Chapter 105: Your God Has Returned

"Zero, prepare to receive the supplies from Kandor City, expand the surface, and create a plaza that can accommodate 300,000 people."

"Adjust the atmosphere to match Krypton's, consistent with Kandor City's atmospheric composition."

"Prepare 7 million basic residential units; they don't need to be luxurious, an average of 20 square meters per person."

"Allocate some positions, prepare a monetary system, and establish a preliminary monarchy."

H'el held Kandor City and flew steadily toward the surface of Zero's Dominion.

Although H'el needed these seven million Kryptonians, saving them had already been an act of utmost kindness. He didn't want to pamper them with a life of leisure and create a bunch of ungrateful people.

Any Kryptonian who wanted a better living environment or sought power would need to contribute to H'el's cause to achieve their goals.

The surface of Zero's Dominion started to move with mechanical precision. Surface weapon and skyscraper systems began to rotate and retract underground, leaving behind a smooth and polished surface with no traces of shadows.

A massive circular plaza measuring 135,000 square meters, capable of accommodating 300,000 people, appeared on the surface like a round helipad on top of a skyscraper, resembling a mushroom emerging from Zero's Dominion's surface.

The atmosphere on Zero's Dominion was perpetually bathed in the circulation of stellar particles, resulting in continuous daylight. There was no true night.

Of course, day and night, or even colorful nights, could be regulated once the seven million Kryptonians were revived.

H'el flew to the edge of this mushroom-like platform and stood there. In this vast 135,000-square-meter plaza, he seemed like a mere ant.

H'el opened the glass cover of Kandor City in his palm. His biological magnetic field reached into Kandor City and stabilized the seven million slumbering Kryptonians. Inside, the miniaturized skyscrapers seemed to have suffered an explosion, pulverized in place. Various instruments that sustained societal functions flowed out under H'el's control.

H'el used his size-altering abilities to restore these many societal mechanical instruments to their original forms effortlessly. There was no need for meticulous handling. He could simply resize them in bulk.

The entire plaza was instantly filled with various instruments. Zero's Dominion used magnetic restraint gravity to pull these restored instruments underground for storage.

Some of the outdated and less useful instruments would be directly sent into material compressors. They would be broken down in the liquid chamber, heated in the melting space, and refined into various elements required by Zero's Dominion through the energy converter.

A portion would be kept for the seven million revived Kryptonians to use.

Some of the advanced biological instruments, talent calculators, cell reconstructors, and more, would be sent to the biological laboratory supervised by Sylvie for biological research purposes.

Larger protective shields encompassing the entire Kandor City's urban system, controlling various city services, sophisticated computers, and social service information control systems, would all be reprogrammed by Zero to reappear in the living area to serve the population.

Surveillance videos recording many scenes from the time of Krypton's explosion, H'el moved them one by one. He ordered Zero to independently organize these images, preparing to show the Kryptonians a scene of Krypton's explosion.

Once all the instruments from Kandor City had been relocated, they were pulled away by Zero using magnetic restraint gravity like a river flowing out.

H'el looked at the Kryptonians, now a mere ant colony, and pondered for a moment.

To avoid inciting riots, the sequence of restoring their original forms and exposing them to sunlight was crucial. Among the seven million individuals, there would undoubtedly be some ambitious ones unwilling to submit to H'el's rule.

For instance, the high-ranking members of Kandor City's Scientific Council, Military Council, and Artistic Council, even if H'el had saved them, they might temporarily bow down but would eventually be dissatisfied with H'el becoming the King or something. They would believe in their ability to manipulate the masses and suggest controlling key points of the empire, attempting to regain control over H'el's empire as they had with the Kryptonian Council.

There was no doubt about whether the high-ranking members of the Kryptonian Council desired and would act on this. They would consider it a foolish yet grand undertaking.

They might believe in the principle of not punishing the masses, not daring to lay a hand on everyone. However, H'el didn't mind wiping them all out. Whoever dared to step forward, whoever stood behind the front-runner, whoever had any objections, they would receive no mercy from him.

He could save them, give them hope, or destroy them.

As for the Labor Council, a practically insignificant council with no significant position among the higher-ups, unfortunately, those who revered H'el as a god were from the Labor Council.

They had been plotting a rebellion for a long time.

"So, let's start with you."

H'el's eyes brightened with a hint of nostalgia. In truth, those who belonged to the Labor Council had the least value when it came to restoring them.

Because even those who intended to restore the Labor Council, those whose talents were locked into labor roles didn't possess the intellectual capacity for political management.

H'el didn't look down on them; it was just that Kryptonians were generally infatuated with their talents. When it came to things related to their talents, they were ecstatic and content.

For example, someone gifted in CNC machinery talents would be genuinely fond of CNC machinery and feel joy and competence in working with it. Without significant mental stimulation from other sources, they wouldn't be able to learn much else.

For individuals with such specialized talents, trying to absorb information from other fields was an awkward mental struggle, requiring great willpower and yielding subpar results.

Moreover, even if they did manage to learn about other fields, they wouldn't be able to outperform those with innate talents in those areas.

This led to workers in the Labor Council being even more reluctant or struggling to accept information from other fields.

They simply couldn't compete.

Even if they tried their hardest, it was all in vain. Utterly futile!

This was the despair of the lowest class in Kryptonian society.

There was no second path for them to choose.

Even striving for future generations wouldn't work.

Krypton did not allow natural reproduction, and this prohibition was mandatory for the lower class. Biotechnology was used to lock the birth of female eggs and male sperm. Only when couples married and needed children were they allowed to unlock this technology and extract the necessary components to create a child in the Creation Chamber, adding specific talents to the child.

The poor couldn't dream of having talents like politicians or scientists.

Parents who were laborers would have laborer offspring, and the upper class wouldn't allow them to break out of this cycle. Regardless of how long laborers waited, any talents that they sought to escape with were already claimed, and there was no room for them.

The members of the Labor Council had no choice but to despair.

H'el was their hope.

A biological field enveloped a group of ragged and skinny slum dwellers. They were slightly better off than the average poor because they held a new faith.

They were the zealous followers developed by H'el during his time on Krypton, believing that the new Kryptonian god, H'el, would lead them to a world-shaking reform.

Unfortunately, they were eventually discovered by Jor-El, and H'el reluctantly boarded the Dawn Ship and left Krypton.

But now, the time had come for him to fulfill his promise.

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