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Clark had always believed he was the last Kryptonian left in this world. But now… he had actually met one of his own kind!
His emotions surged uncontrollably with excitement.
Noticing the change in his expression, Faora's lips curled ever so slightly.
"Let's talk, Kal-El. Your people need your help."
Talk?
Upon hearing her words, Clark frowned, his gaze quickly sweeping past Tony and the hostages on top of the Empire State Building, before finally settling on Faora, confusion evident in his eyes.
She actually cares about the lives of this trash?
Faora snorted inwardly, but said aloud, "To find you, I had no other choice but to do this."
Clark took a deep breath and said, "Fine. Talk. What do you want?"
Though he didn't approve of her actions, he still gave her a chance to speak—because of who she was.
Faora glanced at Tony, then down at the increasing number of police officers and helicopters subtly aiming their weapons at them.
A surge of brutality welled up in her heart, but thinking of her mission, she exhaled deeply and forced it down. "This isn't the place to talk."
With those words, she looked into the distance. A sonic boom rang out, and she vanished on the spot.
Clark narrowed his eyes and followed her immediately.
Watching them disappear, Tony let out a sigh of relief and flew toward the Empire State Building to begin rescuing people.
That woman... she could be left to Clark. He—doesn't hit women.
Moments later, the two arrived at a quiet location.
Faora stopped, turned around, and looked at Clark. "I have a few questions for you."
Clark thought for a moment, then said, "And I have two questions for you."
Interesting…
Faora began to find the situation amusing.
"Ask away."
Clark spoke in a low voice, "Where did you come from?"
"Outside the Milky Way," Faora answered flatly. Then she asked, "Where is the Codex?"
"The Codex?" Confusion filled Clark's eyes. "What's that?"
Faora's expression turned cold. "You don't know what that is? Or… are you lying to me?"
"I really don't know," Clark replied sincerely. Then he asked, "Are you one of Zod's followers?"
"It's General Zod!" she snapped.
Clark's heart sank instantly.
Zod...
According to his biological father Jor-El, Zod was a ruthless general, possessing both unwavering resolve and formidable ambition. He would do anything for Krypton.
But Zod had been banished to the Phantom Zone...
If Faora was one of his subordinates, did that mean Zod had escaped from the Phantom Zone?
And if he was here on Earth—what was he after?
Was he looking for him?
And was it all about this Codex? Was it… for the sake of Krypton?
As he thought about Zod's motivations, Clark suddenly grasped the purpose behind their arrival.
Noticing Clark's shifting expression, Faora said with interest, "Looks like something just clicked for you."
Clark asked grimly, "Is Zod here too? What do you want? What are you planning to do to Earth?"
Clap clap clap! Faora slowly clapped her hands, then smiled faintly. "Good questions. But with so many, I don't know which one to answer first. So… how about this—you answer one of mine first?"
"Will you choose your own people—or the people of this planet?"
Clark fell silent. "I won't choose."
Faora's icy-blue eyes instantly turned frigid, exuding a chilling aura.
To her, that response was no different from choosing the latter.
And so, Clark had become a traitor in her eyes.
Just as she was about to lose patience and attack, a deep male voice echoed in her earpiece.
It was General Zod.
He had heard every word of their conversation through Faora's communicator.
"Faora, I want to speak with him."
Faora nodded, tapped a few commands on her wrist device, and instantly, a holographic projection appeared before her.
A tall, muscular man with a chiseled face and a neatly trimmed goatee stood within the image. A prominent scar stretched from his eye to his temple, adding a fierce edge to his commanding presence.
So this is Zod?
Clark whispered to himself internally.
At that moment, Zod spoke first.
"Kal-El. We finally meet."
Meanwhile, at Gwen's school—
After a series of performances, the time had come for the tense voting stage.
The voters were thirty guests invited by the school principal. Each had five votes. Every parent attending the school celebration, along with the school's teachers, had one vote each.
As voting began, every class that participated in the performance grew visibly tense.
Gwen's class was no exception.
Soon, the votes were all cast.
It was time to count.
Some classes received very few votes and were quickly tallied. But several other classes—Gwen's included—kept gaining votes as the counting continued.
Eventually, fewer and fewer classes remained in the running, and joy began to bloom across Gwen's classmates' faces.
As the final votes were counted, and Gwen's class continued to rack up more votes than the others, they couldn't help but cheer.
Moments later, it was official.
Gwen's class had undeniably won first place.
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Gwen jumped in place, hugging her classmates in celebration.
Harry and Peter blushed when she hugged them. Loki, on the other hand, avoided the group with a look of disdain.
What's there to be so happy about?
With me here, wasn't first place already guaranteed?
Mere mortals.
Loki let out a soft snort. But when he noticed the other students gazing at them enviously—especially lingering on him—he couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.
Being the center of attention… envied by all…
It felt wonderful.
Nearby, Mike and Thor clapped for Gwen and her classmates.
These little ones had rehearsed diligently over the past few days. Their victory brought genuine joy to both men.
Though truth be told, it was Loki's wicked queen portrayal that added the final sparkle to the performance.
Without Loki's stunning performance, Gwen's class might not have taken first place.
The class clearly understood this. Their teacher pointed to Loki, and with a unified cheer, the kids surrounded him and lifted him up, celebrating him with loud chants.
"Loki! That was amazing!"
"Loki! I love you!"
"Loki! Loki!"
Listening to the chants, and being tossed into the air repeatedly, Loki's previously expressionless face suddenly broke into a smile.
A genuine smile—from the heart.
Click!
Thor quickly snapped a photo, capturing the rare moment.
Looking at the photo, Thor couldn't help but smile too.
After the celebration, it was time for the awards ceremony.
In addition to a trophy, Gwen and her classmates each received commemorative medals from the school.
Though the medals weren't worth much, they were rich with sentimental value.
"Dad, look at my medal!"
Gwen pointed to her chest and proudly showed it off to Mike.
Mike smiled and nodded.
Thor, standing beside them, turned to Loki and asked, "What about yours? Show me."
Loki subconsciously pressed his hand to his pocket and said flatly, "I threw it away."
Thor frowned. "You're not cute at all."
(End of Chapter)