I'm Superman's Brother, But I Got Thanos's Template

Chapter 140: The Ultimate Mechanical Kryptonian

A colossal spaceship, shaped like a skull, traversed the vast expanse of space like a massive beast hunting for prey, its sensors constantly scanning for Kryptonian signals.

Inside the ship, hundreds of thousands of Skull Robots lay dormant.

"Kryptonians still survive in the universe.

This will devalue my collection.

The error must be corrected!"

From his icy mechanical throne, a towering figure with numerous nutrient tubes inserted into his back opened his cold, emotionless eyes. He tapped the armrest of his throne, like an displeased monarch discovering a flaw in his treasured collection.

"Still no sign?" he asked his subordinate within the ship.

A powerfully built man clad in blue and red armor, his body over eighty percent replaced by machinery, with only a small section of his face remaining as proof of his biological origins. His jaw of steel and crimson electronic eyes gave him a monstrous, inhuman appearance.

"The specific star system has been locked onto, my Creator," he stated.

A symbol resembling an 'S' was emblazoned on his chest. He spoke in a cold, mechanical tone.

"Once you locate those surviving Kryptonians, eliminate them."

"I rescued you from the explosion that destroyed Krypton, replacing your hippocampus with an overclocking matrix, your brain lobes with lens amplifiers, and replenishing your damaged body with metal smelted from a star's core...

I erased your past imperfections, giving you a new life, making you unparalleled, the ultimate Kryptonian!"

The towering figure with green skin on the throne recounted the horrific modifications he had performed on the man before him, as if bestowing a merciful gift, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"I haven't used my biological shell in years.

I hope you won't disappoint me."

The man, once known as Zod-El, lowered his head in obedience.

"If you encounter any cities worth collecting along the way, remember to bring them back for me."

"Rest assured, my Creator," he replied.

With that, the towering figure with green skin on the throne closed his eyes, as if this powerful body, forged from countless potent genes, was merely a temporary vessel for his consciousness to communicate.

The Mechanical Kryptonian gazed out the viewport at the cosmos. In the direction he was looking, a mature yellow sun burned slowly.

...

Inside the Fortress of Solitude, in the Earth's North Pole.

David and Clark frowned as they watched an image displayed by a signal sent by Jor-El.

"For the past two days, someone has been using quantum domain technology to search the universe for Kryptonian ships."

"The signal intervals I've detected are getting shorter."

"Does that mean the other party is getting closer to Earth?"

David stroked his chin, his brow furrowed.

What did they want by searching for Kryptonian ships?

Were the surviving Kryptonians trying to regroup with Zod?

"But the only Kryptonians still surviving, besides those locked in the Phantom Zone, and Supergirl who is likely on her way to Earth, and the Kryptonians of Kandor City collected by Brainiac.

There should be no other Kryptonians alive in the universe."

"Do we know who it is?"

Clark asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Through the Green Lantern Corps and the Fortress of Solitude's databases, he had learned about Krypton's past role in the universe.

Even though they had abandoned colonial expansion long ago, countless civilizations in the universe still feared Krypton's past power, which had nearly conquered the cosmos.

Now, someone was openly searching for Kryptonian ships.

"When encountering a top predator in the dark depths, shouldn't one choose to steer clear?"

"I don't know," Jor-El shook his head.

"Their technology surpasses mine."

"Possessing technology that surpasses Krypton's?"

David's eyelids twitched.

Kryptonian technology was already considered top-tier in the universe, and Jor-El himself was one of Krypton's greatest geniuses.

This terrifying qualifier immediately brought a certain green-skinned, bald figure to mind.

Someone a hundred, a thousand times more terrifying than Lex Luthor—Brainiac.

...

Meanwhile, the colossal, mountain-like steel skull spaceship arrived above Earth.

The Mechanical Kryptonian closed his eyes and instantly infiltrated electronic devices worldwide. Vast amounts of information, like an ocean, were processed in an instant by his powerful auxiliary intelligence, extracting key data points.

"Zod has been subdued?

Superman? A new surviving Kryptonian?

The Transcendent, an unknown, powerful life form?"

"Mechs capable of briefly contending with Kryptonians?"

He suddenly realized that this inconspicuous planet, unheard of in the universe, had brought a series of surprises.

The Mechanical Kryptonian muttered coldly, and in the next instant, it finished dealing with these unexpected delights.

"Zod and Superman must be destroyed to ensure the value of the Creator's collection.

The Transcendent must be captured and supplied to the Creator as experimental material to study the evolution of its own biological shell.

This civilization called humans needs to be cataloged and destroyed."

He pressed a button.

"First, preserve the civilization sample of this world."

Hundreds of thousands of Skull Robots in the spaceship were awakened. Like a swarm of bees leaving their hive, with flames erupting from their feet, they broke through the atmosphere and flew towards a city called Metropolis.

"Let's choose this city called Metropolis."

On Earth's projection, the Mechanical Kryptonian pointed its finger, deciding the fate of this planet.

Just as it had visited other civilizations with the Creator's will before, it would preserve the city sample that best represented their civilization for the Creator's collection, and then destroy their civilization.

"In the 'Cosmic Garden,' there is no need for too many weeds."

Just like its Creator often said.

On the streets of Metropolis.

"What is that?"

People looked up in terror. Tens of thousands of starlike steel figures descended from space to the ground. Their heavy, hard bodies crashed onto the earth, and the red glow lit up in the eyes of their skull heads.

"Am I seeing things!"

"What are these things?" The crowd retreated in fear, like startled sheep.

"The world is about to be destroyed, and you have been chosen to be preserved as a civilization sample.

We are responsible for taking you over, please return home immediately!"

"Return home immediately!"

The three-meter-tall Skull Robots mechanically repeated their words, destroying things on the street with their hands. One robot lifted its hand and flung a car, which, under immense force, flew directly to the fifth floor and crashed into the building next to it.

Amidst the chaotic screams, people fled in terror.

The Skull Robots launched terrifying attacks, like a shepherd wielding a whip, driving sheep back to the fold.

"The latest news from the front lines is that the army, police, and medical personnel who went to the streets of Metropolis are facing an impenetrable iron wall. The army that attacked the robots suffered heavy casualties."

On the television, the host nervously reported the news, his usually fluent eloquence stuttering.

"Regarding this, Mayor Max Mino stated that no matter what we face, we will use all our weapons to resist.

But at this moment, we need our superheroes.

If they are watching on television, I hope they are listening. Some citizens are speculating and accusing, and I hope they don't take it to heart..."

Before he could finish, a ferocious Skull Robot broke through the wall and barged into the television station. It casually fired a sonic cannon, shattering the desk. Splinters of wood flew everywhere as it mercilessly repeated its message to the people who were scrambling to escape in terror.

"We are responsible for taking you over, please return home immediately!"

"My goodness."

At Kent Farm, the couple watched the news on television in disbelief.

What had happened to Earth?

Metropolis had only recently suffered an alien attack.

Where were their two sons now?

It wasn't just the couple; millions in Metropolis looked hopefully towards the sky, yearning to see the appearance of those two figures.

"Help!

My daughter is trapped under the car!"

"Can someone save me."

"Transcendent, Superman, where are you? Save us!"

Countless people cried out those two names.

I had some family issues, and my dad came home drunk and was causing a ruckus. I apologize, but I can only post one chapter tonight. Including the two chapters I missed, I now owe three chapters.

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