In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

The Beetle's passage through the atmosphere was surprisingly smooth, and soon a huge mothership came into view.

Through the porthole, the outline of a huge mothership gradually emerged——

Like a metal city floating in space, its rough and spectacular appearance exudes a cold cyber aesthetic.

In comparison, their small spaceship seemed insignificant in front of this behemoth.

The airlock door of the parking bay slid open silently like water waves, and the Beetle spacecraft landed lightly at the designated location.

The moment the hatch slid open, a tall figure in Kryptonian military uniform came into Clark's sight.

Zod stood there like a statue.

His uniform was neatly cut, the dark fabric inlaid with intricate Kryptonian patterns, and had a subtle metallic luster under the bright light of the cabin.

The emblem on the epaulettes gleamed with a cold metallic glow, and his entire body exuded an aura of majesty without even being angry.

But to Clark's surprise, Zod's face was not

"Welcome home, Kal-El."

Zod opened his arms and stepped forward.

"As an old friend of your father, I am sincerely relieved to see you return safely."

But at this moment, a familiar smell entered Clark's nostrils.

The pungent smell of metal and ozone instantly evoked his memory of the battle with Jonathan.

Is it the same gas in Krypton's breathing masks?

His pupils suddenly contracted.

Ruined……

An invisible force immediately came over him, and Clark felt as if the blood in his body had solidified.

Like a reservoir that has been drained, his face instantly lost all color and cold sweat oozed out like rain.

Breathing became increasingly difficult, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat.

Clark staggered and tried to keep his balance, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead and his senses were slipping away bit by bit.

"Clark!"

Louise screamed and subconsciously wanted to go forward to help, but was gently stopped by Fiona beside her.

"Don't worry..."

Zod still had that unfathomable smile on his face, as if he had already anticipated this scene.

Soon, Clark fell heavily to his knees on the cold metal ground, and through his gradually blurring vision, he saw Zod's boots approaching him step by step.

"Don't worry, this is normal."

Zod slowly approached the struggling Clark with an explanation in mind.

"You have lived under the yellow solar radiation of Earth since you were a child. Your body has completely adapted to the environment there. Now that you are suddenly exposed to the ecosystem of Krypton, you will naturally have a rejection reaction."

As he spoke, he leaned over and looked at Clark, who was already sweating profusely:

"You have to make it through this on your own, it's a test that every true Kryptonian has to go through.

Only in this way can you truly return to our race."

Clark wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.

His vision began to blur and his consciousness gradually faded away. The last thing he saw was General Zod looking down at him and Louise's anxious face as she was stopped by Fiona.

"Take him to the conditioning room."

Before Clark completely lost consciousness, he heard Zod give orders.

"Let him have a good rest and adapt to the environment here."

Then, his consciousness fell into darkness.

Louise gripped the master key in her pocket, her knuckles turning white from the strain.

She watched as two Kryptonian warriors in silver-gray armor lifted the unconscious Clark roughly as if they were carrying cargo.

But at this moment, she could only bite her lips, force herself to stay calm, and watch it all happen silently.

Every second of waiting felt like a pinprick, but she knew that acting rashly would only make the situation worse.

What's more, everyone here is Clark's people.

How can she, an ordinary person, resist?

In the dim blue light of the adjustment room, Clark lay on the cold metal examination table like a lifeless body.

His strong body now seemed extremely fragile, and his skin, which was once invulnerable to swords and guns, became no different from that of an ordinary human under the erosion of the Kryptonian environment.

A technician in a white uniform pushed the collection equipment closer, and the silver needle glowed with a cold metallic luster under the blue light.

"don’t worry"

A technician said, noticing Louise's nervous expression.

"We just need a few samples to confirm the status of the Codex of Life."

The next second, the needle easily pierced Clark's arm, and dark red blood slowly flowed into the collection tube.

Clark clenched his teeth while unconscious. This was the first time he felt pain.

"You can go to another room first, and someone will receive you there."

Soon, Louise was "invited" to another interrogation room on the mothership.

The light here is brighter than in the corridor, but it still has an unpleasant blue tint.

At this time, several Krypton officers were already waiting there.

Fiora leaned against the wall, tapping her fingers in the air as if operating some invisible interface.

"Tell us everything you know about Kal-El,"

The leading officer spoke, a hint of seriousness in his voice.

"Since the first time you met him."

Louise mentally pondered how to respond.

As a journalist, she knows all too well the weight of words.

"I first met him in a bar in Canada when he was still traveling around the world..."

She carefully weighed every word, trying not to seem too deliberate, but also not to reveal all of Clark's secrets.

Just like his superpower, Louise chose to hide it.

The next two hours were torture.

Questions came one after another, and when they finally had enough, Fiona winked at the door.

Two guards immediately stepped forward, grabbed Louise's arms and dragged her out.

Louise stumbled as she was jostled, her high heels slipping on the metal floor.

"and many more."

Louise said strugglingly.

"Will Clark be okay?"

Fiora just gave her a cold look:

"That's not your concern."

The next moment, Louise was pushed hard into a messy storage room and fell on the cold ground with an unstable center of gravity.

The heavy metal door slammed shut behind her, and darkness swallowed everything in an instant.

"hiss……"

Her knee ached slightly, but she couldn't care less about that at the moment. The most important thing now was to see if there was any way to remedy the situation.

She groped her way to her feet, holding onto the wall, and her eyes gradually adjusted to the dim environment.

The storage room was filled with all kinds of oddly shaped Kryptonian equipment, and just as she looked around cautiously, a faint blue light caught her eye.

The light was flickering, and after she confirmed it again and again, she found that the light source came from a control interface embedded in the wall in the corner.

Louise held her breath and moved closer—

This structure seems to be the same as the key Clark gave him.

Thinking of this, her heartbeat suddenly quickened and her blood roared in her ears.

She reached into her inner pocket with trembling hands and touched the cold master key.