Chapter 138 (edited)

Kara's words stopped Jonathan, and even Martha, who had just approached Kara with a plate of late-night snacks prepared on the spur of the moment, paused to stare at her daughter in surprise.

After all, they were just two ordinary people—farmers, plain and simple, leading lives as mundane as could be.

Mentioning aliens, let alone resurrecting an entire planet that had been destroyed, including everyone on it, was far beyond their understanding. It bordered on the incomprehensible.

Kara casually placed the plate on the dog's head, eliciting a scolding look from Martha, who immediately took the dog away, muttering something about children never growing up.

Kara shrugged, picked up a spoon, and began to savor the long-lost taste of her mother's cooking.

"What do you think, Kara?" Jonathan pressed gently. "Do you think this is the right thing to do?"

Kara paused, her spoon hovering mid-air. She pouted, then continued chewing thoughtfully, her expression a mix of childish innocence and deep contemplation—a dichotomy that would terrify most beings in the universe if they knew her true power.

After a long moment, she swallowed and replied, "To save Krypton from its destruction, you'd have to rewrite reality and history. Resurrecting so many people… you'd need something like the Life Equation. It's not just about individual life but the vitality of the entire universe."

Jonathan and Martha exchanged worried glances, her words taking on a weight neither could fully grasp. The entire universe? That was too vast, too overwhelming.

Jonathan's gaze remained steady as he asked, "It's not about what might happen or the risks. Kara, I'm asking what you think. What do you want to do? Do you think it's right?"

Kara stared at her adoptive father, her crimson eyes filled with emotion. A small smile curled at the corner of her lips. "You've always worried about me and Clark. Now you're making me decide?"

Jonathan smiled back. "You've grown up, Kara. It's your choice now."

Martha, wiping away a tear, added, "In the blink of an eye, you're thirty-five years old."

"Mom," Kara groaned, frowning, "don't mention my age."

Despite her immense power, Kara couldn't help but feel a sting of embarrassment at her mother's remark. Her age wasn't something she liked to dwell on. After all, hitting your thirties tended to make you more conscious of time.

Turning her attention back to her food, Kara muttered, "One more serving."

"No," Martha said firmly, but lovingly. "It's late. I'll make you more in the morning."

Martha cleared the dishes and went upstairs to prepare Kara's room. She even boiled water for a bath. Kara knew her body wasn't dirty—her time at the core of the sun had sterilized her more thoroughly than any bath could. But the sentiment was what mattered.

Kara eventually made her way upstairs, slipping into the pajamas her mother had left out for her. Changing out of her battle suit, she sank into the comforting embrace of her old bed, snapping her fingers to summon her phone.

The screen lit up, and she made a call.

"Wayne residence, this is Alfred. May I ask who's calling?"

"Hey, Alfred. It's Kara," she said, her voice casual.

There was a pause before Alfred exclaimed, "Miss Kara! What a surprise!"

In the background, a familiar voice shouted, "Kara? Is it really her? Is she back?" The sound of hurried footsteps followed.

A faint smirk appeared on Kara's face as she heard Bruce's voice. "Careful!"

Jennifer's voice broke through the noise. "Kara, where have you been? Do you have any idea how long it's been? I've even been raising—"

"Hey, that's my son!" Bruce interrupted, his tone filled with mock indignation.

Kara couldn't suppress her laughter. "Wait for me. I'll be there soon."

She hung up without further explanation, leaving Jennifer stunned.

When Jennifer finally put the phone down, Bruce asked, "What did she say?"

"She said she's coming," Jennifer replied, still processing Kara's words.

Bruce glanced out the window at the moonlit sky. "It's so late. She should've waited until morning—"

"Not welcoming me?" Kara's voice interrupted, coming from just outside the window.

Jennifer and Bruce turned, startled to see Kara floating effortlessly outside.

Jennifer ran to her, throwing her arms around her old friend. Kara caught her in a tight hug, smiling warmly.