115 Chapter 115: Madness

A red beam of light shot up from the ground, capturing everyone's attention. It represented support for Lady Nimda, and the first person to press the red button was Nimda herself. She didn't hesitate for a moment; she firmly pressed the red button. Nimda was beginning to realize that these parasites attached to the El family were starting to turn against her.

Director Wilf, who had been elected by the El family for the Kandor City Housing Bureau, and Deputy Mayor Dolph-El, who had been exchanged for, had betrayed the El family.

Nimda, with her disheveled hair, wide-open eyes filled with bloodshot veins, and none of her former refined appearance, shouted hoarsely, "You must choose to restore the Krypton Council system! In the history of Krypton, tyrants like Norm-An, Brad-Eck, and Warlord Uss-Or, driven by their own desires, almost led Krypton into ruin. The history they left in the textbooks is the most profound lesson.

When one person holds absolute power, it marks the beginning of their unrestrained rule. Power needs checks and balances. Those who advocate for monarchy will be treated like cattle and horses."

Nimda's voice was almost cracking, and she stared with bloodshot eyes, raising her chin high as she passionately explained the truth to them. In her heart, she couldn't directly call on the El family's vassals to support her anymore. She was certain that if she were rejected one more time, the El family would disintegrate, and all their past honors would be destroyed. She didn't want to become the El family's downfall. The El family couldn't lose its honor.

The Kryptonians in the square looked at Nimda in silence. Their homeland, Krypton, was something they couldn't easily abandon. If possible, they would still hope to maintain the original Krypton.

"If we restore the Krypton Council system, who will govern us?" someone in the square suddenly asked, expressing their last bit of attachment to Krypton.

"Of course, it will be managed by the upper-class people," Nimda replied without hesitation. For her, it was normal for the experienced upper-class Kryptonians to continue managing. It would uphold the honor and privilege of the El family and allow them to maintain control over the 7 million people in Kandor City while working together to establish the new Krypton. What was there to doubt? It had always been this way.

A sharp 'snap.'

A heavy sound accompanied by furious clapping landed on the blue button. A blue beam of light emerged from beneath the clapper.

"Let the old Krypton die!" The questioner's face was filled with anger, and their palms turned red from the force of the slamming. Their chest heaved with emotion, and their eyes revealed both anger and sorrow.

Krypton was truly beyond saving. With the same upper-class individuals leading the Krypton Council, what would change? Nimda was a disappointment. She had never been oppressed, never fallen from the circle of the upper class. She had always lived a life of luxury and wealth, unable to understand the difficulties of being a lower-class person, belittled by the upper class.

A series of blue beams of light began to rise on various squares. The pale blue beams, as they continued to rise one by one, seemed to create a vivid ocean world at this moment.

"What's the difference between this and Krypton?" Hearing Nimda's words, everyone finally understood. Nimda wasn't speaking for the 7 million people of Kandor City; she was striving to maintain the El family's supremacy and the power of the upper class.

"I choose the God H'el. He has been saving us on Krypton since forever. He formed the Reform Army, cloned Krypton's upper echelon, all with the actions of saving Krypton. In contrast, the El family has stopped countless times the passionate individuals trying to save Krypton. Jor-El is the biggest traitor to Krypton, exiling H'el, capturing Zod, stealing the Codex, and letting his own son escape alone.

Comparatively, H'el, who was exiled into the stars, never forgot about us. He came back to the ruins of Krypton to save us. I have seen his actions, felt the beating of my heart as we were saved. I am willing to believe in H'el, willing to believe in the God who will save us. I am willing to be under his command and help him establish the new Krypton."

Dr. Shaad stood with a solemn face, his gaze full of emotion and determination as he pressed the blue button. This press was like abandoning the decayed Krypton and stepping into a new era, giving people a profound sense of an epic.

The pale blue beam rose from beneath him, enveloping him. Many Kryptonians nodded, and countless pale blue beams continued to rise, painting the sky as if it were a vast blue ocean.

Nimda's vision blurred as she saw the sea of blue beams around her. She felt like she was sinking into the depths of the ocean, surrounded by a suffocating feeling that made it hard to breathe.

"No!!! No!!! It's not like this! You damn lower-class people should be led by us, listen to us!"

"You don't listen, you don't listen!!!"

"My son is Jor-El, the greatest scientist, the hope of Krypton. The El family is the hope of Krypton!!"

Nimda suddenly spun around, and relentless, angry, and hateful gazes from all the squares converged on her. She couldn't accept the downfall of the El family, with disheveled hair, enraged eyes that seemed to breathe fire, wrinkled and grotesque facial features. She madly pushed away those around her, trying to seize the buttons, frantically shoving others and pressing down their red buttons.

After repeatedly pressing several of them, she became exhausted, panting heavily, sweat pouring down her back, her hair sticking to her sweat-soaked, grotesque wrinkles. She looked like a ragged hag.

But what made her most desperate was that the red button she had just pressed, with the red beam just starting to rise, was silently pressed back to blue by its original owner.

"No!!!!"

"You are being threatened, you damn beasts, lower-class people, vile scum..."

"Jor, where are you!!! Wawawawooohoooo—your mother is being bullied."

Nimda couldn't accept it. She sat sprawled on the ground, kicking her legs wildly, wailing and crying, screaming in despair.

She rolled around, devoid of the demeanor of an upper-class person.

If she still had her sanity, if she realized what she was doing, she would be ashamed beyond belief.

Now, she was crying and screaming uncontrollably, behaving abnormally. Sometimes she cursed the lower-class people as worse than pigs and dogs, and frantically looked for someone to fight, but she didn't have the strength to do it for long. Sometimes she proudly raised her head, adopting the haughty attitude of an upper-class person, looking down on everyone. She even mimicked Director Wilf's style, swaying her hips and singing songs praising the El family, feeling very proud of herself.

The square was silent, quietly watching her performance.

H'el hovered in the sky, his gaze indifferent as he looked down. The black "S" on his chest was faintly illuminated, and the dark golden light shimmered on the diamond border. His black cape fluttered behind him.

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