Inside a spaceship that had lain dormant on Earth for over eighteen thousand years, Luthor stood face-to-face with Superman.
Behind them, in the murky waters, a massive embryo writhed incessantly, the monster within on the verge of breaking free.
"What is that?"
Superman showed no fear of the creature—after all, he was far too powerful. How could a being of his strength be intimidated by some random monster?
Faced with Superman's indifference, Luthor grew furious—his anger fueled even more by Superman's sheer disregard for him.
Raising his injured hand, he tore off the bandages wrapped around his wound, shouting with a mix of excitement and trepidation:
"That is an ancient, twisted monstrosity from Krypton—my blood, my creation… your Doomsday!"
SNAP!!!
The four-meter-wide embryo shattered instantly as a pair of enormous black hands burst forth.
The hands tore through the membranous sac, followed by the emergence of a massive body.
In an instant, the five-meter-tall black monster stood fully revealed before Superman's eyes.
Yet, far from being afraid, Superman seemed… curious.
His curiosity even briefly overshadowed his hatred for Luthor.
Softly, he asked:
"Is this all? What about the other one? The smaller one?"
"Huh? What other one?"
Even Luthor was caught off guard by Superman's question. Instinctively, he turned back to look at the water—now stained with blood-tinged genetic fluid—but there was nothing else there!
Yet Superman was certain of what he sensed. Though he couldn't see the thing's exact location, he could clearly hear a fourth heartbeat in the room.
He pointed at Doomsday, who was tearing off the viscous fluid clinging to its body.
"Right beneath this big guy, something else woke up with him. Did you wrap it in lead?"
As he spoke, Superman tapped his own ear.
"I don't know what you're hiding, but sorry—even if I can't see through your design, I can hear that thing's heartbeat!"
The moment he finished speaking, Superman distinctly heard that heartbeat grow slightly erratic.
Under the water's surface, inside another small, nearly inconspicuous biological pod, a man encased in thick layers of ice wore an expression of resignation.
That man was Heisenberg—the ninth-generation sole heir of the old Earth family, the Hais.
And now… a transmigrator in the DC cinematic universe!
…
Two years ago…
Inside the ancient Kryptonian ship, a figure clad in armor spoke to another robed individual.
"Jor-El, my override has stripped you of this ship's control. You've lost your access."
"Yes, everything will go as you wish. But I still believe in my son—he will defeat you, Zod!"
"Oh? A farm boy raised by humans, with no combat training, defeating me—a general forged in countless battles?"
General Zod let out a cold laugh at his old friend's words.
"Only a traitor like you could say something so naive. Goodbye."
Click!
Zod inserted the command key into the console, and Jor-El's holographic form shattered instantly.
With that nuisance gone, Zod turned his attention to the ship's database, desperate to find the Codex—the key to rebuilding his race and restoring Krypton's glory across the cosmos.
But to his dismay, the Codex wasn't here. That damned Kal-El hadn't hidden it in this ship.
Yet, as if by some miracle, Zod discovered something else.
Or rather… someone else.
"General Zod, do not engage with the criminal imprisoned within this vessel!"
"Reiterating—General Zod, you are forbidden from interacting with the captive!"
As Zod accessed the ship's oldest records, the AI issued urgent warnings.
This puzzled him. There was another prisoner here?
"Pull up the criminal's records. Why didn't Jor-El or Kal-El know about this?"
"General, Science Council leader Jor-El once accessed these files but concealed them before Kal-El could discover them."
"Hmph. Typical of him. Fine. Show me the data." Zod nodded.
"Affirmative. The prisoner is named Heisenberg—member of Krypton's 64th Elder Council, final executor of the 'Glorious Initiative,' and a traitor responsible for the slaughter of over 700 Kryptonians."
Zod's eyes widened.
Memories of that massacre resurfaced.
Long ago, Krypton had been obsessed with expansion, conquering worlds under the banner of the "Glorious Initiative." But 18,000 years ago, it all came to an abrupt halt.
Back then, Elder Heisenberg led the Science Council in violating Krypton's 100,000-year-old laws, delving deep into the secrets of their bloodline.
Worse—to accelerate planetary exploitation, he engineered monsters by splicing Kryptonian DNA with other mutagenic strains.
These abominations went berserk, ravaging Krypton and killing a third of its population.
The method of their creation was sealed away, and the creatures were given a name: Doomsday.
Heisenberg was stripped of his rank, hunted by Kryptonian forces. But as both a scientific and military leader, his combat prowess made capture nearly impossible.
It cost over 700 Kryptonian lives to finally imprison him.
Following Krypton's laws, he was exiled into the void aboard a one-way jump ship.
The Glorious Initiative ended. Krypton abandoned genetic research, too terrified of mutation to even allow natural births.
From then on, all children were artificially cultivated from the Codex—handpicked genes, grown in Genesis Chambers, harvested by Reclaimers, and raised in Nurseries.
Heisenberg, the man who now haunted Zod's thoughts, had been Krypton's most revioned elder—the architect of its downfall.
Even with Zod's desperate need for every last Kryptonian, he dared not release Heisenberg.
"Keep him locked up."
"Acknowledged."
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One Day Earlier…
Alexander Luthor, the new head of LexCorp, stepped into the Kryptonian ship—now under heavy U.S. military guard.
The vessel had crashed during Superman's battle two years prior. Earth's technology couldn't move it.
Luthor pressed five fingertip grafts—skin harvested from Zod's corpse using Kryptonite—onto his own fingers.
This granted him access to the ship's core.
With the AI's compliance, he assumed control.
He placed Zod's body into a fluid-filled Genesis Chamber, slit his own palm, and let blood drip onto the general.
The chamber activated, siphoning power from half of America's grid to forge a monster—a fusion of Zod and Luthor.
What Luthor didn't realize was that the energy surge had also reawakened another prisoner.
Before Heisenberg even opened his eyes, a hollow voice echoed in his mind:
"Multiverse binding complete. Host: Heisenberg (Origin: Earth). Vessel: Kryptonian Elder Heisenberg (DC Universe). Identity fusion in progress."
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Awakening
None of that mattered now.
Heisenberg was awake. Fully awake.
And the flood of memories told him exactly what had happened.
"Damn… lost 230k in poker last night, had a heart attack from rage…"
"Died?"
"Reincarnated in the goddamn DC universe?"
"Now I'm Heisenberg—Krypton's last hardline elder?"
"Exiled. Imprisoned. For 18,000 years?!"
"And now I'm alive… on Earth?"
"Heh…"
A silent laugh escaped him. He finally understood what he'd gained.
Kryptonian physiology.
The same bloodline as Superman—the hero worshipped by millions.
Invincible strength. Near-indestructibility. Heat vision. Freeze breath. Near-lightspeed reflexes. Flight. And a slew of borderline-OP abilities.
In the Marvel universe, only a handful of sorcerers could challenge him.
No more fear. No more groveling like a wage slave.
He'd live now. Truly live.
Back on Earth, he'd bowed to bosses, clients, politicians—letting them trample his pride while he smiled and praised their "strong, healthy steps."
But now?
As a Kryptonian, he had one thing to say to them all:
"Everything you own is worthless. Power is the only truth."
"And with these Kryptonian fists, I AM the truth."
Who could make him kneel now?
Who could force him to submit?
Who—
Wait.
Heisenberg froze.
As the cryo-prison thawed, as the chrono-locking matter dissolved, he finally saw his surroundings.
He'd seen Batman v Superman. He knew where he was.
And more importantly—he recognized the hulking black monstrosity looming above him.
"Doomsday?!"
Instantly, his courage evaporated.
"System! Explain! Why am I waking up next to Doomsday? I'm just a regular, weak-ass Kryptonian!"
"I haven't even soaked up Earth's yellow sun yet! No flight, no heat vision—how the hell am I supposed to fight that thing?!"
"Superman had 30+ years of solar charging and still died to Doomsday! What can I do? Hide?!"
"I'd love to, but I can't even move! And it's staring right at me!"
"At least let me twitch! Just a little—JUST A LITTLE—!"
Too late.
Doomsday had noticed him.
To the beast, this strange Kryptonian buried beneath the Genesis Chamber was far more interesting than Superman.
A day ago, while still forming, Doomsday had sensed something—someone—stealing the energy meant for its birth.
With a roar, it reached down, clawing through the chrono-matter encasing Heisenberg.
The substance melted rapidly, revealing Heisenberg's face to Superman.
"What the hell is that? Another Kryptonian?!" Luthor's voice trembled with shock.
But Heisenberg couldn't answer.
Still half-trapped, he could only watch as Doomsday's massive hand closed around him—and squeezed.
"AAAAAGH! LET ME OUT FIRST, YOU BASTARD! I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE—!"
Helpless. Crushed.
After cheating death, transcending worlds, and gaining godlike power…
He was about to die.
Just like that?
[Emergency Protocol Activated.]
"Host facing lethal threat. Initiating early cross-universe deployment."
"Destination selected: Marvel Universe, Earth-19999."
"Anchoring spacetime coordinates. Commencing transfer."
"Work hard, contribute to multiversal sustainability, and—
"—try not to die again."
[Transfer complete.]
In an instant, the pain vanished.
Heisenberg found himself floating in space—staring at a beautiful blue planet below.