HISD Chapter 36 Doomsday Targeting Superman
In the early morning, just before dawn, a vintage police car with flashing lights pulled up in front of the Kent family farm.
"Yes, yes! I'm the one who called—Jonathan Kent. A spacecraft just crashed into my farm. There seems to be a baby inside, not even a year old."
"And there was a terrifying monster. It took the baby away! God, I can't imagine what that poor child is going through…"
The Kent couple, still shaken, described everything to the officers stepping out of the police car.
The two responding officers looked at each other in disbelief.
A spaceship falling from the sky?
A three-meter-tall monster?
If it weren't for the scorched furrow gouged into the earth by some unknown flying object, and a massive crater five meters across, they would have thought the couple had been having nightmares.
Boom!
At that moment, the ground trembled.
"Was that an earthquake?"
The officers and the Kents froze, before rushing outside in alarm.
What followed was like a giant hammer endlessly pounding the earth. All through the night until dawn, Smallville quaked with tremors.
…
About twenty kilometers away from the crash site, deep within a desolate mountain plateau—
This was the true epicenter of the tremors.
Rumble!
The mountains split apart, earth collapsed, and dust erupted skyward!
A peak over a hundred meters high crumbled as a massive, gray-white, bone-spiked creature—three meters tall—burst out like a storm, its body a streak of gray light as it slammed into another mountain. Its destructive power was so overwhelming it was turning the plateau into a ruined abyss.
"Who am I?"
"Yi Meng… who is Yi Meng?"
"Destroy everything. Leave nothing alive…"
The creature's voice was a raspy, otherworldly murmur, like the whispers of some ancient god. It wasn't human speech, but a brutal chant, carried on the howling wind.
With every move, it brought catastrophe, quickly demolishing half a mountain range.
It never tired. The more it unleashed its destruction, the stronger its hunger for annihilation grew, until the energy boiling inside it threatened to erupt outward.
And indeed—
Crackle!
Golden-red arcs of destructive lightning flickered across its skin, reducing the stones and dust swirling around it to nothingness.
The monster's blazing red eyes were about to erupt when it suddenly stopped, staring at a nearby hill. Resting on the slope was a small alien ship, inside which a faint, fragile lifeform could barely be detected.
The red glow in the monster's eyes dimmed slightly. Clutching its head, its twisted, bone-covered face contorted in pain. A hoarse roar escaped its throat: "Control… I'm human. I'm not just a rampaging monster…!"
Crash!
The ground split as it leapt onto the hill, staring down at the sleeping infant inside the vessel. A trace of humanity returned to its expression. "Right… I'm Yi Meng. In this dream, I've become Doomsday…"
For a brief moment, Yi Meng—transformed into ancient Doomsday—regained his clarity. But it was only temporary. Even if he broke free of his frenzy now, the constant tide of destruction gnawed at his mind. It was only a matter of time before he lost himself completely.
Controlling the Doomsday form was far harder than Yi Meng had ever imagined.
But he had no choice.
The Doomsday of the DC dreamworld was already beginning to bleed into reality.
That meant Yi Meng had to invade his own dream, to seize control of the Doomsday incarnation!
Yes—dream Doomsday and real Yi Meng were attempting to invade and assimilate each other.
It was a risk of the highest order… but also a chance.
If Doomsday won, Yi Meng in the real world would become an uncontrollable monster.
If Yi Meng succeeded, he would master the power of Doomsday—and gain control over the dreamworld DC universe itself.
But it was so, so difficult.
Every time he became Doomsday, his humanity and reason were instantly crushed by the will to destroy.
If not for the artificial intelligence traits reinforcing his consciousness, allowing him to refresh and adjust his mind to redirect some of the destructive urges, Yi Meng would have already gone insane.
Still, destruction was infinite, endless. At any moment, it could drown his sanity again.
But one thing caught Yi Meng's attention.
When Doomsday Yi Meng's glowing red eyes shifted toward the infant inside the ship, something strange happened.
For reasons he couldn't explain, being near the child made it easier to hold onto fragments of his humanity.
As if something bound the two together.
Kryptonian bloodline? Or something else?
He remembered: back on Krypton, the first time he had briefly resisted his destructive urges, it was also because of the Kryptonian child.
No—that wasn't it.
In a flash of twisted memory, he recalled that moment when his bone-spike fingers had pierced the floating relic above the infant, instead of killing the child.
That was the real key—
The Kryptonian Codex.
The Codex, the genetic archive of Krypton, the most sacred of relics. It embodied Krypton's future, its infinite possibilities, capable of designing superior gifts, even the theoretical blueprint for a perfect Kryptonian.
"Half of the Codex… entered my body?"
Yi Meng froze. As Doomsday, the most flawed and extreme genetic creation of Krypton, this seemed like a bizarre twist of fate.
But before he could think further, the destructive will surged back like wildfire. His eyes flared scarlet once more. He was about to rampage again when—
A golden light broke through the eastern horizon. Splitting into countless rays, it bathed Doomsday Yi Meng, the infant's ship, and the hilltop in sunlight.
Inside the vessel, the Kryptonian baby, basking for the first time in Earth's yellow sun, smiled sweetly in its sleep.
The red glow in Yi Meng's eyes faded. Gazing at the rising sun, his sanity resurfaced from the chaos.
Praise the sun.
Yi Meng realized in shock that sunlight was suppressing the urge to destroy.
Looking back at the child, he could even see the genetic transformation happening within, triggered by exposure to Earth's yellow sun. The Kryptonian body was evolving into something divine—becoming Superman.
By design, Doomsday's body shouldn't have been affected by sunlight.
But now—
Though he couldn't see past his own armored exoskeleton, Yi Meng could feel the sun's rays suppressing his own destructive instincts. It was faint, but real.
The Codex had modified his Doomsday genes a second time?
Allowing him, too, to change under the sun?
"If I can perfect my flawed genes… maybe I won't lose control anymore. Maybe I can master this form completely…"
Doomsday Yi Meng felt he had stumbled onto a possible path.
If Kryptonians could grow into Superman, then why couldn't Doomsday?
After all, Doomsday had also been made from Kryptonian genes.
Now, with the Codex inside him and his own conscious will, this possibility wasn't just fantasy.
Of course, in all the comic lore, there was no precedent. Superman could be corrupted into Doomsday, but Doomsday had never become Superman.
Yi Meng himself couldn't imagine what such a being would be.
Doomsday Superman?
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