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I was transmigrated into little Clark Kent (DC Superman Fanfiction)

A DC comic fan unexpectedly finds himself reborn as the young Clark Kent in the peaceful town of Smallville. With the memories of his past life intact and guided by the Superman Supporting System (SS system), Clark must navigate the challenges of childhood while coming to terms with his identity as the last son of Krypton. [End of Volume 1] ------ Disclaimer: "I was transmigrated into little Clark Kent" is a work of fanfiction based on characters and settings from DC Comics, including Superman, Wonder Woman, and related works. I do not own any of the original characters, storylines, or settings from DC Comics. All rights to these characters and universes belong to DC Comics and Warner Bros. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended for profit. Any original characters or plot elements introduced in this fanfiction are my own creations. ------ Author’s Note and Warning: This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings depicted in this story are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, or to real-world events, is purely coincidental. This story may contain themes of violence, combat, and other intense situations that may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. The content within this work is intended for entertainment purposes and does not reflect the views, beliefs, or actions of the author in any real-world context. By continuing to read, you acknowledge that this is a fictional creation and that you engage with the content at your own discretion.

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Year 1998 : Middle School (Chapter 2)

Weekend, Paradise Island

The sun hung high in the bright blue sky over Themyscira, casting a golden glow across the sprawling island. The air was fresh and crisp, carrying the faint scent of blooming wildflowers and the salty tang of the surrounding ocean. It was a perfect day for a ride, and twelve-year-old Clark Kent was doing exactly that, guiding his horse along one of the many trails that cut through the island's lush terrain.

Beside him, riding her own sleek, chestnut mare, was Diana, also twelve, her dark hair flowing freely in the wind as her laughter echoed around them. She held the reins with practiced ease, her posture straight and confident, a natural product of her Amazonian upbringing. Even at such a young age, Diana carried herself like a warrior, though her warm smile and easy laugh reminded Clark that she was still just a kid, like him.

The pair rode side by side, their horses' hooves rhythmically tapping against the soft, mossy ground as they followed a trail that wound through a dense forest. Sunlight filtered through the tall, ancient trees, casting dappled shadows that danced along the path. In the distance, the soothing sound of waves crashing against the island's rocky shores mixed with the melodic chirping of exotic birds.

"I can't believe you can actually go to school, Kal," Diana said, her voice full of wonder as she glanced at Clark. "It sounds so... ordinary."

Clark chuckled, shaking his head. "You'd think so, but middle school is anything but ordinary. You wouldn't believe how crazy lunch breaks can get. Last week, my friend Greg tried to convince me that bugs are cooler than Hulk Hogan."

Diana raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "Who is Hulk Hogan? Another one of your strange Earth warriors?"

Clark grinned. "Sort of. He's a wrestler. You know, pretend fights for entertainment."

Diana tilted her head, thinking for a moment. "Pretend fights? That sounds... odd. Why would anyone fight without purpose?"

"It's more like a show," Clark explained. "It's fun to watch. And sometimes, the stories are pretty cool. You'd probably think it's silly."

Diana smiled, shaking her head. "Perhaps. But I think I'd rather spend my time training for real battles. Or riding like this—it feels more freeing."

Clark looked around, taking in the beauty of Paradise Island, and couldn't help but agree. The trail they were on opened into a sprawling meadow, the tall grass swaying gently in the ocean breeze. Wildflowers in every color imaginable blanketed the ground, their sweet scent filling the air. Beyond the meadow, jagged cliffs rose up, framing the sparkling turquoise waters of the ocean. The sunlight danced on the waves, creating a shimmering effect that made the sea look like it was covered in tiny diamonds.

"You're lucky, you know," Clark said after a moment. "This place is incredible. Back home, we've got fields and forests, but nothing like this."

Diana's smile softened as she looked out over the landscape. "It is beautiful. But sometimes, I wonder what it's like beyond the island. Mother says the outside world is dangerous, but I still want to see it someday. To see the places you talk about, like your Smallville. It sounds so different from here."

Clark nodded, understanding. "It is. But it's not all dangerous. There are a lot of good people out there, too. And a lot of amazing places. I'd love to show you Smallville someday—maybe even Metropolis when I'm older. You'd like it, I think."

Diana's eyes lit up at the thought, but she quickly regained her composure, her Amazonian training reminding her to stay grounded. "Perhaps one day. For now, I'll have to settle for your stories."

The two continued riding, their conversation flowing easily as they shared tales of their lives. Clark spoke of school, his friends, and the adventures they had during lunch breaks and after class. Diana, in turn, shared stories of her training with the other Amazons, her lessons in history, and the wisdom her mother, Queen Hippolyta, often imparted.

As they rode along the edge of the meadow, the trail began to slope upward, leading to a rocky outcrop that offered a breathtaking view of the island. From this vantage point, they could see the dense forests, sparkling rivers, and the towering structures of Themyscira's palace and temples, their white stone shimmering in the sunlight.

Clark pulled his horse to a stop, his jaw dropping slightly as he took in the view. "Wow," he breathed. "It's even more amazing from up here."

Diana smiled, pleased by his reaction. "It's one of my favorite places on the island. I come here whenever I want to think or be alone."

Clark turned to her, his expression curious. "What do you think about when you're up here?"

Diana hesitated for a moment before answering. "The future, mostly. What kind of warrior I'll become. What my purpose will be. Sometimes I think about the outside world, and what it might be like to live there."

Clark nodded, his gaze returning to the horizon. "I think about the future a lot, too. What kind of person I'll be, what I'm meant to do. It feels... big, you know? Like there's so much I don't know yet."

Diana looked at him, her eyes thoughtful. "Maybe that's a good thing. It means we can still decide who we want to be."

Clark smiled, her words resonating with him. "Yeah. I like that."

The two sat in silence for a while, the sound of the ocean and the rustling leaves filling the air. It was a moment of peace, a rare gift in their young lives, and they both cherished it.

Finally, Diana broke the silence with a playful grin. "Race you back to the palace?"

Clark's competitive spirit sparked. "You're on."

With a laugh, the two spurred their horses into motion, galloping back down the trail, their laughter echoing across the island. 

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Later that afternoon, Clark and Diana sat in the grand hall of the Themysciran Palace, surrounded by a group of Amazonian warriors. The high ceilings and intricate carvings of the hall were as awe-inspiring as the women who filled it—each one radiating strength, wisdom, and an unshakable sense of purpose. The Amazons, led by Queen Hippolyta, were among the greatest warriors Clark had ever known, their knowledge of battle honed over centuries of training.

Today, however, the conversation was not about swords and shields, but about something much more modern.

Clark stood confidently in the center of the room. Though he was only twelve years old, his posture and the depth of his gaze gave the impression of someone much older. Beside him, Diana sat with her mother as she watched Clark prepare to speak.

"Ladies," Clark began, addressing the room respectfully, "I want to thank you for allowing me to share something with you today. I know Themyscira has thrived for centuries without interference from the outside world, but the world beyond this island is changing rapidly. And I believe it's important for you to understand what's happening out there—especially if we're going to face what's coming in the future."

The Amazons exchanged curious glances but remained silent, their attention fixed on the boy who had earned their respect through his friendship with Diana.

Clark reached into his bag and pulled out a small, sleek device. The object was simple in design, with smooth edges and a faint, otherworldly glow. It was the holographic projector he had given Diana as a gift the year before, a device powered by Kryptonian technology. Diana, who cherished the device, often used it to view Clark's shared maps, histories, and even simulations of the outside world.

With a flick of his wrist, Clark activated the device, and a brilliant holographic display filled the center of the room. A collective murmur swept through the Amazons as the display came to life, showing a three-dimensional map of the Earth. Cities were marked with glowing lights, their populations represented in swirling, dynamic patterns. Clark smiled faintly at their reactions—it was always fascinating to see how advanced technology sparked wonder, even among warriors as seasoned as the Amazons.

"This," Clark began, gesturing to the display, "is a map of the world as it is today, in the year 1998. The red dots represent areas of conflict—wars, civil unrest, and disputes over resources. As you can see, the world isn't exactly at peace."

The Amazons leaned forward, their expressions growing more serious. Queen Hippolyta, seated beside Diana, studied the hologram intently. "Conflict has always existed in the world of men," she said, her voice steady but tinged with sadness. "What makes this different?"

Clark nodded, expecting the question. "You're right—conflict has always existed. But the difference now is the kind of warfare being used. Modern technology has changed everything. Weapons have become more powerful, and more destructive. And it's not just physical weapons—there's cyber warfare, too. Battles fought with computers, where entire cities can be crippled by a single virus. These things are new, and they're dangerous."

As he spoke, the hologram shifted, showing images of tanks, fighter jets, and advanced missiles. The Amazons watched in silence, their expressions growing darker as they absorbed the information. 

"And then there's this," Clark continued, his tone growing somber. The hologram changed again, this time showing a rising graph of climate change and resource depletion. "The Earth's resources are being used up faster than they can be replenished. Pollution, deforestation, and climate change are creating problems that no single country can solve. If something isn't done, these issues will lead to more conflict, more chaos."

Diana glanced at her mother, then back at Clark. "And you believe we'll need to be involved in this? That Themyscira will need to step into the world beyond the island?"

Clark hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I do. I think the world is heading toward something big—something dangerous. And when that time comes, it's going to need people like you. People who stand for justice and peace, who can protect the innocent when no one else can."

The hologram shifted again, this time displaying an image of a futuristic battle—a simulation Clark had programmed into the device. It showed faceless soldiers wielding advanced weapons, and cities burning in the background.

Queen Hippolyta studied Clark carefully, her piercing gaze seeming to weigh every word he had said. "Your reasons are well founded, Kal-El. But how can you be so certain of what the future holds?"

Clark's mind raced. He couldn't tell them the truth—that he had read about these events in comics and seen them in movies in his previous life. Instead, he chose his words carefully.

"I can't be certain," he admitted. "But I've seen patterns, and I've studied history. The world tends to repeat its mistakes, and I believe we're heading toward another turning point. I just want us to be ready when it happens."

With a deep breath, he gestured to Homelander, his A.I., and the hologram shifted once again. The Earthly conflicts faded, replaced by a new projection: figures and events that transcended human understanding.

"What I've shown you so far," Clark began, his voice steady but firm, "is just one part of the picture. The threats facing the world aren't just from wars or environmental destruction. There are other dangers—ones that come from places beyond Earth, and even from within it."

The hologram changed again, displaying a swirling mass of stars and galaxies. From the depths of space, shadowy figures emerged: humanoid forms with glowing eyes, advanced armor, and unearthly weapons. Among them, a looming silhouette of Darkseid appeared, his fiery Omega symbol burning in the void.

"This," Clark said, his expression grave, "is Darkseid. He's one of the most dangerous beings in the universe. He's the ruler of Apokolips, a desolate, war-torn planet, and his goal is simple: to conquer and enslave all living things. He's incredibly powerful—far beyond anything Earth has faced before. And he's not the only one. There are others like him, beings from other worlds who see Earth as a target, or worse, as a resource."

The Amazons exchanged uneasy glances, their hands tightening on the hilts of their ceremonial swords. Even Queen Hippolyta, who rarely showed fear, leaned forward in her chair, her brow furrowed in thought.

"But it's not just threats from outside Earth," Clark continued. He waved his hand, and the hologram shifted again, showing images of metahumans: people with extraordinary abilities who had emerged all over the world. 

"These are metahumans," Clark explained. "People with supernatural abilities, some born with them, others who gained them through accidents or experiments. Many of them are good—heroes who want to protect the world. But not all of them. Some use their powers for personal gain, or worse, to hurt others. If they aren't stopped, they could tear the world apart."

Diana's eyes widened as she watched the images flicker past: a man surrounded by lightning, a woman wielding fire, another bending metal with her mind. "There are so many of them," she whispered. "How do you know who to trust?"

Clark hesitated, his gaze distant for a moment. "Sometimes you don't. But that's why we need to be ready. To identify the threats before they become too big to handle."

The hologram shifted yet again, this time showing familiar symbols: similar to the crest of the House of El. They hovered there for a moment before the projection expanded, revealing a group of armored figures standing against a fiery Kryptonian backdrop.

"There's another possibility I need to tell you about," Clark said, his voice quieter now. "Other Kryptonians. My people."

The Amazons leaned in, their curiosity piqued. Even Queen Hippolyta seemed intrigued by this new revelation.

"I'm the last Kryptonian on Earth—or so I thought," Clark explained. "But there's a chance others survived. If they ever come to Earth, there's no guarantee they'll see this planet as a home worth protecting. Some of them might view humanity as inferior, or worse, as an obstacle. And with powers like mine... they'd be almost unstoppable."

Diana looked at Clark, her expression unreadable. "But you're Kryptonian. Wouldn't they listen to you?"

"Maybe," Clark admitted. "But maybe not. Just because we share the same heritage doesn't mean we share the same values. If they come, they might bring with them the same arrogance and greed that destroyed Krypton. That's why I need to prepare—to make sure that if the time comes, we can defend ourselves."

The hologram shifted once more, this time showing a montage of magical symbols and ancient texts, glowing in vibrant colors. "And then there's this," Clark said, his tone shifting slightly. "Magic."

The word hung in the air, drawing puzzled expressions from the Amazons.

"As you all know very well, magic exists," Clark explained. "And it's one of the few things I know of that can hurt me. There are powerful sorcerers and mystical beings in the world—some who protect it, but others who seek to control it."

The mention of magic seemed to resonate deeply with the Amazons. Magic had long been a part of their history, woven into their culture and traditions. But hearing about it in the context of the outside world was different, and unsettling.

"You've given us much to think about, Kal-El," Queen Hippolyta said finally, her voice steady but thoughtful. "The threats you speak of are unlike any we've faced before. But tell me this: Why do you believe Themyscira should involve itself in the affairs of the outside world? We have remained hidden for centuries, and we have prospered in our isolation."

Clark met her gaze, his expression earnest. "Because the world is changing. The threats I've shown you—they won't stop at Themyscira's shores. If Earth falls, it will take everything with it, including this island. The Amazons stand for justice and peace. You've inspired legends and stories that have shaped humanity for generations. If you step forward now, you can do more than protect Themyscira—you can help protect the whole world."

---

As the Amazons gathered their thoughts following Clark's presentation, the grand hall buzzed with discussions. The warriors exchanged ideas and debated strategies. Clark stood near the holographic display, the faint glow of the projector casting soft light over his face. 

Queen Hippolyta raised her hand, and the room fell silent. Her regal presence commanded respect, and when she spoke, her voice was steady and authoritative. "The threats you've described are unlike anything we have faced before. If what you say is true, we must adapt—not only in our training but in how we approach the changing world. Tell me, Kal-El, how do you envision Themyscira preparing for such challenges?"

Clark nodded, taking a step forward. "I think it starts with combining the strengths of Themyscira with the technologies and knowledge I've shared. The Amazons are already some of the greatest warriors on Earth, but if you integrate certain advancements into your training, weapons, and infrastructure, you'll be able to match any threat—whether it's magical, human, or extraterrestrial."

The hologram shifted, displaying detailed blueprints of Kryptonian-inspired technology that Clark had carefully adapted for Earth. He pointed to a design for lightweight yet incredibly durable armor made from a blend of Themysciran metals and materials from Krypton.

"This armor would give your warriors protection against advanced weapons and magical attacks while still allowing for freedom of movement. It's strong enough to withstand explosives, and with minor enchantments from your existing magical practices, it could also repel energy-based weapons."

One of the Amazons, General Philippus, leaned forward, examining the hologram with a critical eye. "Our armor has served us well for centuries. How would we integrate such technology without compromising our traditions?"

Clark smiled, expecting the question. "By keeping the core of your designs intact. The craftsmanship and aesthetic of Themysciran armor are iconic—there's no need to change that. The enhancements would be internal—lighter weight, increased durability, and the ability to adapt to different environments. It would still look and feel like Amazonian armor."

Diana chimed in, her excitement evident. "I've seen some of these designs before—Kal shared them with me last year. They're remarkable. And I think they could complement what we already have, not replace it."

Encouraged by her words, Clark continued. "Beyond armor, there are other areas where technology could help. For example, enhanced training simulations. Using holographic projections like this one, you could recreate battle scenarios against different types of enemies—human, magical, or alien. It would give you a way to prepare for situations you've never encountered before, without risking actual lives."

The hologram shifted again, showing a simulation of an Amazon sparring against a Kryptonian battle drone. The Amazons murmured among themselves, intrigued by the possibilities.

Another warrior, Artemis, spoke up. "And what about our weapons? If the enemies you describe are as powerful as you say, how can we ensure our swords and arrows are enough?"

Clark turned to Homelander, who projected another blueprint: a hybrid weapon that combined Themysciran craftsmanship with Kryptonian energy technology.

"This," Clark said, pointing to the design, "is a prototype for an enhanced spear. It uses your existing metallurgy but incorporates an energy core that can amplify its striking power. Against a regular opponent, it would work like any other spear, but against a stronger enemy—like Darkseid or his Parademons—it could deliver enough force to penetrate even the toughest armor."

The Amazons studied the design intently, their skepticism giving way to interest.

Queen Hippolyta folded her hands, her expression thoughtful. "These ideas have merit. But they would require resources and knowledge that we do not have here on Themyscira."

Clark nodded. "That's where I come in. I've been working on gathering the materials we'd need—from Earth, from Kryptonian reserves, and even from Mars, where I've been overseeing a terraforming project. I can bring these resources to Themyscira, discreetly, so you can begin implementing these changes."

Diana turned to her mother, her voice steady but filled with conviction. "Mother, this could be the opportunity we've been waiting for. We've always known that isolation isn't a permanent solution. This is a way to honor our traditions while preparing for the challenges ahead."

Queen Hippolyta regarded her daughter carefully, then turned her gaze back to Clark. "And what of your own people, Kal-El? You've spoken of other Kryptonians who might come to Earth. How do you plan to prepare for that possibility?"

Clark hesitated for a moment, then replied resolutely. "By becoming as strong as I can. I've been training—pushing my limits both physically and mentally. But I can't do it alone. That's why I'm building alliances, starting here with Themyscira. If other Kryptonians come, I'll need allies who are ready to stand with me. Allies like you."

General Philippus nodded approvingly. "The boy speaks with wisdom beyond his years. If we are to face these challenges, we must evolve without losing who we are. Combining our strengths with his knowledge may be the key."

The discussion continued, with the Amazons brainstorming ways to adapt Clark's ideas to their unique culture. They spoke of enhancing their infrastructure, using Kryptonian energy systems to power Themysciran forges and fortify their cities. They debated how to integrate holographic training into their existing regimen, ensuring that technology served as a complement, not a crutch. They even considered creating an Amazonian think tank, a group of scholars and warriors who could collaborate with Clark on future innovations.

Clark listened intently, offering input where needed but allowing the Amazons to take the lead. This was their world, their culture, and he respected that. He was there to help, not to impose.

As the sun began to set over Themyscira, the meeting drew to a close. The grand hall was alive with newfound energy, the Amazons invigorated by the opportunities awaiting them.

Queen Hippolyta rose from her seat, her gaze steady as she addressed the room. "Today, we take the first step toward a new future. We will not abandon our traditions, but we will not turn a blind eye to the dangers beyond our shores. With the guidance of Kal-El, the Great Companion of Themyscira, we will grow stronger, wiser, and more prepared than ever before."

Clark smiled as the Amazons nodded in agreement. This was why he had come to Themyscira—not just to warn them of the challenges ahead, but to ensure they were ready to face them.

As the warriors started to scatter, Diana looked at Clark with a gentle smile. "Are you hungry? Let's go to the dining hall together."

Clark nodded, his smile reflecting hers. "Sure, I'm so starved that I can eat a cow."

With that, the two young warriors stepped into the evening light.