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Superman: Doomsday Future

[ALL CHAPTERS WILL GET A TRANSLATION UPDATE SOON!!!] Six years ago, invaders from Apocalypse brought a cloud of despair. When the heroes fell, the whole world was swept into a desperate situation; however, the invaders withdrew without warning. The Earth had survived the most brutal battle yet had also paid a heavy price. The remaining superheroes either died or escaped into the darkness. And people said that the Era of Heroes was over and their glory no longer existed. Now, six years later, when people look up at the stars, their deepest prayers finally seem to have an echo. A new superman has arrived in this apocalyptic future. Support me at [p atreon.com/Vankyer]. (without the space)

ScionOfDegeneracy · Anime & Comics
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Chapter 73 Ancient Krypton Spaceship

When "Clark" was punched by an ordinary big man, blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth, Bruce almost seemed to be frozen in place. He never imagined that Clark would be beaten to the point of spitting blood, unless the other party was a monster of a world-destroying level like Doomsday.

And now, Clark Kent was beaten to the ground by only a few unfriendly villagers from the small ravine.

Bruce stood aside and watched for about ten seconds, until he was convinced that the big man with the stubble on his chin wasn't playing any tricks and looked really beaten up so he couldn't fight back, then he stepped forward to do it. did what he should have done.

This is not difficult, these villagers just look strong, but they don't know how to fight at all. Bruce easily broke one of them's wrists, kicked two leg bones, and gave the last two guys some serious but not fatal concussions. The whole process took only thirty seconds, and the five strong men wailed and fell into the sticky and slippery mud that was washed by the rain.

In their eyes, this out-of-towner in an expensive coat has become the incarnation of the devil. Bruce glanced at him one more time, and they hurriedly began to beg for mercy. But what they don't know is that today is considered to be very rare for Bruce's mercy. If the criminals of Gotham knew that these lucky boys met Batman only with this level of "minor injury", they would be envious.

"Fairy Wood"

But Bruce was not in the mood today. He knocked down these strong men by three out of five, and then ignored them completely. He walked quickly to the mud-covered "Clark" and reached out a friendly hand to pull him up.

"Thank you." "Clarke" was a little slurred. "But if I knew you could handle it, I wouldn't have to take this beating in vain."

Bruce put on the CEO-style smile he used for socializing: "No, I should say thank you, there are not many people who can stand up like you these days."

"But someone has to come forward," "Clark" said earnestly, "especially in these years of silence."

He looked so serious when he said this, and Bruce stared at those blue eyes, feeling more and more like he saw a familiar shadow in them.

Bruce decided to stay calm for now. He pointed to the other party's mud-stained clothes and said, "You look like you need to change your clothes, maybe take a hot shower. Do you live near here?"

"Well, live with Mr. Evans, he's the best carpenter here," said "Clarke." "I've got to go back and get dressed. Go and sit? If nothing else."

"Of course." Bruce had no reason to reject the proposal, "I don't know what your name is yet."

"Peter," said "Clarke," "you can call me Peter, as everyone in the village calls me."

Bruce stared at the blue eyes from the side for a while, but he couldn't see the slightest fluctuation, until the other side turned his head strangely: "Is there a problem, sir?"

"No, no." Bruce buried his inner turbulence perfectly, with a typical smile. "Bruce Wayne. Nice to meet you, Peter."

The bottom of the Philippines, the depth is unknown.

A Kryptonian ship, the last thing Jay could imagine meeting in a place like this. He didn't know if it was lucky or not, he only needed to press a handprint to open every door he had encountered in the spaceship so far, all the way unimpeded.

But as a ship, this guy is a bit exaggerated, and Jay thinks it may be a Krypton starship-class ship. When he counted in his heart that he had passed through the eighth door, what appeared in front of him was still a long and narrow dark corridor, which seemed to be no different from the previous seven doors. He couldn't help but start to wonder if he was spinning in place.

Fortunately, something changed after the eighth door. When the electronic voice friendly issued a "verification passed" prompt, what appeared behind was no longer a static passage, but a rather open room. Krypton's computer console is placed in the center, and dormancy bins are lined on both sides of the room, and the glass cover in the cabin is covered with dust.

Jay walked to a dormant cabin, wiped the dust off the hood, and saw a skeleton in a black uniform lying in the cabin, with its deep-set eye sockets like two black holes, revealing the light of despair.

Jay gasped as he heard his heart beat faster involuntarily. Yes, the millions of tons of water pressure on the bottom of the sea can't help him, and he won't suffocate from drowning, but that doesn't mean that being alone in such a dark and closed environment for too long won't make him nervous, but with a few maybe Of course, the company of skulls from ancient times did nothing to relieve tension.

The people lying in these dormant bins are probably all Kryptonians. I don't know which era of Kryptonians. Maybe they were trapped here for some reason, and had to stay in the dormancy bins to slow down the erosion of time until this little jar became be your own coffin.

Jay stopped looking at the skeletons, they made him sick. He walked to the console. Fortunately, the quality of Krypton's technology seemed to be really reliable. This old machine, which was even a few digits old, could still be activated.

The machine was activated, and the light created a virtual image in the air behind the console, condensing the shape of a human face little by little, and said with a professional smile: "Good afternoon, sir. Is there anything I can help with? is it yours?"

Jay thought about it. "This ship, what does it do?"

"The Ketan Sage is an alien research ship on Krypton. It was personally dispatched by Rao, the god of ancient Krypton. The purpose of the mission is to explore new habitable planets."

Rao? Is that the Kryptonian god Kara always talks about?

"Then why is it on Earth?" Jay asked again. "Is it related to the unusual climate on the sea?"

"Sorry, this question cannot be answered." The AI ​​said mechanically, "The Ketan Sage has never approached this solar system in its route, and the reason for its appearance on Earth is unknown. About 20,000 years ago, the Ketan Sage was Encountered by an unexplained space-time storm, the spacecraft fell into an unknown time turbulence, drifting uncontrollably with the current, and after a series of futile attempts, the captain decided to put all the crew into the dormant cabin, waiting for the opportunity to escape."

But they never escaped, until they became dry bones in their dormant cell.

"One last question," Jay briefly cast aside his grief for his 20,000-year-old compatriots, and focused on the business at hand, "I have two companions who are lost around here, both Earthlings. Can you help me find them?"

"Yes, I can." The AI ​​replied unexpectedly and simply, "They are on this ship, and I can show you the way."