Chapter 116: Military

On the square, steel cages emerged from the smooth ground, trapping the deranged Nimda-El inside. Slowly, they moved her beneath the ground, closing over a deep and dark chasm.

Many Kryptonians on the squares let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing members of the once-mighty El family reduced to madness, most felt that justice had been served. However, a portion of the crowd couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.

In the past, Krypton had been manipulated by the upper class, tightly controlled by these individuals who had turned the planet stagnant. Even as changes were detected in the planet's core, they remained complacent in their decadence and power.

The savior, who formed the Reform Army at the risk of his life and cloned Krypton's elites with the intention of reshaping the world, were banished into the starry void.

The selfish ones continued to maintain their rules, disregarding the planet itself, stealing Life Codex, and injecting them into their own offspring, allowing their children to escape Krypton.

How could the surviving Kryptonians not feel a sense of melancholy?

Their upper class, these people, had led them down this path, a path without hope.

Even now, among the 7 million inhabitants of Kandor City, there were still many descendants of these families inside.

H'el floated in the sky, his black cape billowing behind him. His gaze focused on a square where there were hardly any blue beams of light.

Apart from restoring the intelligence of Kryptonians in Kandor City, he had to restore them in various departments.

For example, the city's administrative structure, city law enforcement, and the military stationed in Kandor City, among others, were all categorized.

It could be almost confirmed that Kryptonians with the talent of a soldier were all on this square.

The crowd's attention shifted as well, following H'el's gaze towards this square.

General Taylor Wex, a thirty-year-old, was extraordinarily young. He was a member of the notorious Wex family and had slightly dark circles under his eyes. He had a somewhat shadowy and deep demeanor as he appeared before the crowd.

Understanding that H'el intended to establish a new Krypton, it was essential that he secured his own position and interests within the military.

"I represent the military forces stationed in Kandor City, and we are grateful for H'el's rescue of the seven million lives in Kandor City. However, until we receive specific orders, the military will not accept your command."

General Taylor Wex remained composed and deliberately made his voice sound strong and confident. His attitude exuded the demeanor of an upper-class individual—self-assured and calm with a faint smile, though beneath it lay a hint of disdain.

Kandor City had over twenty thousand enforcers and judges, roles permanently held by family descendants sent by Krypton's upper class.

In the military, power was even more directly monopolized. Generals, officers, and those with genetic talents related to the military were roles that common civilians could never hope to attain.

Nimda's downfall had indeed left a sense of sadness among them, but in the end, they would all seek greater privileges and power based on their positions. Otherwise, the 70,000 soldiers and 20,000 city enforcers controlled by them would not endorse H'el's idea of creating a new Krypton unless their interests were met.

To gain the allegiance of 7 million people, including the military and enforcers, General Taylor Wex wouldn't agree without concrete benefits and privileges.

"Oh, please, tell me, what answer are you seeking from me?" H'el suddenly chuckled.

He thought these family descendants would hide in the shadows and gradually vie for power and profit in the future. He didn't expect them to start competing for it now, wearing the badge of the military.

Indeed, they were truly the upper-class elites of Krypton. To be able to resolve this potential future problem all at once filled H'el with satisfaction and admiration. Perhaps, they truly believed they needed Kryptonian military forces.

"May I ask, H'el, what kind of planet is your New Krypton?" General Taylor Wex asked with a false smile, sincerely inquiring.

"A planet that accommodates millions of races from the universe," H'el responded without hesitation.

General Taylor Wex's eyes lit up slightly. "Where do Kryptonians stand on this planet?"

"What position do you desire?" H'el countered.

"Is it a planet where Kryptonians reign as the upper class?" General Taylor Wex inquired.

H'el gave him a sidelong glance.

Krypton was truly beyond saving.

Everyone seemed fixated on securing an upper-class position right from the start, laying the foundation for a system of dominance and power.

General Taylor Wex's questions ignited contemplation among the remaining Kryptonians.

If H'el could lead them to seize a new Kryptonian planet that could survive in the universe, spread the fame and honor of Krypton, and allow Kryptonians to rule over the myriad races of the universe, standing atop the cosmos, and reforge the reputation of Krypton—how marvelous that would be.

A large group of Kryptonians began to stir with thoughts of a brighter future.

"Let's see your abilities," H'el said indifferently, waiting for General Taylor Wex's reaction.

He was truly just an ordinary member of the Wex family with the genetic talents of a general, nothing outstanding.

H'el was disappointed in him. This was what the Wex family descendants with the talents of a general were like? It seemed they had managed countless relationships to attain their positions.

H'el could tolerate ambition in his subordinates, even aspirations to conquer the universe. But the most crucial factor was whether they possessed the ability to match their ambitions and if they truly understood themselves.

Clearly, General Taylor Wex had shown his shallowness and ignorance in just a few words. Seeing that he had eliminated the El family, he now wanted to establish his own position and interests.

General Taylor Wex contemplated this.

This wasn't what he had expected. H'el was a Kryptonian himself, yet he didn't intend to place Kryptonians directly in the upper class to manage everything? This left his own interests uncertain, without any promises or privileges, which he disliked.

"H'el, as long as you promise that the military under your command will have a position and decision-making power above everyone else, the military will become your unwavering supporters," General Taylor Wex shook his head, not approving of H'el's idea of assessing abilities.

Assess abilities? Kryptonians' talents were pre-determined by birth. All that mattered was assigning positions according to their talents. For example, he, at the young age of thirty, had taken on the role of a general solely because of his outstanding natural talents as a general, and the minuscule help from the Wex family behind him.

General Taylor Wex believed deep within that as long as a war broke out, with his innate talents as a general, he could surely win every battle and be unbeatable. After all, he was born to be a general.

There was no need to assess abilities.

"Kryptonians, are you afraid you can't match up to others in terms of abilities?" H'el said nonchalantly.

Kryptonians' controlled talents were, in fact, terrifyingly powerful. In specialized fields, they needed 99% sweat and 1% talent. Especially in the end, achieving the pinnacle required precisely that elusive 1% talent.

Kryptonians, on the other hand, always had that 1% talent within their specialized fields. The difference wasn't in the level of talent but in whether they worked hard enough to reach the point where talent had to make up the difference.

Moreover, not all talents would be fulfilled. For example, the same scientist talent differed tremendously between Jor-El and an ordinary scientist, with the upper and lower limits being as different as night and day.

"Kryptonians never fear competition!" a colossal man standing next to General Taylor Wex, towering at an astounding 2.5 meters, with muscles so terrifyingly solid that they bulged the military uniform, had a rugged face and a gaze that exuded unwavering determination.

He bypassed General Taylor Wex, pressed the blue button, knelt before H'el, and with a resounding voice, shouted:

"Kryptonians don't fear opponents; what they fear is a platform without competition."

"I, Kalu-Zod, am not satisfied with my current position and am willing to serve under you, H'el, to earn the position of a general through my military achievements!"

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