The Richest Man in the DC World

The brilliance of Superman did not bring any changes to Clark Kent's life. He is still a reporter for the Planet Daily, and he has just been a regular for half a year, and his salary is less than one-tenth of his girlfriend's.

It's nothing, Louise doesn't care, even if he cares, he can't change it.

The job of a reporter is not as comfortable as imagined. Every day, I have to rush to write, including the entertainment section, sports section, political section, and the core of the Planet Daily-superheroes.

Batman Superman is the focus of attention, and the newly-emerged Green Lantern is also one of the targets. According to the photos taken, Green Lantern seems to be missing three fingers. The editor deduced that there must be an unknown story in it, and ordered him to dig it out with all his strength.

Ok?

Clark shrugged. What could he do?

Put on your combat suit and run up to Green Lantern and ask him why you lost your three fingers.

Such a stupid thing would not be done.

Compared with other superheroes, Clark prefers to write his own manuscripts. He wants to tell the world that Superman is not a god, but an ordinary person who wants to do something for the world.

The hours of work passed silently, until a strange voice sounded,

"You like this planet very much."

Clark's body was slightly stiff, and with his super senses, he didn't realize that there was an extra person in front of him.

The person who came was suspended in mid-air, with gray-blue long hair, dull eyes, completely naked upper body, and dense scars on his strong muscles.

Clark stood up, tensing his body instinctively,

"Who are you? Why are you at my house?" While talking, he looked at the clock. It was six in the afternoon. Fortunately, there were still two hours before Louise came home.

"It's really like it!"

The visitor muttered to himself, and retrieved the memory buried deep in his heart from that familiar face, "It's exactly the same as your father when he was young, the past is always memorable."

"Joe, I saw your child."

Kryptonian!

Clark frowned slightly. Apart from Kara, this was the first time he met someone who mastered Kryptonian language.

"How did you know my father's name?"

"My name is Har, from Krypton."

After the sentence fell, Clark's face immediately changed, "How is it possible?"

Two years ago, Kara drove the Fortress of Solitude to the Krypton star system to look for survivors, but found nothing. Since then, he has never thought of going back to see.

Now that Krypton has perished, let it become history. The past cannot be found, and the most important thing is to live in the present.

He is a child who grew up on Earth and doesn't have much affection for Krypton.

The visitor seemed to be aware of Clark's vigilance, and said slowly, "Where is Kara? If you find her, you will naturally understand my identity."

"You know Carla?"

The visitor showed a trace of nostalgia, and his tone was more gentle,

"When she was a little girl, she often pestered me. I wonder if she still remembers what happened decades ago after all these years." After a pause, she continued,

"Son of Al, don't be nervous. I won't hurt you, let alone Kara. I just want to chat with you, as an elder and friend."

Clark remained silent. The mysterious man brought him pressure he had never felt before. It was as if a stone was blocked deep in his heart, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

The other party claimed to be an old friend of his father, and also met Kara. Could it really be from Krypton... After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and sent Kara a text message: Do you know a Kryptonian named Har?

...

Many things in the world are a process from strangeness to habit.

When she first arrived on Earth, Kara didn't like this backward and barbaric life planet at all.

As the living time grew, her senses changed unconsciously. She began to get in touch with the things around her, learned to enjoy food, integrated into life, had a master, friends, and a job (although it was forced).

He refuses to admit it, but he already regards the earth as his second home in his heart.

The memory of Krypton has gradually become a picture buried deep in the memory, and it will become history in a few years, and it is not impossible to talk before tea and after dinner.

In short, she is very satisfied with her current life, and she has given up the idea of ​​rebuilding Krypton, until the text message came, and everything changed.

"Hale!"

Linda muttered to herself, stood up directly, rushed out of the window, and disappeared into the sky.

Half a minute later, Linda in a professional suit came to Clark's house, and when she saw the tall figure suspended in mid-air, she froze in shock,

"Hal, it's you, you... you're actually alive."

"Long time no see, Kara."

A rare tenderness appeared in the visitor's eyes, "So you never grew up."

In my memory, Kara was a lively little girl. I didn't expect that after decades, that girl still hadn't grown up. Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling a little more doubtful.

Judging from their appearance, Clark is at least twenty-five years old, and Kara is only twenty. The two are not like siblings, but like siblings.

Linda was pleasantly surprised, "How did you come to Earth, how about Krypton, are there any survivors? My father, he... is he still alive?"

"Sorry, I didn't find any trace of your father. There are survivors on Krypton, and there are not many left."

"yes?"

A trace of disappointment flashed in Kara's eyes, and she quickly calmed down. She pulled Hall to ask some questions, and in a daze, the two returned to decades ago. At that time, Linda was still young, and she stayed in the laboratory all day without anyone She played, except for Haier who was the experimental subject.

The two chatted a lot about the past, and Clark relaxed as he listened. It seemed that this mysterious man named Haier was not lying, and that he was indeed his father's friend.

Unknowingly, the time came to seven o'clock in the evening, and the two talked for a whole hour.

"Where do you live now? Go to my house, and I'll let the chef prepare the best food for you."

Haier shook his head with a smile. He was relieved by Kara's lively and cheerful, but he came here with more important things.

"follow me."

Putting his hands on the shoulders of the two, the next second, the three of them appeared in a mysterious and grand building. Linda was very uncomfortable with the distorted sense of space, and Clark looked at everything around him in shock.

universe? Moon?

In the blink of an eye, it has traveled hundreds of thousands of kilometers to outer space. What a terrifying force it is.

"Kara, Carl, I have something very important to ask you."

Haier looked at the two seriously, with an extremely solemn expression,

"Would you like to go back to Krypton and meet your former parents?"

One sentence stunned both of them at the same time, Carla hesitated,

"What are you talking about, back to Krypton? I've been there, and there's nothing, not even a fragment."

"Not the present Krypton, but the past."

Haier clenched his fists tightly, with strong anticipation in his brows,

"Descendants of the Al family, I want to take you back to Krypton fifty years ago to stop that catastrophe."