"It's already been two days, and you still haven't even asked Kara out to watch a movie?"
Elaine stared at Lucas Reed, who was calmly eating breakfast, her tone filled with frustration.
It sounded very much like exasperation at wasted potential.
Lucas put down his spoon and asked with a strange expression,
"Am I the one dating her, or are you?"
Elaine set down her utensils, her small face unusually serious.
"I'm just anxious for you. You're moving way too slowly."
"After all, we can't stay in this City forever, can we?"
Lucas thought about it. She was worrying about him, after all.
His tone softened.
"Everyone has their own way of doing things," he said seriously.
"You can give advice, but you shouldn't force others to follow your method."
He looked at Elaine.
"Humans aren't meant to live exactly the same way, are they?"
Elaine seemed to understand. She nodded, lost in thought.
Lucas felt helpless toward this girl—sometimes astonishingly wise, sometimes adorably childish.
"Besides," he added casually,
"with her strength and mine, this distance is basically just one street away."
After wiping his mouth with a napkin, Lucas stood up and left the restaurant with Elaine.
As they walked, Lucas considered whether he should drop by LexCorp's International City branch later.
Just then—
The clear sky above suddenly darkened.
A massive shadow swallowed both the sunlight and the ground beneath their feet.
Lucas looked up in confusion and saw a colossal spacecraft hovering in the sky.
"Aliens?"
He frowned.
"At this point in time, there aren't many factions that would fly a ship directly into International City."
"And judging by the design… it looks Kryptonian."
"…Could it be Kara's aunt?"
Lucas narrowed his eyes.
"But this ship looks pretty low-grade."
Kryptonian ships were strictly hierarchical.
This one looked battered and outdated—definitely not something a high-ranking Kryptonian would use.
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Kara had seen the ship as well.
With her memories of Krypton still intact, she recognized it instantly.
"This is… a research division vessel. But how is that possible?"
Her expression filled with confusion.
She immediately changed into her combat suit and shot into the sky, blocking the ship's path.
The spacecraft halted.
A hatch opened beneath it, and a figure flew out.
It was a woman—slender, graceful—though her skin carried a faint greenish hue.
She wore a black, light-absorbing bodysuit that outlined a physique as sleek and powerful as a hunting panther.
"Kara-El, daughter of Zor-El."
A sentence in Kryptonian escaped her lips.
Her voice was hoarse, the pronunciation slightly distorted—clearly unused for a long time.
Kara understood her perfectly.
Her expression turned solemn.
"Who are you?"
"Who am I?"
The woman tilted her head, as if searching her memory.
Then she looked at Kara and said,
"They called me the Dominator."
"You may call me… Queen."
"I have come to find your father, Zor-El. Tell me—where is he?"
Kara asked warily,
"What do you want with him?"
"It's been too long," the Dominator replied.
"I can no longer remember. I need to ask him myself."
"I went to Krypton's former location—but it has become nothing more than a graveyard of planets."
"However, from the remaining intelligent wreckage, I extracted your flight records… leading here."
Kara's voice sank.
"Krypton has been completely destroyed. My father died long ago."
"Leave Earth."
The Dominator shook her head.
"If he is dead, then you will do."
"Whenever I recall your names, an instinctive hatred surges from my soul."
"That means you know something."
"Tell me—or I will kill you with my own hands."
As she spoke, black, living matter began to writhe across her limbs.
The substance expanded, flowing and reshaping itself, quickly enveloping her body into a form-fitting combat suit.
"I said I don't know!" Kara shouted, bracing herself.
The Dominator sneered.
"Very well."
"After dealing with you, ruling this inferior planet won't be a bad alternative."
Whoosh—!
In the next instant, the Dominator vanished.
She reappeared before Kara in a blink.
Before Kara could react—
A single punch sent her flying.
Using her bio-field, Kara barely managed to halt her trajectory midair.
But the Dominator was already upon her again.
Seeing Kara's counterpunch, the Dominator scoffed.
"That punch… is far too weak."
With a slight tilt of her body, she avoided it effortlessly.
Then her right fist slammed into Kara's abdomen.
A ruthless combination followed—each blow landing cleanly and mercilessly.
By the time the assault ended, Kara could no longer defend herself.
The Dominator crossed her hands and brought them down in a devastating hammer strike.
Boom—!
Like a fired shell, Kara's body tore through the air and crashed into the ground.
Bang!
The impact created a crater over seven meters wide.
"Too weak," the Dominator said, descending slowly.
"Are you truly Kryptonian?"
Buzz—
Suddenly, Kara lifted her head.
Her eyes burned red as twin beams of intense blue heat vision erupted upward.
The Dominator's eyes flared green in response.
Their energy beams collided, unleashing violent shockwaves.
But after less than two seconds—
The Dominator's beam overwhelmed Kara's heat vision and forced it back.
Even so, battered and bleeding, Kara refused to retreat.
She clenched her teeth and pushed her energy output higher.
"You ignorant fool!"
The Dominator snorted.
Her eye beams surged in intensity and blasted forward at terrifying speed.
Just before they struck—
A black blur flashed past.
Kara vanished from the crater.
The beam slammed into the ground instead, instantly melting a bottomless pit.
The Dominator frowned and turned sharply to her left.
There—
A powerfully built man stood there, Kara cradled in his arms.
His eyes were locked onto her.
Cold.
Feral.
Overflowing with undisguised killing intent.
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Note: Kara is still in her early growth stage here—no need to question why she appears weak.
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