The air was as fresh and pure as the first day of creation.
A gentle breeze, like the hand of God, softly brushed across the golden wheat fields.
On a cool autumn evening, a red pickup truck slowly made its way down a road on the outskirts of Kansas.
On both sides of the road, endless wheat fields resonated with the chirping of insects praising life, while fireflies danced lazily like stars.
Above, the night sky was filled with a blanket of stars.
The music from the car radio flowed gently, and the familiar scent of the fields mixed with the refreshing smell of rain-dampened earth filled the cabin.
Jonathan Kent, a new father, stretched his hand out the window, feeling the shape of the wind, a smile playing on his lips as he basked in the happiness of the moment.
"Jonathan, this is God's gift to us," his wife, Martha, said softly.
She had just left the hospital after giving birth. Though her face was still slightly pale, the look in her eyes, gazing at the tiny, quiet baby in her arms, was filled with an overwhelming love, as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world. Her voice, slightly hoarse, carried a warmth.
"I longed for a child, and now it feels like an angel has been born."
"God's gift? My mother is named Martha?" David, now in the body of a newborn, couldn't believe what was happening. He felt a sense of helplessness deep inside.
He had woken up as a baby.
His mother was named Martha, and his father, Jonathan Kent.
Not only that, but he had been born in a place called Metropolis General Hospital—this could only mean one thing: he had somehow traveled into the famously dark DC Universe, and now he was the son of Superman's adoptive parents.
"Of course, this is God's promise. He will grow up healthy and strong..." Jonathan said as he smiled, glancing at his wife in the rearview mirror, but was interrupted by a sudden sound.
Boom!
A meteor from the far reaches of the universe suddenly tore through the night sky, with a fiery red light illuminating half of it.
Meteors, big and small, rained down on the earth, with debris flying everywhere. Some even crashed into the small town behind them.
One massive meteorite crashed to the ground, like the finger of God, ripping through the road ahead, creating a deep chasm that blocked the couple's path.
"Oh my God!"
Jonathan slammed the brakes, the tires screeching against the pavement, filling the air with the smell of burnt rubber. The truck skidded sideways, just narrowly avoiding a plunge into the ditch.
He quickly turned around to check on his wife.
"Martha, are you and the baby okay?"
"We're fine, Jonathan." Martha had quickly cradled the baby to her chest during the braking, and the infant was unharmed.
"The child of Krypton has arrived with the meteor," came a voice, barely audible over the rumbling earth.
Despite the deafening noise, the baby in her arms didn't cry or fuss. It was quiet, calm, with smooth, fair skin, only blinking its bright eyes and curiously looking around.
"Jonathan, look at our baby. He's not afraid at all," Martha said, her eyes lighting up in amazement.
Such an unusual display confirmed that this child truly was a gift from God.
Looking outside, David felt no fear, only anticipation.
[Host detected. Initiating Thanos template loading.]
He remembered hearing the emotionless electronic voice when he was first born.
After his birth, David had received the Thanos template, granting him the powerful physiology of the Eternals.
But initially, only 30% of the template was fused, and to speed up the process, he needed emotional points.
"Emotional points are earned by affecting the emotions of important or powerful figures within the DC universe, or those who play a critical role in its destiny."
He had already gained some emotional points from the couple.
"But the arrival of the Kryptonian child is just the beginning."
Through the window, David's eyes glinted, as if searching for a massive gold mine, scouring the smoke outside.
"Who in the DC universe is more popular than Superman?"
And once the template was fully fused, a new one would be unlocked.
"What is that?"
Hearing his wife's voice, Jonathan squinted, not turning his head, but his attention was caught by a dark, hard silhouette amid the smoke.
"Martha, stay in the car with the baby. Don't get out," he said, his voice serious with concern. He got out of the car to investigate.
The meteor fragments were still burning like candle flames on the ground, lighting up the darkness.
When Jonathan saw what was hidden in the smoke, his eyes widened, and he froze in place.
"Jonathan? Jonathan? What did you see?" Martha called out from the car twice, but received no response. Worried, she grabbed the baby and hurried to his side.
She too was stunned when she saw it.
The road was torn up, and in the trench, a pitch-black spacecraft lay motionless like a cradle for a baby, made of unknown metals, about the size of the truck's front.
The transparent hatch was already open, and inside sat a cute baby with curly hair. His bright blue eyes shone with life, and he was kicking his legs happily, looking up at the world with an innocent smile and curiosity, gazing at the couple.
"Martha, we need to leave." Jonathan snapped back to his senses, hesitating for a moment before swallowing hard, urgency in his tone. He was about to take Martha and the baby away.
Since ancient times, humans have gazed at the stars, wondering if they were truly alone in the universe.
Now, the answer was clear, and the aliens looked strikingly human.
"The authorities will be here soon."
This matter would undoubtedly be tightly sealed, and Jonathan didn't want to get involved in the trouble.
"Leave?" David was stunned, greatly surprised.
That's right, Superman's adoptive parents adopted him because Martha had desperately wanted a child.
Now, the child had arrived—and it was him.
"So... does this mean Superman will never exist?"
Without these kind-hearted people to adopt him, what would Superman have become?
Would he be taken by the military, turned into an experiment, like the Walmart version of Superman from a certain comic, locked away for years, trying to get attention?
This couldn't happen. Not to mention the countless world-ending crises that Superman solved once he grew up, where else would David find a goldmine like this?
"No, maybe God is especially kind to us, Jonathan," Martha said softly, looking at the cute baby inside the spacecraft. An overwhelming urge filled her mind; she didn't want to leave him behind. Her expression showed hesitation.
"He's sent us more than one angel."
"Martha?" Jonathan called, surprised.
"Think about it. When the authorities arrive, what will happen to this child?"
Martha, though she understood the trouble, turned to Jonathan, her eyes full of compassion. She wanted to convince him.
"He'll be locked away in a cold lab, imprisoned without parents, without toys, without love, growing up in endless experiments..."
"Don't say any more, Martha." Jonathan rubbed his forehead, torn. He shared Martha's kindness, but...
"Eh-eh..."
Just as he was hesitating, David, in Martha's arms, stretched out a short, chubby, pale little arm from the swaddle, waving at the baby from Krypton and giggling. It seemed to really like him.
"Did you see that, Jonathan?"
Martha's eyes sparkled, and her voice was filled with excitement. She had found the perfect argument to persuade her husband.
"Our baby seems to really like him. It's like he's asking us to adopt him."
"Two votes to one."
Looking at their son's reaction, Jonathan hesitated for a moment before raising his hand, pretending to give in.
"Alright, what else can I say?"
He gently kissed his wife, glanced at their adorable, lively son, then at the lonely baby inside the spaceship, and sighed.
"Two children. Next year, the farm will be busy."