After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Kryptonian.

Different from the known mission languages ​​on the earth, it belongs to the foreign language family.

As a visitor from the outside world, Sasha really didn't know anything about it.

But he is very weak.

Clark spread out the book: "@%@#%..."

Sasha: [Okay, everything, good boy, hurry up and use up your 1080GB memory, and write down everything the teacher taught you. 】

system:【……】

Clark pointed to a symbol in the note: "#%...@%@"

Sasha hurriedly reminded it: [Okay, wake up, the teacher has highlighted the key points, please write them down~]

system:【……】

Everything is fine, nothing is the dog system...

Clark taught Sasha the simplest words in Kryptonian.

He is still on the sidelines for this artificial human.

Teaching him Kryptonian is not only to relieve boredom, but also to explore the depth.

When the god of the world leaves the battlefield, he is the most gentle and patient man on earth.

He grabbed the young man's hand with a thin wrist, and taught the little mentally handicapped penmanship, and taught him to transcribe abstract Kryptonian characters.

He discovered one thing:

Sasha does have a good memory for Kryptonian.

On the contrary, as Clark's second native English, Sasha's memory speed is about the same as that of any ordinary elementary school student on earth.

It was so still in the small apartment that even the screens of the windows were black.

There was a rustling sound as the nib of the pen rubbed against the paper.

The dictator sat quietly, watching the little prince clumsily grasping the pen and writing Kryptonian characters on the white paper stroke by stroke.

For a moment, Clark seemed to be back in the past.

Sitting alone in the Fortress of Solitude, he copied the huge Kryptonian language system from the spaceship into a notebook for interviews.

Despite his super speed, he still copied slowly and neatly.

A farewell ceremony.

Because the orphans of Krypton know that there will be no second person on this planet, this universe, who speaks this language.

Clark just walked away for a while, the little prince lost his pen and stopped writing.

Clark: "?"

He looked down at the paper.

He hasn't taught the other party how to spell, but the other party clattered through his Kryptonian notes, and then wrote "Du Ji" on the paper.

...obviously a misspelling.

Of course he heard the other party's little belly screaming, but the god on earth not only pretended that he didn't have super hearing, but also pretended that he was deaf.

"Clark~"

The little prince moaned and called his name again, which made his eyebrows twitch.

This guy didn't seem to want to study hard, he just put his blond head on his arm and rolled around without chirping.

"Clark~~"

Before he called a third time, Clark took the pen from him.

He also took the notebook away.

When he came back, he brought back the pasta.

The pasta was warmed up but still a bit lumpy.

Probably because he was afraid that this little retarded man would pick his mouth, he sprinkled some bread crumbs to increase the taste.

Sasha came from the apocalypse, and he might even eat shi to fill his stomach. Of course, such a delicate place is ashamed.

Sasha: [Actually, this buddy has a good personality in private...]

The system is very indifferent to this host who remembers eating but not hitting: [He killed you 8 times. 】

Fearing that Clark would not give him food again, he slurped the pasta much faster this time, scalding his mouth to blisters.

He had a rough life before, so he didn't take it seriously at all.

Clark couldn't stand it.

Like pinching the mouth of a fish, he gently squeezed the cheeks of the little mentally handicapped, and poured ice water into it.

Looking at the little tongue that was so hot and soft, he licked the ice cubes in the glass to eat.

"Little Krypton," he finally said, "stay here well."

Sasha: "..."

Come on, I haven't forgotten to give him a dog name.

Thus briefly ended the first meeting between the god of earth and his creature.

Clark is the leader of the Injustice League. They want to promote coercive peace around the world, but they can't snap their fingers like a certain purple sweet potato spirit. Of course, there is not much time left for him to rest.

Humans fight for so many reasons that it is unimaginable.It is not easy to protect the earth, but it is even more difficult to prevent human beings from killing each other.

And he has always believed that his power is a gift.

——No matter what method is used, he will always fight for the weak who cannot fight.

After the Metropolis nuclear bombing, he was the first to kill all the felons in the world.

Right from Arkham Asylum.

Then, all prisons around the world were emptied by him.

then.

He killed all violent men for the sake of women and children who could not resist.

Killed all extreme religious believers for the non-believers involved in the war.

after that.

For the sake of not holding guns, kill all those who resist the ban on guns.

For non-smokers, kill all those who ignore the smoking ban.

And then later.

In order to quell the never-ending religious disputes, he promulgated the Prohibition of Religion Act and simply killed all believers.

Then he finally discovered that as long as human beings have a little bit of power in their hands, the war will never stop.

Thus began the two-year regime sweeping war.

Stopping killing with killing is always the quickest way.

Now the fifth year has passed, and there is no more gunfire on the earth.

Not even vocals.

And no one will raise their heads and shout:

"Superman, save me!"

— even if they do need help.

Who dares to tell him what kindness is?

He figured it out.

Mercy is the poison that hypocrites hand over to the innocent.

In the past few days, the rebel army led by Batman broke through the concentration camp again.

And Clark just returned to the Hall of Justice from another battlefield.

A trace of fatigue appeared on the face of the god on earth.

He didn't set off right away, sitting on the chair in front of the main screen, his bug-like see-through vision directly penetrated the wall of the Hall of Justice, pointing directly at the concentration camp next to the metropolis.

The bat let go of another group of people.

And he needs to check whether there is anyone here that Batman can use.

The direction of his gaze accidentally passed through his lounge in the Hall of Justice.

After counting the escapees from a distance, Clark closed his eyes and looked at the little prince raised in the apartment through several walls.

He left in a hurry, but he didn't forget to turn on the cooking robot in the apartment, leaving an automatic food feeder for the android.

Yet he was right.

Sasha looked like a homeless man, with two quilts rolled up, sleeping next to the wall full of photos.

Behind that wall is the door that Clark left last.

The pretty little face is dirty.

Wrapped in a quilt, he was still holding the Kryptonian notebook, babbling.

It didn't take long for him to read, he seemed to have a feeling, poked half of his golden head out from under the quilt, and looked at the white wall full of hope.

I watched it for a full 10 minutes.

Like a puppy waiting for its master to come home.

The god on earth sighed subtly.

Wonder Woman next to him heard him sigh and thought he was worried about the Rebels: "Relax, Carl. We can't get everyone on our side."

Clark interrupted her: "I'll go back and rest."

Wonder Woman: "? That's fine. I'll take over this matter."

Clark: "Okay."

In the apartment separated by a wall from the Hall of Justice.

System: [Come, come, come.Dog hosts, please continue your show. 】

Sasha was still scolding: [This is so good, so heartless!Even if you have a dog, you have to come back to shovel shit regularly, one level is boring for a week, so I still sleep on the floor every day #%@%...]

System: [Okay, he's here, he's here. 】

The secret door behind the wall made a slight knocking sound.

The little prince endured it for a week, almost breaking through the human-shaped wall, and finally rumbled open to both sides.