On the planet Krypton, Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van stood before the small cradle where their infant son, Kal-El, lay. Jor-El held the child, a sense of dread washing over him. The demise of the Kryptonian race was imminent, and despite being the foremost scientist on the planet, he was powerless to save anything.
"Perhaps I can save you, my son," he murmured.
He gently placed the small child with blue eyes and black hair into a miniature spacecraft, a vessel crafted to preserve the last son of Krypton from the impending destruction, the last of the supermen.
Lara wept as she bid farewell to her son, unable to bear the sight of her only child embarking on a journey with no return.
Kal-El was secured within the spacecraft, bearing the symbol of the House of El, and the vessel began its ascent into the outer world. At that moment, the parents stood watching their son's craft escape their doomed planet. Lara sobbed, and Jor-El wept as he embraced her. Suddenly, the planet began to tremble violently. The earthquake was so immense it seemed as if the planet would split apart. And indeed, moments later, the towering crystal structures began to crumble, obliterating everything in their path. People fled in every direction, desperately trying to escape the devastation. Amidst this chaos, another spacecraft emerged from the planet's outer atmosphere, but it couldn't fully escape. Just as it cleared the planet, the explosion occurred, causing the craft to veer off course and fly away.
The planet exploded entirely, and its debris shattered into space, only to be drawn towards the sun, Rao, which engulfed all remnants of Krypton, leaving no trace of the planet whatsoever.
...
As for Kal-El, his spacecraft had completely exited the solar system of the star Rao and entered a wormhole, transporting him to the planet Earth. The craft crash-landed on the property of the Kent family in Smallville.
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In our world, in an old bar, a group of seven people gathered around a specific table and began to talk.
"How are the kids doing? I heard they're doing well."
"Ah yes, they're fine, but they've started breaking things in the house when they play. My wife has become very angry. Man, she made me take the blame for no reason."
...
Their conversation seemed ordinary, but in reality, it was coded language. They were a group of spies gathering information. Among the spies was Leo, the youngest of those present. He didn't participate in the conversation, remaining completely silent. Everyone looked at him with pity and sadness. He had been diagnosed with cancer that morning and was very worried. So, despite having trained and learned many things in his life and being a skilled international spy, death knows no bounds.
"At least I know I'll die in two months, ha. There's no fear of the unknown anymore."
He tried to console himself. Death was part of his job after all; if he was discovered at any moment, he could be killed without even a trial.
Meanwhile, a group of people entered the bar. They were a biker gang of twenty people, and quickly the bar was filled to capacity. The spies were sitting in a corner, away from the crowd. In a single moment and without any warning, the gang members pulled out weapons and pistols, aimed at the group, and opened fire.
"Tah tah..."
"..."
The firing continued until the magazines were empty. At that moment, almost all seven spies in the bar died without any resistance. Leo had been hit everywhere, with no chance of survival. He looked at the group firing at them.
"Damn you, we should have been more careful," he said as blood poured from his mouth. He closed his eyes and died.
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Leo opened his eyes after an unknown amount of time. He looked around and found himself in a strange place. It was a very small room, no bigger than a box. The place was tiny, with no windows or anything to help him understand anything.
"Damn it, where am I? Is this hell? Does hell really look like this?"
He had reconciled himself to the idea of his death at that moment. It was impossible for there to be a mistake in his death. The pain of the bullets had made the feeling unforgettable. He was definitely dead now, but he didn't know exactly where he was. He began to suspect he was in hell, but he didn't know what kind of hell this was.
"Boom!"
In an instant, he felt a strong tremor that shook the entire place around him. A door opened in the place where he was.
"Jonathan, what is that? Be careful!"
"What?"
"Don't be afraid, Martha. I'm here."
"Martha? Jonathan?"
At that moment, the door opened completely, and he looked at the two people standing before him: a handsome man who looked to be in his late thirties, and beside him stood a woman of the same age, no less beautiful, with long red hair and fair skin. She stood looking at the baby who had emerged from the craft that had fallen from the sky without warning.
After seeing the child, the couple looked at each other and then back at the child. Martha approached, smiling at the beautiful baby. She felt deep down that there was a sad story behind this child.
"Don't be afraid, my name is Martha, and this is my husband Jonathan."
The husband was shocked, but after a moment he gathered his courage, approached the craft, and lifted the baby from it, then smiled at him.
"Hello there, little one. Can you talk?"
Martha looked at him and said, "Jonathan, can't you see? He's just a baby."
Meanwhile, Leo was in a state of complete astonishment. Just a minute ago, he thought he was in hell, but now he knew nothing.
"Did I reincarnate as Superman?"