Superman: Starting with Witrum

Chapter 1 The Last Man

Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting a cold, metallic gleam. An O-shaped mark is embedded within it, with three vertical notches along the edge, like some kind of mysterious brand.

The shadow of the small spaceship loomed over the reclining man. A mechanical AI voice boomed from the speaker:

"You're finally awake!"

Isaac suddenly opened his eyes and found himself immersed in a culture medium.

The spaceship's onboard AI was trembling with excitement:

"Your Highness Karl El! I swear my eternal loyalty to you!"

"You are the son of the great Emperor Agar! The former king was assassinated—now you are the ruler of Witrum!"

"Ignite the entire universe! Conquer everything! Make everything within sight our territory!"

"..."

Isaac sat on the ruins, elbows against his knees, pressing hard on his forehead.

Five years have passed since he arrived on this planet shrouded in the red sun, and the spaceship's AI still hasn't forgotten to instill in him the mission of the Voidlings:

"The berserker trope is deadly... A DC version of a Saiyan? Does he have no other pursuit besides fighting and killing?"

(The moment they learned my name was Kal-El, they understood—I had traveled to the DC Universe and become Superman.)

(Even though I'm a Varian now, my spaceship crashed in this godforsaken place... What happened to Smallwell Farm?!)

Isaac rose, his tattered cloak billowing across the desolate planet. The AI's voice rippled across the background.

"Your Majesty, your journey begins at this moment—"

He looked up at the sky and squinted:

First, figure out how to repair this wrecked ship... and shut this AI up.

Isaac stood on the wasteland of this planet, feeling the power surging within him.

As the world's first "created" superhero, even though he had only read a few American comics in his previous life, he was extremely familiar with this character.

—Although he is no longer a Kryptonian, but a Voidian, and his spaceship did not land on an Earth farm, but crashed on this godforsaken Mars.

With a gentle tiptoe, his body naturally levitated, coming to a steady stop three meters off the ground. Flying was as simple as breathing.

As for strength? The rocks here are no different from paper in front of him.

But heat vision, super-sensory perception, and frozen breathing? Even if you strain your lungs, you can't produce a single spark.

According to the Kryptonian lore, the red sun should have rendered him extremely weak.

But he lived under the red sun for five years, and his abilities actually increased.

Perhaps their universe settings are different? Don't DC and Marvel both use the multiverse concept?

Who cares? As long as he doesn't do anything stupid, he can roam freely in the universe without any problems.

The spaceship fired a scanning beam that swept over him, and the AI's voice, tinged with mechanical astonishment, said:

"The late king firmly believed, and my data also proves, that you are the 'destiny' that Witrum has been waiting for for ten thousand years!"

Look at you! You're only fifteen! In the lifespan of the aliens, which is often thousands of years, you're still a baby!

But you didn't need to go through the hellish life-or-death battles like everyone else; your power already overwhelmed most adult Star Warriors!

"In the future universe, no one can stop you! You will be—"

Invincible.

This is the title that the victors who survived the natural disaster virus and the dark battle royale tournament held in awe of Trigger, and it is also the pride that is etched into his bones.

Trigger stepped into the empty palace, clutching the skull of the late king tightly in his hand.

Since King Agar's assassination, Witrum has been mired in a long, dark, and bloody purge.

Ultimately, Trigger—the undisputed strongest being on the planet—ascended the throne of the Great Regency.

Thousands of years have passed, yet the power within him remains so immense that he can still tear planets apart with his bare hands.

Crushing any enemy that stands in the way of the Vixingians? He never doubted that he could do it.

But this time was different. The catastrophic virus sweeping across the entire planet made even this invincible warrior feel powerless.

Of the hundreds of millions of people who once lived on Planet Weixing, fewer than fifty remain.

The territory of the Milky Way is shrinking due to the depletion of its military strength.

And the royal bloodline he promised to find? The hope was as slim as cosmic dust. Deep down, he even breathed a sigh of relief.

Trigger raised Agar's skull, staring at the two empty eye sockets: "Your Majesty, your bloodline... is gone. The Cataclysm... may have wiped out your last child..."

He set the skull down and turned his gaze to the lonely throne. Perhaps... it was time.

He slowly walked over, his fingers tracing the intricate and ornate patterns on the back of the throne.

A slightly raised circular mark in the center caught his attention. He pressed it.

A beam of blue light shone down from the palace dome, projecting the trajectory of a spaceship and its light as it traveled through the galaxy.

Star map!!

Treger tapped his knuckles on the armrest.

He hesitated, a rare occurrence for him. What could the projection hidden within the throne be? The advanced technology of Dimension's golden age?

A thought flashed through his mind—perhaps the emperor foresaw his impending death and was concerned about the whereabouts of his heir and the royal bloodline…

He stared at the small image, unsure of what to do.

"Grand Regent! Nolan is ready and can depart for another planet at any time."

"We're short-handed right now. Nolan is our most elite warrior... What kind of star map is this?" The one-eyed General Craig of the planet VI walked in with a spirited warrior behind him, his voice filled with surprise.

Treig made up his mind instantly and turned to face them: "General Craig, Nolan, you've come at the right time. This is a message left by the late king."

With a wave of his hand, the projection began. King Agar's voice echoed in the empty hall:

"The rebellion is out of control! Planet Vis is no longer safe! I've put my son—Karl—into a cradle and sent him into deep space! Away from the battlefield!"

He's different! Karl is the future of Visor!

Whoever sees this, once you find him, you will immediately understand! This child is the "destiny" of the planet Vixing!

Bring him back at all costs!

"It seems the spaceship lost contact midway through the journey. The trajectory hasn't been updated, but the original destination can still be found." Craig suppressed his excitement and analyzed the star map based on his experience.

These struggling Vixingians have been tormented by their longing for royal blood for far too long.

"I swore to find the bloodline of the former king, and now fate has finally answered me." Trege clenched his fist and then relaxed it, opening the detailed trajectory.

The destination points to a bright blue planet.

His gaze fell on the determined, eager warrior: "Nolan! You have rendered countless services to the Empire!"

You are the best warrior still alive! They call you 'Great,' and you deserve it! That planet…”

Trigger pointed to the blue planet: "Take it! Hold it firmly! Search the wreckage! Find Karl! Find our Emperor!"

Nolan straightened up: "I will not fail!"

Was it worth the late king going to such lengths to send him away... to the point that it was "obvious at a glance"? Cui Ge loosened his fist.

Everything he's done over the past thousand years has been for the survival of his race. Since this kid is so special…

Let him see for himself.

Let's see if this Karl is truly the "destiny" of the planet VI! Does he have the ability to lead the VI people back to their peak?