This Kryptonian is Too Steady

"Hahahaha~ Coke, steak, movies, games... how can you be alive without these!"

The old man laughed so much that the white beard under his chin shook off a few.

"What are those?"

The boy looked puzzled. Born and raised in this concentration camp, he only occasionally heard other people talking about these words a few times, but he had never seen what these words represented.

"That's right, you kid should be less than ten years old, it's normal that you haven't seen these things."

Putting down the empty wine bottle, the old man sat up straight, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes: "Those are all good things. They were readily available back then, but I didn't know how to cherish them. Now I can't ask for them."

"Yes, if I have a chance, I must try."

"There is no chance. Your fate is doomed the moment you are born with the mutant gene detected. You will be born here and die here. And those things cannot exist in this concentration camp. Even if they exist, you are not entitled to them." of."

The old man crushed the boy's vision mercilessly.

"Why are you so sure?"

The boy was very annoyed by the old man's words.

The old man didn't answer the question directly, but changed the subject: "Do you believe in fatalism?"

"What is fatalism?"

"There used to be a group of mutants who firmly believed that the mutant race was 'special', and that we mutants would eventually lead mankind to a bright future, and we would eventually live together as equals regardless of each other. It was as if human beings were seeking to be led by others."

Closing the book in his hand, the old man's face became solemn, he blew his beard and stared: "This is all bullshit, big bullshit, do you understand?"

Bishop shook his head.

He is just an eight-year-old who can barely recognize the entire alphabet, how could he understand such profound things.

"One day more than a hundred years ago, the fatalistic freaks and more than 99% of the mutants in the world disappeared overnight and became ordinary people.

Later, those fatalistic survivors called that year the 'Darkest Year', if only things had always been like this..."

As if knowing that the other party didn’t understand, the old man pointed at himself and recounted the past in an unhurried manner: “I happened to be one of the 99%, but I was just born at that time, and I didn’t understand what happened at all. I grew up as an ordinary person until one day..."

"Awakened your abilities and became a mutant?"

Although he was young, Bishop who grew up in this environment was obviously much more mature than his peers in peaceful times, and he quickly guessed the 'disaster' that happened to this old man.

"Who told you to interrupt! Are you smart?"

The old man was very upset when his words were interrupted.

But it may be a common problem of the elderly, or it may be the instinct of human beings to inherit their own civilization and history, or it may be simply to show off how much they know. When they meet the eyes of the younger generation full of curiosity, they can't help but start to recall the past: "The darkest Years later, the fatalistic freaks have never given up on restoring the glory of the mutants, and have been fighting in secret.

Bottom line, it seems like the goddamn god was impressed by this group of guys, or maybe this bastard just wanted to see a good show, and he gave a messiah to the group of fatalistic freaks, mutants Messiah. "

"Jesus? Did he bring new life to the leading mutants like a myth?"

"not him',

is her'. "

Shaking his head, the old man corrected the little boy's wrong words.

"Oh, new student? Maybe so."

Immediately afterwards, he smiled coldly: "I don't know exactly what happened back then, I only know that with the help of this mutant Messiah, that group of fatalistic weirdos pulled the endangered mutant race from the edge of the abyss." return.

Mutants who lost their mutant abilities in the 'Darkest Year' gained their abilities again, and I also awakened my abilities on that day, March 18, 2021, I will never forget this day, this change A day that changed the fate of countless people. "

"How did she do it?"

Shock flashed in the boy's eyes, and he firmly remembered this day.

"Don't ask me, I'm just an ordinary mutant, maybe it's the damn God's blessing."

The old man shook his head and changed the subject again: "I heard that someone tried to kill her when she was born, and someone was going to kill this threat before she awakened. I really hope those people succeeded."

"I also hope that."

The bald boy nodded sharply.

"You should probably understand what happened next, right?"

"not sure."

"Who taught you history...!"

As if thinking of something, the old man sighed helplessly: "That's right, you probably don't have a chance now, and you may go to primary school. If there is no elders at home to teach you, you really wouldn't know what happened back then."

"That year, 2021, when the mutants were reborn, we called it the 'first year of the new mutants'. In just ten years after that, the number of mutants swelled to tens of millions."

He patted the sofa and motioned for the boy to come and be beside him. The old man showed sadness: "With that mutant Messiah as the center, the group of fatalists became unprecedentedly united, and by this, the power of the entire mutant race integrated.

In the beginning, humans and mutants did live in peace for a while, and that was the best time of my life,

But some contradictions are unavoidable, and they will only accumulate more and more. One day, the war between mutants and humans broke out.

At the beginning, the two sides were quite restrained. After all, there is me in you, and you in me, and they are closely related.

However, with the passage of time, the two sides inevitably reached the point where they could not die.

With a variety of mutant abilities, although the number is at a disadvantage, the mutants have always been the dominant side in the war. "

"Then why did we lose and become like this?"

The boy grew impatient and wanted to know the answer.

"I still don't know. I only know that one day eighty years ago, that mutant Messiah suddenly lost control and killed tens of millions of humans."

Spreading his hands, the old man showed helplessness: "Of course, the mutants were the ones who suffered the most in this catastrophe. Not only did they lose two leaders, but they also lost a large number of high-end combat power, leaving humans with time to linger. So much so that they developed the sentinel robot that turned the tide of the battle."

"who is she?"

"Hope Summers, the culprit who caused all this, I was just an ordinary person, but one day,"

The old man took out an old yellowed photo from his pocket and handed it to the bald boy beside him.

In the middle of the photo, a beautiful woman in a dark green uniform, with long wine red hair and a bright smile stood in the middle of the crowd.

On her left is a bald old man in a wheelchair, on her right is a lean old man wearing a helmet, surrounded by a group of men and women in uniform with a big 'X' logo on their chests.