Chapter 279： 73. Clark's Anomaly
Chapter 279 73, Clark's Anomaly
"Because both Fura-O and I have the genes of elite fighters, those inferior fighters, as well as the scientist genes, will pollute our noble elite fighter bloodline, so I think that even if genetic matching is to be performed, among all Kryptonians , only you are the best candidate to pair with us." Fiorra said seriously.
"Ah, this..."
Rorschach coughed lightly, "Fio-la, I said that we want to promote natural pregnancy, but we don't force genetic matching for everyone. We are all individuals with self-awareness..."
"I think you should learn about the emotional culture on Earth. Before two people combine, you must first understand each other and develop an emotion called...'love' instead of having children to increase the population."
"Fio-la, do you know what...'love' is?"
Hearing Rorschach's question, Fiore shook his head blankly, but nodded again: "Maybe I know, just as I love Krypton deeply, our nation, and its people, I would like to Dedicated his life for Krypton."
"Yes, this is love, but we are talking about love for another person, because only the offspring bred with the person you love will be regarded as treasures." Rorschach has always felt that Krypton's family system is very deformity.
All children are not conceived naturally, but are combined with gene sequences through the code of life, and then cultivated through the gestation cabin.
The Kryptonian family is more like a small group of carriers of the same type of gene.
Fio-Ra was silent for a moment, "Your Highness Rao, I am willing to dedicate my life for you. In fact, all Kryptonians are willing to dedicate their lives for you, so according to what you said, all female warriors are willing to bear children for you , but those inferior female warriors will pollute your noble genes, so I suggest, in the form of orders, let them obey the orders of genetic pairing."
"Not so, not so..."
Rorschach found it difficult to instill human concepts of love into a female warrior whose mind was full of muscles.
He pondered for a while: "Well, next time I come back, I will bring you some film and television works about love on Earth. Krypton used to be too indifferent, as if everyone was just a screw that pushed Krypton forward. , not a thinking, emotional person, it is very dangerous, it is time to make some changes."
"Of course, His Royal Highness Rao, I will definitely study the emotional culture on Earth." Fio Ra promised.
Luo Xia glanced at the light curtain on her wrist: "Don't mention things like genetic pairing, but when building planetary infrastructure, you can let male and female Kryptonian fighters work together. It would be even better if you can cultivate relationships." .”
The so-called men and women match, work is not tiring.
After dismissing Fio-La, Rorschach sighed, although he only needs to move his fingers now, and all Kryptonian female warriors on Mars can communicate with him in depth.
However, what is the difference between this kind of in-depth communication without an emotional foundation and the young model in the club.
Didn't continue to worry about this, Rorschach went to the arsenal alone, and seized the time to use the blood of Doomsday to reforge the Black Death Sword.
...
Metropolis.
Planet Daily.
Clark Kent had a quarrel with the editor-in-chief just now. Because of a trivial matter, the editor-in-chief belittled a few words about the report written by Clark, but Clark felt a nameless anger in his heart, and slapped the editor-in-chief on the desk, The table was shattered.
This is the result of Clark finally restraining his strength.
If there is no force in the end, it is estimated that there will be a sonic boom.
"Watt sent... Are you a country bumpkin going to rebel? Come on, call the police, bumpkin, I'm going to fire you." Editor-in-chief Perry White was quite frightened by Clark's actions.
He curled up in a corner of the office, looking at Clark in horror.
In the past, this strong and cow-like country bumpkin had a very weak temper. Editor-in-chief Perry White made things difficult for him more than once, and the other party was submissive, not to mention slapping the table, and he didn't even say a word of complaint.
Today, I don’t know what’s going on, I’m a different person all of a sudden.
People outside heard the movement in the editor-in-chief's office, and immediately surrounded him. Louise Lane was also quite frightened. She rushed into the editor-in-chief's office and looked at Clark in disbelief.
"Hey Smallwell, what's going on with you today?"
Smallwell is Louise's nickname for Clark, which means country boy.
She stepped forward and tugged on Clark's sleeve, trying to calm Clark down.
"Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me, I just... feel very bad."
Clark looked at Louise with some guilt. He tried hard to control his bad emotions, took a deep breath, and said to editor-in-chief Perry White: "I'm sorry, Mr. White, I will compensate you for the money on your table."
"Don't get close to me, stay away from me, God, why do you have so much strength."
Editor-in-Chief Perry White glanced at the broken desk with lingering fear. If he had been slapped on his face, he would probably have his head blown off, "Maybe I'm too strict with you, but I suggest you go to See a psychiatrist, you must give me an explanation for what happened today, otherwise I will suggest to the newspaper to fire you."
As soon as he heard that the editor-in-chief still wanted to fire himself, Clark subconsciously took a step forward. His hands seemed to be out of the control of the brain at all, and he wanted to pinch the other party to death.
However, he quickly noticed his abnormality, suppressed the urge to crush the other party to death, and forced a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, Mr. White, I'm going to see a psychiatrist now, I'm really sorry."
After finishing speaking, Clark turned and left.
Louis was worried about Clark's situation. She said to editor-in-chief Perry White, 'I'll buy you a new desk later', and then chased him out.
Louis took Clark to a corner where there was no one in the newspaper office, and asked with concern:
"Clark, what's wrong with you?"
"I don't know, Louise, this kind of situation has never happened before, I always feel inexplicable now... Anger, yes, I feel very angry, like a powder keg, it will explode at one point..." Clark said Sometimes, he was trying to suppress his rage.
"Is it the influence of kryptonite on you? The gang of robbers last night, why did they have kryptonite weapons? Batman gave them?" Louise thought about it, only thinking that what happened today would be It will have something to do with last night's kryptonite.
But Clark shook his head: "I asked Batman, and he didn't lose any kryptonite weapons. It shouldn't be because of kryptonite. After all, I was injured by kryptonite before, and this situation has never happened."
"But if it wasn't Batman's side, where did the robbers get the kryptonite?" Louise was infected by Clark's emotions and became a little irritable.
"Where in this world besides Batman, there may be one person who owns kryptonite."
"Who?"
"Lex Luthor, when I was in high school, Lex's father invested in a factory in the small town of Smallville, and they dug out a batch of kryptonite around the factory..." Clark recalled.
Louise didn't understand: "Aren't you good friends with Lex? Whether it's Clark or your other identity, if it's him, could it be that the kryptonite weapons in the hands of the robbers came from Lex? out?"
"Friend...Maybe something went wrong between us." Clark had a headache.
The matter about the statue of heroes in Central Park must have deepened Lex Luthor's suspicion of him, and Clark felt that he needed to have a good talk with him.
While speaking, Clark suddenly turned his head and looked out the window: "Louise, there is another robbery, you cover for me."
"Okay, Clark, if you can't stabilize your mood, ask other Kryptonians, maybe they will know something." Louise took Clark to a corner where no one was around, and quickly kissed Clark on the face. Take a sip.
The lover's kiss eased Clark's irritable mood. He showed a bright smile, tore off his coat, revealed the Superman uniform inside, and flew to the sky through the window.
(end of this chapter)
"Because both Fura-O and I have the genes of elite fighters, those inferior fighters, as well as the scientist genes, will pollute our noble elite fighter bloodline, so I think that even if genetic matching is to be performed, among all Kryptonians , only you are the best candidate to pair with us." Fiorra said seriously.
"Ah, this..."
Rorschach coughed lightly, "Fio-la, I said that we want to promote natural pregnancy, but we don't force genetic matching for everyone. We are all individuals with self-awareness..."
"I think you should learn about the emotional culture on Earth. Before two people combine, you must first understand each other and develop an emotion called...'love' instead of having children to increase the population."
"Fio-la, do you know what...'love' is?"
Hearing Rorschach's question, Fiore shook his head blankly, but nodded again: "Maybe I know, just as I love Krypton deeply, our nation, and its people, I would like to Dedicated his life for Krypton."
"Yes, this is love, but we are talking about love for another person, because only the offspring bred with the person you love will be regarded as treasures." Rorschach has always felt that Krypton's family system is very deformity.
All children are not conceived naturally, but are combined with gene sequences through the code of life, and then cultivated through the gestation cabin.
The Kryptonian family is more like a small group of carriers of the same type of gene.
Fio-Ra was silent for a moment, "Your Highness Rao, I am willing to dedicate my life for you. In fact, all Kryptonians are willing to dedicate their lives for you, so according to what you said, all female warriors are willing to bear children for you , but those inferior female warriors will pollute your noble genes, so I suggest, in the form of orders, let them obey the orders of genetic pairing."
"Not so, not so..."
Rorschach found it difficult to instill human concepts of love into a female warrior whose mind was full of muscles.
He pondered for a while: "Well, next time I come back, I will bring you some film and television works about love on Earth. Krypton used to be too indifferent, as if everyone was just a screw that pushed Krypton forward. , not a thinking, emotional person, it is very dangerous, it is time to make some changes."
"Of course, His Royal Highness Rao, I will definitely study the emotional culture on Earth." Fio Ra promised.
Luo Xia glanced at the light curtain on her wrist: "Don't mention things like genetic pairing, but when building planetary infrastructure, you can let male and female Kryptonian fighters work together. It would be even better if you can cultivate relationships." .”
The so-called men and women match, work is not tiring.
After dismissing Fio-La, Rorschach sighed, although he only needs to move his fingers now, and all Kryptonian female warriors on Mars can communicate with him in depth.
However, what is the difference between this kind of in-depth communication without an emotional foundation and the young model in the club.
Didn't continue to worry about this, Rorschach went to the arsenal alone, and seized the time to use the blood of Doomsday to reforge the Black Death Sword.
...
Metropolis.
Planet Daily.
Clark Kent had a quarrel with the editor-in-chief just now. Because of a trivial matter, the editor-in-chief belittled a few words about the report written by Clark, but Clark felt a nameless anger in his heart, and slapped the editor-in-chief on the desk, The table was shattered.
This is the result of Clark finally restraining his strength.
If there is no force in the end, it is estimated that there will be a sonic boom.
"Watt sent... Are you a country bumpkin going to rebel? Come on, call the police, bumpkin, I'm going to fire you." Editor-in-chief Perry White was quite frightened by Clark's actions.
He curled up in a corner of the office, looking at Clark in horror.
In the past, this strong and cow-like country bumpkin had a very weak temper. Editor-in-chief Perry White made things difficult for him more than once, and the other party was submissive, not to mention slapping the table, and he didn't even say a word of complaint.
Today, I don’t know what’s going on, I’m a different person all of a sudden.
People outside heard the movement in the editor-in-chief's office, and immediately surrounded him. Louise Lane was also quite frightened. She rushed into the editor-in-chief's office and looked at Clark in disbelief.
"Hey Smallwell, what's going on with you today?"
Smallwell is Louise's nickname for Clark, which means country boy.
She stepped forward and tugged on Clark's sleeve, trying to calm Clark down.
"Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me, I just... feel very bad."
Clark looked at Louise with some guilt. He tried hard to control his bad emotions, took a deep breath, and said to editor-in-chief Perry White: "I'm sorry, Mr. White, I will compensate you for the money on your table."
"Don't get close to me, stay away from me, God, why do you have so much strength."
Editor-in-Chief Perry White glanced at the broken desk with lingering fear. If he had been slapped on his face, he would probably have his head blown off, "Maybe I'm too strict with you, but I suggest you go to See a psychiatrist, you must give me an explanation for what happened today, otherwise I will suggest to the newspaper to fire you."
As soon as he heard that the editor-in-chief still wanted to fire himself, Clark subconsciously took a step forward. His hands seemed to be out of the control of the brain at all, and he wanted to pinch the other party to death.
However, he quickly noticed his abnormality, suppressed the urge to crush the other party to death, and forced a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, Mr. White, I'm going to see a psychiatrist now, I'm really sorry."
After finishing speaking, Clark turned and left.
Louis was worried about Clark's situation. She said to editor-in-chief Perry White, 'I'll buy you a new desk later', and then chased him out.
Louis took Clark to a corner where there was no one in the newspaper office, and asked with concern:
"Clark, what's wrong with you?"
"I don't know, Louise, this kind of situation has never happened before, I always feel inexplicable now... Anger, yes, I feel very angry, like a powder keg, it will explode at one point..." Clark said Sometimes, he was trying to suppress his rage.
"Is it the influence of kryptonite on you? The gang of robbers last night, why did they have kryptonite weapons? Batman gave them?" Louise thought about it, only thinking that what happened today would be It will have something to do with last night's kryptonite.
But Clark shook his head: "I asked Batman, and he didn't lose any kryptonite weapons. It shouldn't be because of kryptonite. After all, I was injured by kryptonite before, and this situation has never happened."
"But if it wasn't Batman's side, where did the robbers get the kryptonite?" Louise was infected by Clark's emotions and became a little irritable.
"Where in this world besides Batman, there may be one person who owns kryptonite."
"Who?"
"Lex Luthor, when I was in high school, Lex's father invested in a factory in the small town of Smallville, and they dug out a batch of kryptonite around the factory..." Clark recalled.
Louise didn't understand: "Aren't you good friends with Lex? Whether it's Clark or your other identity, if it's him, could it be that the kryptonite weapons in the hands of the robbers came from Lex? out?"
"Friend...Maybe something went wrong between us." Clark had a headache.
The matter about the statue of heroes in Central Park must have deepened Lex Luthor's suspicion of him, and Clark felt that he needed to have a good talk with him.
While speaking, Clark suddenly turned his head and looked out the window: "Louise, there is another robbery, you cover for me."
"Okay, Clark, if you can't stabilize your mood, ask other Kryptonians, maybe they will know something." Louise took Clark to a corner where no one was around, and quickly kissed Clark on the face. Take a sip.
The lover's kiss eased Clark's irritable mood. He showed a bright smile, tore off his coat, revealed the Superman uniform inside, and flew to the sky through the window.
(end of this chapter)
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