Alien Spaceship Hidden in Meteor Shower
"The coincidences of fate are truly marvelous."
Not long ago, Luthor was banished by his father to an unremarkable chemical plant within the Group, as if his father had completely given up on the son who had always been known for his profligacy in high society.
In the blink of an eye, his father died in a car accident, and he became the helmsman of the Luthor Group.
On the surface, Lionel Luthor only had him as a son. It seemed natural to leave his business empire to him, but Luthor knew his cunning and insidious father had a backup plan.
Lionel Luthor also had an illegitimate son, who had been well-raised and lived with his mother. He thought he had hidden the illegitimate son very well.
But Luthor was not as simple as the prodigal rich second-generation heir the outside world perceived him to be.
When he was young, he had done some terrible things to attract the attention of his indifferent father, which is how he gradually gained his reputation as a prodigal.
"To prevent hyenas who smell blood from coming to devour the empire that rightfully belongs to me.
I had to strike first."
Behind the desk, Luthor's eyes were as cold as eternally frozen ice and snow, with a hint of complexity. He murmured in a low voice.
"To achieve anything, one must abandon emotions.
This is what you taught me, Father. You won't blame me, will you?"
As for that illegitimate son, calculating the time, he was the son born from his father's betrayal of his deceased mother with another woman while she was pregnant and nesting.
After he saw and confirmed that his father was truly dead, he calmly made a phone call in the hospital room in front of the corpse, sending that mother and son to hell overnight together.
The reflection on the screen shone on his face, casting large shadows.
Luthor still remembered what the psychologist hired by the expensive school—whose annual tuition alone could bankrupt a middle-class family—had said about him when he committed several terrible acts during his school days.
"Alright, Clark Kent, who skips class all the time. From your perfect report card, which you achieved through cheating, it's clear you're a genius.
But you exhibit some worrying symptoms."
The psychologist, with his white hair and reading glasses, who had treated Nobel laureates and the first man on the moon, frowned and gave his evaluation that afternoon, which Luthor had never forgotten.
"Various compulsive behaviors, difficulties in social and emotional cognition, and a significant lack of morality…"
"The insults, abandonment, and denial from your authoritarian parents in your early years damaged your self-esteem. Coupled with a severe lack of care, this has led to a serious malignant narcissistic personality disorder."
"If this trend continues, from my professional perspective, you will eventually become an antisocial person, a delusional megalomaniac, and a cold-blooded animal.
The most dangerous thing is that your genius, combined with your immense wealth, could make you one of the most dangerous people in this world…"
Bang!
Before that psychologist, whose resume was dazzling and renowned in academia, could finish his authoritative assessment in the eyes of the public.
The young, rebellious Luthor immediately jumped out of his chair and punched the old man hard.
"Sir, you think you can see through people's psychology? Observe and determine a person's life trajectory after a few interactions?
Then you didn't anticipate this punch!"
The old man, who trembled even while walking, could only treat patients with dentures from that day on.
A sky-high compensation fee, and his father, who was already extremely busy, had to come to the school to deal with his unpromising prodigal son. He personally apologized and used his connections to suppress the matter.
"So immature."
People always laugh at their past selves. Luthor shook his head as he recalled the past.
If it were him today, he wouldn't have felt the slightest fluctuation from that old man's words.
"Great figures in world history never care about the words of mediocre people."
His eyes revealed ruthless ambition.
"Some people are born to be ruled by others.
And some people are born to rule others!"
There were no cries of lambs in the eyes of the lion.
"I don't know if I will become the most dangerous person on this planet, but I will definitely become the most powerful person on this planet!"
Luthor pressed the button with arrogant eyes.
Click!
The video was paused. The ultra-clear footage, slowed down a thousand times, froze at a particular moment.
A figure was falling from a building tens of meters high, but a strong, young hand grabbed him by his clothes, and the immense inertia didn't tear the fabric.
This did not conform to physics.
"What kind of fabric can withstand this kind of force?"
Recalling one of the many doubts he had about this Superman, Luthor flipped through his previous computer archives, checked, and confirmed something.
"A magical ability?
It can be used to protect oneself and can also extend to protect others?"
It seemed to be a peculiar force field?
Additionally, another ultra-clear image, detailed down to the finest strand, was brought up.
The tall young man in the blue t-shirt exuded a powerful aura, pointing a finger at the camera, as if reprimanding and warning someone.
"His expression of indignation is completely genuine, and the gesture of his warning finger is strong and forceful.
But when you zoom in on those clear blue eyes, don't they look a bit too large and vacant?"
Coupled with past footage of this person captured by cameras.
"If his parents never taught him that it's polite to face someone when speaking to them, then there must be something wrong with his eyes."
"Possessing abilities beyond ordinary imagination, saving people and fighting crime all over this city, thinking he's some kind of hero?"
Lex Luthor steepled his fingers under his chin, his eyes fixed on the screen with a thoughtful, sneering expression.
A plan to capture the beast known as Superman was rapidly taking shape and being perfected in his brilliant and wicked mind.
"Whether you're a product of a meteor or something else, we'll find out soon enough."
The meteorites in Smallville had brought about a series of peculiar events.
When he lost the Wishing Stone and discovered he had somehow made a wish without realizing it, he wanted to continue his previous path of investigating the meteorites in that town. However, he found that all the meteorites had vanished.
"Not only that, but all the meteorite samples collected by researchers from that town around the world also evaporated overnight."
He had lost his memory and the Wishing Stone in the town.
Shortly after, someone used the Wishing Stone to wish for the meteorites to disappear.
Why? Did they not want anyone like him to appear again?
Lex Luthor's eyes flickered.
The meteorites were gone, but the people affected by them were still around. Under the guise of helping with treatment, he established a biological laboratory to study those mutated "meteorite people."
"But none of them have ever been as powerful as this guy.
His strength surpasses a locomotive, his speed is faster than sound, and his body is indestructible."
A one-of-a-kind specimen!
It seemed the meteorites had caused the most violent reaction in him?
"There's another possibility..."
Remembering the information he had unexpectedly obtained, Lex Luthor leaned back slightly, his gaze deep.
More than ten years ago, when the meteor shower visited that unremarkable town on Earth, a rather unlucky fellow was flying a crop duster, spraying pesticides in his employer's fields.
When the meteor shower arrived, he was terrified and desperately tried to ascend to safety. In a near-death experience, he glimpsed something else at the center of the meteor shower.
"It was a spaceship!"
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