of the crowd, explaining the value of everything H'el had just described.

In his eyes, these inventions and creations had the potential to change the entirety of Krypton's existence. They weren't just about improving the standard of living but also held the promise of exploring the distant future and understanding more about the universe.

Not to mention that H'el had also invented cold-resistant and heat-resistant cereal seeds suitable for mass production, which could provide affordable food for Kryptonians. Unfortunately, these seeds were prohibited from being grown by the upper class.

They believed that no one would want to eat such coarse and rough-textured food when they could indulge in the delicious meat of the prehistoric creatures that H'el had cultivated.

Professor Kendra couldn't tolerate Nimda's denigration of H'el's creations. He knew the value of all these inventions.

He had engaged in deep discussions with H'el, and ultimately, to avoid involving this dedicated scientist, H'el hadn't included Professor Kendra in his cloning and high-ranking plan.

It wasn't just Professor Kendra; another middle-aged scientist with a slight black beard, Dr. Shaad, also stepped forward to educate Nimda about the value of H'el's creations.

Dr. Shaad was a close scientific friend of H'el's, and he had once lamented that H'el had joined the House of El and taken on the name. Dr. Shaad believed that H'el's scientific prowess could easily rival that of Jor-El, and he saw no reason for H'el to give up his surname and enter the House of El.

In the near future, H'el would become an even greater scientist than Jor-El. But whether it was H'el, Professor Kendra, or Dr. Shaad, they all understood that H'el's reputation as a scientist would never surpass that of Jor-El because the upper echelons of Krypton simply wouldn't allow it.

Not entering the House of El meant not even entering the Central Science Academy.

Nimda curled her lips in disdain, maintaining her elegance and poise as a dignified lady. She spoke nonchalantly, "What gives you the right to talk to me?"

Nimda found Professor Kendra and Dr. Shaad quite impolite. Regardless of their positions as a professor and a doctor among the researchers in Kandor City, these roles wouldn't even get them into the Central Science Academy, and now they were trying to educate her?

Educating her about her own family matters?

She felt they were reaching far above their station.

This was a matter concerning the House of El, and lowly researchers had no business meddling in it.

Professor Kendra and Dr. Shaad both found themselves speechless, as if something was choking them, an invisible, overwhelming frustration welling up inside them.

In the presence of this noblewoman from the House of El, they felt utterly powerless. She embodied the attitudes of the upper class on Krypton, and they were left with no choice but to stifle their helplessness and frustration, their faces growing somber as they fell silent.

In their eyes, Nimda was utterly unreasonable, deeply entrenched in the decadence of the upper class, clinging to an elusive and insignificant sense of honor.

In the skies above, H'el gently touched the cold "S" on his chest, the dark gold diamond border with a slight edge.

He had never cared about inventions or creations because he knew that as long as Krypton exploded, nothing else mattered.

That's why he had risked everything to push Jor-El to higher positions, stacking all his inventions and creations onto him and channeling the wealth he gained from them to Jor-El.

But reality had proven him wrong.

Jor-El wasn't any different from the other upper-class people. He hadn't been forced to send his son to Earth out of desperation, as depicted in the comics. Instead, it had been a well-thought-out plan, a carefully orchestrated act that allowed him to send his son into space, steal the Life Codex, apprehend Zod, naturally conceive Kal-El, infuse the Codex into Kal's body, and send him to Earth.

H'el believed that Jor-El truly wanted to rebuild Krypton and had placed all his hopes in his son.

But alas, Superman...

"Heh..."

"I apologize to those who believed in me, who had faith in me to save Krypton's poor. I apologize to those who followed me, helped me in my efforts for reform, and crossed paths with politicians. I apologize for failing to save the planet that held my unwavering goals."

"But."

"I am not ashamed of my desire to become a god, nor will I slander Jor-El's actions. Others will judge everything he has done."

H'el gently traced the edge of the diamond border on his chest, the cold texture tingling on his fingertips. He couldn't help but laugh in the sky, and for a moment, his merciless gaze flickered with warm memories. His powerful physique, outlined by the black battle suit, exuded an arrogant indifference.

"Shameless! They are just pawns manipulated and guided by you in your quest for godhood. Do you think the people of Kandor City have no sense of right and wrong? You are nothing more than an arrogant, despicable pretender to divinity. No one will support you becoming a dictator, a cruel tyrant, a despot who denies equality and freedom."

Nimda's face remained cold, but her eyes burned with hatred.

How dare this wretch!

How could he forget the great kindness and favor bestowed upon him by the House of El?

Without the House of El, he would never have entered the Academy of Sciences.

Without the House of El, you...

While Nimda maintained the demeanor of an upper-class individual on the surface, her heart was filled with anger and resentment as she recalled the House of El's great kindness and favor towards H'el. But all she could conclude was that the House of El had helped H'el enter the Academy of Sciences.

Her thoughts took another turn.

Without the honors bestowed by the House of El, how could he have established himself in the Academy of Sciences, earning the respect and admiration of others?

All the honors and respect were granted to him by the "S" on his chest.

Without the House of El, this wretch was nothing more than a lowly researcher.

Everything was a gift from the House of El, and now, he dared to claim that he had repaid the House of El? This was simply the funniest joke Nimda had heard from H'el in a long time.

Dogs would always be the masters' dogs!

"Let's play a game."

"As long as more than fifty percent of the people support you in restoring the parliamentary system on Krypton, governing these seven million people, then they won't have to worship me as a god, and they can continue to enjoy equality and freedom on Krypton," H'el proposed with a smile.

"You underestimate the wisdom of the people of Krypton. Your ambition and bold claims will ultimately destroy you."

Nimda'z eyes brightened, her demeanor poised and elegant, taking on the airs of a noblewoman. A confident smile graced her face as she looked at Professor Kendra and Dr. Shaad, nodding slightly to signal them.

Come forward now, your time to ascend has come.

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