Chapter 225: Are You Me?

Little H'el, with his head bleeding, a wide forehead corner, where tiny blood vessels were broken, swelling and forming blood flow. Drops of blood seeped from the damaged pores, forming a stream that flowed down, reaching his long eyelashes.

His eyelashes held up the flowing blood, obscuring the upper right portion of his vision in his right eye.

"Why can't I travel through?" Little H'el was puzzled.

Ever since he could remember, from growing up in the birthing chamber of the Genesis Chamber, he had memories before crossing, and even carried with him a mysterious travel vortex in his space.

This mysterious vortex space had always told him instinctively that he could use it to travel to other worlds.

As a result, Little H'el had an absolute safe retreat, almost no worries as he acted on Krypton, expressing his innermost desires and thoughts.

Even in the end, being exiled to space by Jor-El, he knew he wouldn't die in space; he would shuttle to another world, be reborn, bask in the sun, and gain the powers of a True Kryptonian, reigning unchecked.

Now, all of this shattered Little H'el's vision of the future.

"Who's fooling me?" Little H'el quickly recovered from his astonishment, recalling each moment of his past from deep memory.

Every second he had worked hard studying, quickly grasping the swirling sea of questions.

Every meal he had eaten from cheap nutrient tubes.

Every moment of expectation, displaying aspirations and ideals, until being exiled into space.

All of these were vividly present, real feelings of exhaustion, pain, hunger, disappointment, and regret.

Was all of this the result of manipulation by someone?

Little H'el lightly touched the blood bead on his eyelashes with his right fingertip, the blood seeping hot crimson, all too real. The blood residue above his eyelashes, like eye shadow, gave him a somewhat eerie aura.

His right hand hung down, his fingertip rubbing the burning crimson blood incessantly. His expression was indifferent, his gaze sweeping from left to right.

The meditation room wasn't spacious, only about eight square meters, with various scenes of spring, summer, autumn, winter, starry sky, wilderness, earth, and sky to help meditators enter a state of meditation, but he didn't adjust them.

So the meditation room remained as empty as before, with only a meditation platform and black walls.

If someone was manipulating him, hoping to see him like a stray dog, raging in impotence, showing despair, self-abandonment, indignation, and rage, then they underestimated him, H'el.

Little H'el's gaze swept from left to right, glancing at the ceiling, sweeping across, and finally starting from the ground.

As his gaze swept across, he began to calmly contemplate. At this moment, regardless of whether someone was playing with him, wanting to see a scene of toy-like despair and indignation, thus creating a fake travel vortex to tease him.

Then their purpose would inevitably fail.

Because now the most important thing was not to vent the despair and indignation of being toyed with, but to find a glimmer of hope in the lonely starry sky.

As Little H'el calmly pondered, his gaze swept from the ground, and suddenly, his breath stopped abruptly.

A pair of black combat boots appeared in his line of sight.

He was very familiar with these black combat boots.

When he first created the black combat suit, he had tried it on several times, refined it several times, and finally formed its current slightly steel-like, dark and cold black tone.

His gaze quickly moved upward, the nanomachinery-covered combat suit covering the powerful thighs, snug yet boldly displaying the beauty of strength.

As Little H'el's gaze moved further up, his pupils dilated, until they reached the abdominal muscles outlined with extreme power and dynamic beauty, the vast chest muscles, the diamond-bordered edges overflowing with dark golden hues. Inside, an 'S' symbol, blatantly presented before him, causing his breath to halt, his pupils shocked to the limit, his mouth slightly agape.

This was exactly the nanotech equipment he had created, the black combat suit.

It looked exactly the same on the outside.

Until finally, he saw H'el's face, identical to his own, standing there as if independent of the void, overlooking the world with a cold and indifferent face, full of majesty, dominance, and power.

At the moment he saw H'el.

Little H'el was shocked on the spot, as if he felt himself tearing apart, as if he were about to split into two people, and then in an instant, everything returned to normal.

Little H'el pondered if someone was playing with him, creating a fake travel vortex just to tease him.

No need to doubt whether someone could be so bored as to toy with another person.

When he was young, boiling ant nests with hot water, dissecting frogs, and cheerfully roasting locusts, all for the sake of fun, to make himself happy.

Little H'el believed that there might be some big shots out there who, for the sake of their own amusement, would give him a travel vortex and then cut off his escape route just to see his reaction, like watching the reaction of ants when boiling their nest with hot water, finding it amusing and novel.

But he never imagined that he would play himself.

Is playing oneself really that novel and amusing?

"You... are me?"

Little H'el felt something was unusual, squinting slightly as he looked at his counterpart in front of him. H'el's right hand stretched horizontally into the space, seemingly doing something.

Little H'el's mind raced with various speculations.

Is this the real H'el?

Or is it me from Earth who traveled here?

Or is it me from the future who traveled through time to tell me something?

In that moment, Little H'el almost thought of every possible scenario.

"You are my creation."

H'el's gaze was cold, his face calm and indifferent as he glanced at Little H'el.

The moment he appeared, the universe reacted, as if wanting to split into parallel universes, giving birth to a parallel universe where he met his past self.

But because H'el was not supposed to exist in the universe, it ultimately did not split into parallel universes.

But because H'el was not supposed to exist, the H'el he created occupied the position of the real H'el, everything was completely different, so a parallel universe should have been split.

Ultimately, no parallel universes were split, apparently because of his own existence.

But it didn't matter, the Speed Force could forcefully shake the universe and create parallel universes, this was the birth of correctness, and there would be no consequences.

"Is that so? What do you want?"

Little H'el's face was stern, anyone would feel puzzled and burdened when told by a stronger version of themselves that they were just created by them.

"You don't have the qualification to know."

H'el extended his left hand, index finger pointing towards Little H'el's forehead.

Little H'el tried to dodge, but his body seemed to be fixed in place, nailed to the ground, watching helplessly as H'el's fingers blocked his vision, tapping against his forehead.

In an instant, Young H'el's eyes closed, and he collapsed to the ground.

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