138 Chapter 138: Death

The electronic information consciousness left the quasi-organic machine body beneath H'el's feet.

The body beneath his feet began to tremble, and each proton that composed it started to undergo violent, uncontrollable explosions, emitting erratic electromagnetic arcs.

H'el directly manipulated the bio-magnetic field, infiltrating the quasi-organic machine body, forcefully severing and suppressing the proton connections within, preventing the explosion.

*Boom.*

With a kick, H'el sent the 'Jor-El' figure flying, crashing into a steel wall before sliding down.

Jor-El's electronic information consciousness had already departed from this quasi-organic machine body. To him, this body was nothing more than a puppet, entirely useless.

All around, various mechanical entities, ship guardians, and annihilators emerged from rooms in different directions, aiming their weapons at H'el.

The internal atmosphere changed, releasing high-intensity Kryptonian air, while the radion cannons were ready to fire their intense red sun radiation beams.

Jor-El's figure was projected, sharply defined, still bearing a righteous visage with deep, wise eyes tinged with anger. "No one can judge me!"

"Is that so?"

H'el smirked, snapping his fingers. Behind his black cloak, nanomachines began to writhe.

In no time, above H'el's cloak, a projection of the seven million Kryptonians with fiery, enraged eyes appeared.

"Krypton traitor!"

"Jor-El, you Krypton traitor."

"You betrayed Krypton."

"Why did your son survive while my daughter died?"

"You deserve a thousand cuts!"

"I curse you, with my life, my longevity, with everything I have, I curse you! You shall not know peace!"

H'el, with a touch of humor, even played the audio, allowing Jor-El to hear how 'beloved' he was by the people of Krypton.

The entire hall was filled with faces of anger, twisted and demonic, as if they wished to tear Jor-El apart on the spot.

Jor-El's expression turned ashen as he scanned the seven million faces filled with hatred, curses, and malice.

In his exchange with H'el, he found there was no way to defend himself.

Who would have thought that H'el could still save seven million Kryptonians, allowing them to condemn him even as Krypton faced destruction? At this moment, he willingly exposed his dark and selfish nature.

Even though Jor-El, who had transformed himself into an electronic information consciousness, was guided more by reason than emotion, he still felt an uncontrollable anger and discomfort in the face of the seven million people's curses and insults.

Being revered, praised, becoming a renowned scientist of Krypton, and being a source of pride for the House of El were the things he had taken the most pride in. Even with Krypton's impending destruction, he couldn't help but care.

Watching the twisted faces hurling insults at him, Jor-El felt so overwhelmed that his electronic information seemed on the verge of chaotic explosion. The circuits around him short-circuited, sparking continuously.

"Is that you, my dear son, Jor..." Nimda's vacant gaze returned to normal. She reached out her hands, trying to touch her son within the projection.

Amidst his discomfort, Jor-El recovered, seeing that his mother was still alive. Overwhelmed with shock and joy, he replied, "It's me, Mother."

"It's you, it's you, my dear son, Jor!!! Jor, why won't you rebuild Krypton? You've always been my pride, the honor of the House of El. You must rebuild Krypton, create a new Krypton, and become the greatest scientist!" Nimda looked at Jor, suddenly bursting into tears, her hands unable to touch her son within the projection.

"Mother, that kind of Krypton should not exist," Jor-El shook his head and replied.

That despairing Krypton was something he would never rebuild, even in the face of his mother's pleas.

The people looked at Jor-El's choice with cold eyes.

Jor-El was no longer considered a true Kryptonian by them. Someone who had forgotten the root of Kryptonian civilization, like him, had no right to exist as a Kryptonian.

"How can you not rebuild Krypton! Rebel, have you forgotten the order that the ancestors of the House of El upheld on Krypton? Have you forgotten the rise of the Star Emperor Elok-El, who overthrew the Usurian warlords and established the first city on Krypton? Have you forgotten honor? Have you forgotten the city of Elok, known as Elok Kol, built upon the twin pillars of truth and justice?"

Nimda was overwhelmed with despair and anger, letting out a heart-wrenching, furious scream. The wrinkles on her face turned crimson with rage.

She found it even harder to bear than others because her own son, Jor-El, had chosen to abandon the honor of the House of El.

She had thought Jor would create a new Krypton, become immortalized as the greatest scientist, and make heroic contributions just like the ancestors of the House of El. Even if she died during Krypton's destruction or if the crowd had killed her in their rage, she would have died with pride. Even in her coffin, she would have proudly told everyone that her son, Jor-El, was the greatest scientist, the pride of the House of El, and a son to be proud of until the end of her days.

But now, Jor-El had chosen to let Krypton vanish into the cosmos, and she felt like a stranger to her own son.

"I haven't forgotten the honor of the House of El, and I won't build Krypton that way again," Jor-El said with a bitter smile.

He had thought it through during the years spent with his son. The Krypton of the past had been a place of despair and hopelessness. The House of El hadn't brought hope; there was no need to repeat the mistakes.

"You rebellious child, you've forgotten Krypton, you've forgotten the House of El. You're the one they call a sinner! Ahhhhhhhh—Ahhhhhhhh——"

Nimda screamed from the depths of her soul, her son's abandonment incomprehensible to her. Jor-El hadn't fulfilled her expectation of restoring Krypton, and he was letting the House of El fade away.

The House of El had produced the biggest rebel of all—her own son.

Nimda couldn't bear it any longer. She screamed madly, her blood boiling, her face flushed with anger and madness. Her eyes filled with agony glowed with intense heat vision, and they turned back.

"Bang."

In the chaos, her reversing heat vision caused her own head to explode. Her aged and bloodied body fell from a kneeling position to the ground, lifeless.

Seven million people looked at Jor-El with cold eyes.

H'el hadn't anticipated that Jor-El would anger his own mother to death.

Jor-El stood there, his face twisted in shock, staring at his mother who had just died in front of him. He roared in anger, "H'el! You killed my mother!"

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