What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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The white figure appeared and disappeared intermittently.

The sound was like an echo seeping out from the cracks of time.

"I am the last note in a forgotten lullaby."

Upon hearing this, as if a breeze had swept by, Clark whirled around and found the voice coming from behind him. A pale hand reached out from the mist, its fingertips brushing against his cloak.

"I am the embers burning on the edge of history books."

Another sound came from above.

Superman looked up and saw the hem of the veil cascading down like an inverted waterfall.

"Of course, I am also an echo that emerged from the little boy's dream... and will accompany you to the very end, Time Lord." This time, the voice was close to his ear.

Clark's super speed allowed him to instantly shift ten meters to the side, but he still couldn't create any distance—the veiled woman was standing right in front of his nose, her breathing very calm.

"You can call me..."

She raised her hand.

A swirling, ever-changing light gathered at the fingertips.

"paradox."

The finger gently tapped Clark's forehead.

At the moment of contact.

Superman saw his memories flood back like film reels—the wheat fields of Kansas were growing backward, and the Lonely Fortress was receding into the distance towards the stars.

Even the flames from Krypton's explosion were receding back into its core.

"Wait--"

Clark fell backward.

He fell into a collapsing starry sky. The last scene he saw was the woman who called herself Paradox, her lips slightly upturned as she withdrew her finger, her face barely visible beneath her veil.

The curve was exactly the same as Ian's smile when he succeeded in his prank.

I'm taking a day off to organize my thoughts.

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Some readers want to see the main storyline and events, while others prefer slice-of-life content. I'll see how to balance both.

Chapter 172 Superman and Self-Awakening!

In the world of consciousness.

Clark felt a sudden dizziness, and his body fell backward uncontrollably. He plunged into an endless starry sky, surrounded by twinkling stars and deep darkness.

Superman instinctively raised his hand, trying to grab something, only to find that his superpowers were meaningless here. He couldn't fly, couldn't control his descent, and could only watch helplessly as the white-clad woman who called herself "Paradox" gradually shrank in his vision, eventually disappearing into the distant starlight.

A mysterious, faint smile seemed to still linger on the corners of her mouth.

Meanwhile, the real world.

"Clark! Clark!"

Louise had no idea what had happened to Clark. She only saw Clark's body suddenly stiffen, his eyes roll back, and he fell backward like a puppet with its strings cut.

Fortunately, Superman's wife, Lois Lane, reacted quickly, catching Clark in time and dragging him to a corner, thus preventing Superman's unconsciousness from being discovered.

"Clark! Wake up! Clark!"

She kept shouting and slapping Superman's cheeks. A few seconds later, Clark jerked and opened his eyes—clearly, Lois's voice had pulled Superman back to reality.

He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying in his wife's arms, with a fluttering white gauze scarf still visible in his iris, as if it were the last trace left by that woman.

"That woman! Something's wrong with that woman!" Clark suddenly stood up, his eyes unfocused, his breathing rapid, and his forehead covered in cold sweat, but he couldn't care less about his own condition at the moment.

Upon waking, Superman immediately began to look around again, scanning every corner of the planet, but the woman in the white dress had already vanished without a trace.

No matter where his gaze moved on the earth, he could no longer find the woman in the white dress; it was as if she had vanished from the world into thin air.

What just happened to me?

Clark looked at his wife.

"You just passed out, and for about half an hour, I couldn't wake you up no matter what I did." Clark was incredibly surprised by Louise's statement.

He clearly only felt about five minutes pass.

"Time Lord..."

Clark recalled the woman's self-identification. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. It wasn't a hallucination, not a dream, but some extremely unusual experience. The other person had "exiled" his consciousness to the outer reaches of the universe with just a glance—something no ordinary being could do.

"Is it magic, or some other means?" The more Clark thought about it, the more frightened he became. Even though his super brain was activated, he still couldn't tell whether the mysterious woman was friend or foe.

If you consider the other person a bad guy, they did prevent a major chaos and disaster. But if you see them as a good guy, their smile and domineering manner make you feel inexplicably uneasy.

"Who could it be?"

Clark was deeply worried.

at this time.

"Woo-wu-wu-"

A piercing alarm suddenly went off.

"It's terrible! The underground base has fallen! All 186 nuclear missiles are gone!" The officer's shout came from underground, and Clark's face instantly turned serious.

Everyone knows how terrifying and important nuclear weapons are, and that's why he didn't have time to explain or think. In a flash, he disappeared from Louise's sight.

"Did that woman take the nuclear bomb too? What does she want to do with it?" Clark was filled with unease. The next second, he appeared at a nuclear weapons storage base thousands of meters underground.

This place should have been one of the most secure military facilities in the world, with walls made of anti-radiation alloy, 24-hour quantum monitoring, and any unauthorized approach would trigger a global alarm.

But at this moment—the nuclear weapons storage area in the center of the base is completely empty.

No, it's not "gone".

Instead, it is being moved away.

Dozens of soldiers, dressed in black exoskeleton armor, are loading nuclear warheads, along with the intercontinental ballistic missiles themselves, into specially designed transport containers and transporting them to unknown locations via covert passages.

And in front of the control room.

Sam Lane is having a heated argument with a creature dressed in the uniform of a five-star U.S. general. Yes, a creature, because the other party's gender is ambiguous and undefinable.

The general was neither human nor female. Although he was tall and strong, his makeup was very alluring, and his every move exuded a charm that could only be seen in the palace before the fall of the Qing Dynasty.

"Are you insane?! Damn it! Walker!" Sam Lane's voice was filled with suppressed rage. "If these weapons get out of control, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

He had always known about the military's flaws, and even considered himself one of them, but something as absurd as this was still hard for Sam Lane, the shortest of the shortest strands of that flaw, to imagine.

"Sam, don't be so rigid. With that woman taking the blame, who will suspect us?" The five-star general of the army just sneered in the face of the accusation.

The sounds are also very diverse.

It slowly and methodically adjusted its cuffs.

"Besides, the buyer offered a very good price. So, in a way, we're secretly supporting our ally." The five-star general hadn't learned many other skills, but he was extremely adept at affected mannerisms. His tone contained both the firmness a man should have and the gentleness a woman normally possesses.

“Revenue generation?!” Sam Lane practically roared. “That’s treason!”

“Treason?” The general scoffed. “In this era, loyalty is the cheapest thing. The buyer is very generous, paying in full upfront and settling in cryptocurrency.”

“If you don’t want this money, plenty of others do. As an old friend, I advise you to convince yourself that we’re just making a… reasonable deal.”

Its voice carried a threatening tone.

"Damn it! You...you guys are really insane!"

Sam Lane's expression kept changing, and his orders were not being given to the soldiers who were carrying the goods, which made him increasingly annoyed and ugly.

"No, this is precisely the proof of our rationality. You love reading history, so you can understand that there are no thousand-year-old empires in this world, but there are families that last for ten thousand years."

"We serve the country, and the country should naturally give us some nourishment in return." The five-star general's tone remained nonchalant as he watched the nuclear bomb being moved with a very calm expression.

Standing not far away, upon hearing the five-star general's speech, Superman's worldview began to crumble. He stared blankly at the busy soldiers carrying things.

Yes, the nuclear bombs haven't been stolen yet, but they are being stolen.

“These weapons should not be traded.” Clark’s pupils contracted slightly. Coming to his senses, he quickly stepped forward and stated his opinion in an extremely serious tone.

however.

"Oh? Superman is meddling in other people's business too?"

The general turned his head, saw Superman, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"These nuclear bombs will trigger wars and kill countless civilians."

Clark warned in a deep voice.

"Civilians? Don't worry, no one will actually use nuclear weapons. We're not selling them to terrorist organizations." The general raised an eyebrow noncommittally.

Its smile looked rather indifferent.

"In reality, everything in this world has its price, including you, Superman. You are already grateful for our kindness and tolerance to be a hero in this country."

A five-star general, in his mortal form, mocked the gods of the human world.

Clark clenched his fist.

However, he ultimately did not wield it—he was no longer a passionate teenager or young man in his twenties, and many political and corruption problems could not be solved by superpowers.

The five-star admiral glanced at Superman's fist, his eyes filled with smug satisfaction at his power. Power was so alluring; even Superman feared him, so what did he have to fear?

“Go save those who have slipped and fallen and almost been hit by cars. Don’t meddle in things that aren’t your business.” With that, the five-star general, who had been dismissive of Clark, pulled out a completely black, encrypted phone.

He walked to a corner and spoke in a low voice.

"Sir, the goods have been packed and will be delivered in three hours... Don't worry, no one will get in the way." This blatant disregard for propriety clearly demonstrates the arrogance and confidence of a five-star general.

"Kacha~Kacha~Kacha~"

Clark stood still, his fists clenched.

He could shatter this base with a single punch and subdue all the soldiers in an instant.