Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4482: Revised - 3566 Research on Cats and Dogs (77)

Chapter 4482 - Revised: Chapter 3566 Research on Cats and Dogs (77)

However, this method of use also has some benefits. It can fundamentally solve the problem of Kryptonians being too powerful and hard to control.

For example, Hal can call Zod awake without fear of him waking up and smashing everything around him to pieces. After all, Zod can barely lift an arm right now.

After waking up, Zod was indeed very weak. To be precise, he couldn't fully leave the low-temperature cabin, or he might really face life-threatening danger.

Since this matter involved Krypton, all the Kryptonians were summoned, including Clark and Kara from this universe, and two other Supermen from other universes.

However, considering this was a conversation and not an interrogation, calling everyone together might seem like a threat and put too much pressure on the other party. So Hal took Zod to another room while the others watched the monitor in the conference room.

Hal only stood guard at the side, the actual representative for the conversation was Oliver. Having reviewed Zod's profile, he was curious about what this General really thought.

Although greatly weakened, Zod's Super Vision still allowed him to see the content of the documents in Oliver's hand. He snorted disdainfully:

"It seems you have already been to my home planet. I hope those green flies didn't take anything important..."

Hal was about to get angry, but Oliver stopped him. He sighed softly and said, "General Zod, you should understand that it is because we found this information that you have a chance to talk with us. Otherwise, we could send you straight to the lab.

"Of course, I don't want to talk to you in a threatening manner. Mutual attacks between us are meaningless; I think you understand this better than I do.

"We won't forcefully demand your cooperation. We just want to know what exactly happened on your home planet Krypton back then and what role you played in it."

Zod remained silent, seemingly in passive resistance, but also looked like he was recalling things.

Oliver, keeping his promise, chose not to press him for answers. It was as if Zod could ponder for as long as he wanted, which also showed that Oliver was confident and not afraid of a delay.

Zod seemed resigned, or perhaps he had finished recalling, and said, "You humans always have this meaningless curiosity. But I am not here to satisfy your curiosity."

"In fact, we are curious about why you are here. If you are willing to talk about that, it would be fine too." Oliver maintained his gentle demeanor, though it was the kind of gentleness that was infuriating, making it seem like the other side was fully in control, while oneself was nothing more than an ant crawling on the sidelines.

"Of course, I am here to find Carl Ai'er. Sadly, he always stands on your side, helping you weak humans instead of his own kind."

"What are you talking about!" Clark shouted loudly from the conference room. He believed Zod could hear him, "He's been on Earth for months now, and he hasn't even looked for me once!"

"I am a reporter; my phone number is public. If he wanted to reach out, he could have easily found me by doing a little research. But he didn't! Now he wants to put the blame on me, no way!"

After finishing, Clark showed his call and message history to prove his innocence.

Bruce patted his arm and said, "Even if he did reach out to you, would you really go back with him?"

"I didn't say that. Besides, even if I wanted to go back and take a look, would you stop me?"

"Of course not, what I mean is if you're going back to take a look, take me with you. I'd like to see as well."

"I want to go too," Diana said, "I've always been curious about what the home planet of you Supermen looks like."

"Hal surely got the coordinates," Clark said, "When he returns to report, we can hitch a ride and go take a look."

Hearing the conversation next door, Zod's temples throbbed. He took a deep breath and said, "You foolish, abominable..."

"I suggest you think carefully about your words, Mr. Zod," Oliver said with a smirk, "Even if you aren't afraid of death, you should consider that your spaceship is still in our hands."

"If I'm not mistaken, without that spaceship, your wife and child would be stuck in the Phantom Zone forever. Right?"

Zod clenched his fist suddenly. He began to waver, not because of Oliver's threat, but because he realized that the humans had some unknown source of information.

His relationship with Ussa might have been tracked from some Kryptonian records, but his child had only been born recently, and these humans couldn't have entered the Phantom Zone. How did they know?

Zod took a deep breath and said, "I won't succumb to your threats."

Oliver looked at him with a bit of helplessness and said, "It seems that all this time, you have been the one threatening us, Mr. Zod. We have just been taking necessary self-defense measures. You can't deny that, right?"

Inwardly, Zod regretted his carelessness. He shouldn't have come to Earth without thorough investigation.

But people always have to take responsibility for their decisions. After understanding this, Zod looked at Oliver and said, "Even if you kill me, you will get nothing from me. If you don't believe me, you can try."

Oliver wasn't surprised. It would be strange if someone like him gave in easily.

"Whether you believe it or not, we don't intend to kill you, nor do we plan to harm you in any way. Even if we need to conduct some scientific research, it will not endanger your life. As for your family, there's nothing we can do to them either."

"However, I also hope you understand that we didn't immediately treat you as a test subject because you have something that makes us respect you as an intelligent being. We want to know the whole story, to delve deeper into those things, not to gather information."

Oliver sighed and said, "Mr. Zod, your race has already been destroyed. Whether you want to admit it or not, this is a fact. Many secrets you think should be kept no longer matter. Can we even reverse attack Krypton?"

"We are sitting here inviting you to talk about your past, not to seek scientific technology or Kryptonian intelligence. An extinct civilization won't become humanity's enemy. We just want to understand who you are. That's all."

"Why are you interested in this?" Zod asked.

"Why shouldn't we be interested? It's important to us."

"What makes it important?" Zod said, "I never harbored meaningless fantasies. The Kryptonian civilization has indeed been destroyed. Since that's the case, everything that once happened on that planet is meaningless to you. My past included."

"No, I think this might be the difference between humans and Kryptonians. History is meaningful to us, profoundly meaningful. We want to hear the facts from you, hoping the history we understand is real and accurate."

"I still don't understand," Zod said.

"Well, let me be blunt. This might seem abrupt, but I'll say it. From our investigation, the Kryptonian council was wrong, and you were right. You are not a criminal, but a hero."

Zod was stunned.

Oliver raised the documents in his hand and said, "This is our judgment of history. And this judgment sparks new curiosity in us: if you aren't a maniac obsessed with evil plans, why did you come to Earth so urgently?"

"See, humans don't learn from history, but we discover problems from it and compare them with the present situation. This is the source of our almost endless curiosity. Don't you have any curiosity about it?"

Zod tightly pressed his lips.

"I am no hero." The lines on Zod's face trembled in the light and shadow, like ages of tremors and upheaval, erupting in an instant.

"By human standards, you are. If not by Kryptonian standards, perhaps that's why Krypton perished while humans still live."

Zod seemed utterly unable to bear it anymore. He said, "Do you think this will break me?"

"Your issue isn't about right or wrong, but love and hate." The lines on Oliver's face were similarly like blades and swords, but his eyes seemed like land just irrigated by river water, thousand miles of fertile fields, a flat and open plain.

"You love your homeland, so you want to change it. You also hate it because there were too many things that couldn't understand you. I've felt that way too. I know it's painful."

"But human lives are short, at least much shorter than yours. We don't have much time for pain. It took me about a week to move on. How about you?"

"I've never hoped for anyone to understand me. Because as I said, I am not a hero. You might think of me as a rebel. I've always seen myself that way."

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"Do you think only the successful can be called heroes?"

"Don't you think so?"

"No, we often say 'saints arise from prisons'. People always realize in the end that those who often convict others don't naturally have that right."

"If they aren't quite legitimate, then my imprisonment isn't an unspeakable mistake but an honor, representing that I, at least for a moment, stood against this dangerous beast, making them afraid enough to put shackles on me."

"I'm afraid to disappoint you," Zod said, "Everything I did wasn't for the Kryptonians. I just found that society absurdly ludicrous."

"If you are born to be a General, then no matter what, you will become one. To prove this, I did many outrageous things. And they did prove it."

"Even though I was imprisoned several times in my youth for various dangerous charges, I still became a General. And to repay their trust in me, I did what a General should do."

"What is that?"

"To protect this planet."