"Alright, go pick a qualified team."
The Guardians of the Universe nodded slightly, intending to begin forging the Fear Lantern Ring, and said to Sinestro.
Even if Sinestro could control the power of fear, his combat strength was estimated to be at most on par with an ordinary Kryptonian.
To make Ron, who caused a ruckus on Oa, pay the price, they still had to leverage the Legion's numerical advantage.
"Parallax…"
Sinestro frowned, suddenly remembering a question.
"A Lantern reported that he is traversing the Universe, absorbing the fear of life on the life-bearing Planets along the way, heading towards Oa."
Ron, who defied the Legion's authority, needed to be punished, but Parallax, who killed Abin Sur and endangered the Universe, also could not be left alone.
"Parallax's path will pass through Earth in Sector 2814."
A Guardian of the Universe said with indifference in his eyes, "It will not spare any living being it sees!"
Sinestro suddenly looked up, "I understand."
He remembered that a certain person came from Earth.
A cold smile played on his lips as he turned to select members to accept the new power with him.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a strong wind blew.
Metropolis, on the road to rural Kansas.
In the back seat of a moving blue car, Martha, the mother, held the family dog, Hank, with a slight worry, watching the arguing father and son.
"I'm tired of being safe, tired of hiding; I can clearly do more meaningful things,"
"Is farming and feeding the family meaningless?"
Hearing these words, Kent, the father, drove the car, frowning as he tried to persuade his son.
"Our family has lived off the farm for five generations, Clark."
"It's your family, not mine."
As if years of accumulated frustration and depression burst forth, the young Clark cried out.
"I don't even know why I have to listen to you.
You are not my father; you are just the person who picked me up from some field."
It seems that even Kryptonians have this thing called a rebellious phase.
Clark had been taught by his father since childhood to hide his abilities in front of others, though he could clearly live a very extraordinary life.
Other people's college lives could involve joining basketball teams, baseball teams, being admired by classmates and pursued by girls, but his father never allowed him to participate in those activities.
Other people's college lives were vibrant and exciting, while in others' eyes, he was just an unwelcome, dull nerd from the countryside, isolated and always alone.
"Clark!"
Hearing this, Martha, who had been silently watching the father and son argue in the back seat, couldn't help but shout, sternly stopping them.
Clark also realized his slip of the tongue, turned his head to look out the window, stubbornly remaining silent.
"It's okay, Martha, he's right."
Kent drove the car, looking at the son he had raised, saying with a hint of sadness.
"We may not be your parents, but we have tried our best, perhaps in your eyes, it's still not good enough."
"Listen, Father—"
Clark pursed his lips, his emotions low, and turned his head, wanting to apologize, wanting to say that his words were too harsh, that he shouldn't have said that.
"Wait a minute."
Kent, looking straight ahead, interrupted him, his expression solemn as he stopped the car, got out, and looked forward.
The mother and son saw the scene ahead and also got out of the car.
"Oh my God—"
Martha exclaimed.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
On the distant road, a storm gathered, dark clouds rolled, and a tornado, nearly a hundred meters in diameter, connecting heaven and Earth, rushed towards them.
The World seemed to be ending; vehicles, roads, and streetlights, everything along the way was destroyed.
"Help!" "Run!" "There's a bridge over there."
People screamed in terror, abandoning their cars and fleeing backward, trying to hide under a nearby bridge.
"Hurry and hide, find cover."
Kent turned to the mother and son, saying in a deep voice, then ran against the flow towards the tornado, wanting to see if anyone needed help.
He helped a mother free her daughter, who was stuck in a child car seat, and then helped the mother, who was holding the little girl, get under the bridge.
"Hank, Hank is still in the car."
Martha suddenly remembered, saying anxiously.
Clark was about to run over but was stopped by Kent: "Leave it to me, go with your mother under the bridge."
Splash, splash.
Under the giant tornado, humans seemed so small; vehicles were lifted and carried away as if they were nothing, torn apart by the storm in the air.
Kent braved the strong winds to reach his car, rescued the dog, which was cowering in the corner of the vehicle out of fear, and let it run away.
But his leg got stuck as a nearby vehicle was blown and squeezed, deforming the car body.
By the time he struggled free, he looked back and saw the destructive tornado had arrived, only a dozen meters away.
"Jonathan."
Martha shouted anxiously.
Clark's eyes widened, and he was about to fly forward to save his father.
"No!"
The tornado behind him rapidly approached; Kent turned his head and raised his palm to stop him, his expression more serious than ever, signaling his son not to come over.
The World was not yet ready to welcome an alien far more powerful than humans.
No one could say what Clark would face because of it.
"Father—"
Clark, in a mix of urgency and anger, wanted to go forward, but faced with his father's unprecedentedly serious, solemn, and even resolute gaze, he somehow couldn't bring himself to defy his father's wishes.
Just as Jonathan Kent was about to be swallowed by the colossal tornado connecting heaven and Earth.
A green light descended, forming a sphere that protected him within.
Two figures slowly descended from the sky: a woman with an exquisite and beautiful face, dressed in clothes seemingly woven from green light energy, slightly behind, like a maid.
A jade Green Lantern Ring on her hand emitted a green glow.
The other was a man in a silver suit, handsome with deep eyes, his hands casually clasped behind his back, exuding a faint, god-like majesty.
"What… What is this?"
Protected within the light sphere, Jonathan Kent said in astonishment, "Who are you?"
Whoosh, whoosh!
The man's face was calm; with a wave of his hand, the dark clouds dispersed, and the tornado also disintegrated and vanished; golden sunlight streamed down, falling upon him and the woman.
It made the two appear even more like gods descended to the Human World.
"Oh my God, are those gods?"
With a raised palm, the clouds scattered; with a wave, the storm ceased and vanished; the people who had been hiding in terror under the bridge watched with wide-open mouths as the two figures slowly flew down from the sky.
"What a coincidence."
After doing everything and retracting his hand, Ron looked at Superman's adoptive father, Jonathan, inside the Willpower Shield, sighing slightly.
He had originally come to find Superman to record his template but unexpectedly stumbled upon the scene where Superman was about to lose his father.
Changing fate doesn't just mean changing it for the worse; it can also be for the better.
He conveniently saved Superman's adoptive father.
"In the future, whoever wants to kidnap Superman's family to threaten him will have one more option."
Superman also wouldn't have to just yell "Martha" all the time.
Odin's divine power primarily manifested as lightning, but lightning often accompanied dark clouds and storms, so he also had some control over both.
"Jonathan."
The three landed, the light sphere dissipated, and Martha excitedly ran to embrace her husband, Kent.
"Father, I shouldn't have said that just now."
And Clark, likewise, apologized to his father with guilt and sincerity, then looked at Ron and the cat woman with immense gratitude, his face filled with surprise and excitement.
"Thank you.
You… you…"
After thanking them, looking at Ron and Catwoman, the young Superman's eyes were fervent, and he was so excited he could barely speak.