DC: New Krypton (Omniverse)

Outside Anchorage Base on the square, planes kept arriving at the runway from afar, and reporters from major newspapers and TV stations around the world disembarked.

On the square, numerous cameras were set up in a dense array. Occasionally, awestruck gazes turned toward the extraterrestrial, H'el, who lay basking in the sun.

"He's living the way every man dreams to."

Beside Jupiter, the cameraman gazed at H'el lying outside the dome and couldn't help but show envy in his eyes.

Jupiter, with her shoulder-length blonde hair and a lovely face, wore red-framed glasses and a small suit dress. She had a slender figure. As she followed the cameraman's gaze and looked at the figure radiating a faint glow in the sunlight, a peculiar expression flickered in her bright eyes, and a confident smile curled her lips. "Is that so?"

"What's that helicopter doing?" On the square, many staff members were busy arranging cameras, occasionally glancing toward the direction outside the dome. They happened to see a helicopter flying directly toward the extraterrestrial sunbathing position.

Given the extraterrestrial's sensitivity and unpredictable emotions during this period, no media was allowed to conduct interviews or contact them in any way. This was strictly warned by the United Nations, yet there were always some people who didn't know any better, thinking highly of themselves.

"Hey folks, can you see this? This is our Space Extraterrestrial Support Club's closest contact with him recently. Only our Support Club can approach him."

The rotor blades of the helicopter stirred up a tremendous noise as the door opened. An excited young man with sandy hair, using a live-streaming camera, pointed it at H'el sunbathing and exclaimed.

In the live chat:

"My goodness! He's so handsome!"

"He's perfect."

"He's like a god."

"Get closer, Lite. I want to say hello to him."

"Wouldn't this anger him?"

"No, we are his supporters."

"That's right."

"Why would a god be angry with his followers?"

"He needs us!"

"Hurry over!"

Lite was so excited that his face turned red. He desperately called for the helicopter to get closer to H'el. He took out a megaphone from the helicopter's rear seat and shouted into it, "Hey, hey, how are you? We are your..."

Suddenly, H'el's eyes turned crimson, and Lite, filled with excitement, paled in terror. He stammered, "N-No, no..."

Two scorching beams of red light shot toward the helicopter, and the entire aircraft exploded in mid-air, producing a cloud of black smoke. The wreckage, along with the propellers, fell toward the coastline.

In the live chat room, the last thing they saw was the deity they supported, whose eyes emitted red light, and the screen was filled with that red light before going black.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Is it over?"

In the square, witnessing the sudden change in the sky, everyone was stunned.

Things had happened too quickly.

Just like that, a helicopter was gone.

The wreckage that fell on the coastline, still emitting black smoke, served as a warning that this extraterrestrial wasn't easy to deal with.

The unique colors in Jupiter's eyes became even more pronounced. She calmly withdrew her gaze from H'el and walked back into Anchorage Base.

"Do you still want to go now?" she asked.

The cameraman's face tensed, his hands trembling slightly, and his heart burned even hotter. He now admired her even more.

...

A while later...

Stacker opened the door to the rooftop and stepped outside onto the dome. He squinted at the sun for a moment, then turned and walked toward H'el.

He wasn't here to deal with the recent helicopter incident. H'el didn't care.

The United Nations had issued warnings all over, urging people not to approach or disturb H'el, but there were always individuals with lacking intelligence who appeared. What could they do?

Even though they hadn't been able to completely seal off the entire Anchorage sky for the time being, allowing one or two stragglers like this to approach, they were also at a loss. They were genuinely afraid of incurring H'el's wrath.

But Stacker knew that H'el didn't care about this. When it came to dealing with the deceased, he was always very forgiving.

"The United Nations has sent someone over to talk to you," Stacker said, squinting in the sunlight as he looked at H'el lying down.

"No need. The news will announce it in a couple of days," H'el lazily replied. Since he had absorbed the dawn's rays, he had been lying outside the dome sunbathing. Each ray of sunlight was absorbed, gradually making him feel even more powerful, and he was finding it hard to resist.

Stacker's had a wry smile. He knew what H'el was announcing, but no matter what, the United Nations wouldn't simply surrender.

Earth, already suffering from an invasion by extraterrestrial monsters, was now on the brink of another interstellar war. This time, it was highly likely to be a war of dominion over Earth. Stacker felt powerless to stop this war and was tormented by it.

"We're short-handed. You might need a secretary," Stacker said in the calmest tone he could muster.

"It's fine. Let her come. Anyone, be it your relatives, friends, underappreciated talents, dissatisfied individuals, those trapped in the 9 to 5 grind, or even those who have given up on this world and become beggars – as long as they are willing to serve me and follow my orders, they can all come," Hale said with a smile, sunbathing. His lips curled up in a smile.

He could control anyone, no matter who they were, whether they were ambitious, unambitious, seeking appreciation, or feeling hopeless. There was no one on this Earth with a faster thought process than his, and there was no one more powerful than him.

He had already instructed Dawn to find a group of talented individuals capable of replacing the rulers of major cities. Regardless of their loyalty, they would have to fight against the old power structures, and they would have to rely on him.

To rule the world.

It was a very simple matter.

"I understand. I'll make the arrangements," Stacker said with a deep look at H'el before turning and leaving, closing the door to the rooftop.

He returned to the base.

Jupiter saw him come back, and her confident face broke into a smile.

"You succeeded, Jupiter, you were right, but this is making a deal with the devil," Stacker said with great dissatisfaction.

This journalist, who had once cost him his life, was now knocking on his door during this critical time, undoubtedly gambling with her life.

She was going to become H'el's secretary, handling anything for H'el.

"No, Stacker, we're all part of a great cause," Jupiter said, smiling.

...

Time gradually advanced to February 29th.

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A/N: Stones! 

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