Just as the memories began to fade, another vivid memory struck me. It was the moment of my death here on Krypton. Strangely, reality seemed to glitch, and I found myself once again in that void, racing towards a light.

As I passed through that light, the memory abruptly ended. Now, it became clear that I had been reincarnated in another universe, where I lived for 30 years, only to return to this one.

It appeared that not much time had passed in this universe since my death. It seemed as though I had reincarnated at the exact moment I died, a seamless transition between lives and universes, binding my existence in a continuous loop of life, death, and rebirth.

I stepped away from the chair, a mix of trepidation and curiosity nudging me towards the mirror. What would I see? The man in the reflection was me, yet not the 'me' I remembered.

My eyes, a striking golden yellow, were a sharp contrast to the man I once was. Long braids fell around my face. Perhaps this feeling of dissonance was because I had been in a human body for a long time, and my mind was still operating on human wavelengths.

My skin, a smooth shade of light brown, was unmarred by the scars or flaws from my past human life, now just the impeccable Kryptonian biology, perfectly sculpted and resilient.

I looked just like I did when I was human, but without any imperfections — like the most handsome man, even by Kryptonian standards. From what I could gather from my memories, my features would be considered strikingly attractive.

Pushing aside my narcissistic thoughts, I made my way to the desk and settled into my chair

I need to plan out what i have to do before I leave this planet i sat back on the chair and looked at the date I remember it was 1948 when this planet will explode. the year is 1946 right now looking at the hologram.

I sank back into the chair, my mind whirring with plans and calculations. The urgency of my situation was clear: I had to act before Krypton's impending doom, which, according to my recollection, was destined for 1948. It was 1946 now, the holographic calendar confirmed it.

The first task was daunting but crucial: rescuing my parents from the ethereal prison of the Phantom Zone.

To achieve this, I would need to forge alliances with influential nobles and citizens alike, sharing with them the dire prophecy of our planet's fate.

Convincing them would be no easy feat, for it would require challenging their deeply entrenched beliefs and the very fabric of Kryptonian society.

Once allies were secured, the next phase would be to ensure the survival of our race. I would devise a plan to shepherd as many Kryptonians to safety as possible, beyond the confines of this doomed world.

It was imperative to convey the potential we held, how our physiology could thrive and become more formidable under different suns. This knowledge could be the key to our evolution and survival.

The mysteries locked within my DNA awaited me, a personal quest to unlock the secrets my parents had discovered and integrated into my being.
I suspected that within my genetic code lay the answer to harnessing energy from all sources, not just the sun. This could mean invulnerability, not just to the elements of Krypton but to the wider cosmos.

Moreover, I was determined to seek out the fabled 'DNA of Doom' — a mythical blueprint rumored to render one indestructible. If I could integrate its essence into my own DNA, I might become an unassailable force.

Originally known as "The Ultimate," Doomsday originated in prehistoric Krypton, long before the humanoid Kryptonian race emerged as the planet's dominant species about 250,000 years ago.

At that time, Krypton was a treacherous and unforgiving world, where survival was reserved for the mightiest.

In the midst of this brutal era, an alien scientist named Bertron embarked on a ruthless experiment in evolution, aiming to create the ultimate life form.

He began with a humanoid infant, born in vitro in a laboratory, and released him onto Krypton's hostile surface. The infant was quickly overwhelmed by the savage environment and perished. However, Bertron was undeterred.

He retrieved the remains and used them to create a stronger clone.
This cycle of death and rebirth continued relentlessly for decades, each iteration contributing to a process of accelerated evolution.

Tragically, the memory of each painful demise was etched into the creature's genetic makeup. This constant cycle of agony not only fortified him physically but also left a deep psychological scar, instilling in him a profound hatred for all forms of life.

As the child evolved through this relentless cycle, he eventually adapted to withstand Krypton's extreme temperatures and harsh atmosphere.

However, this only led to his swift demise at the claws of the planet's ferocious predators.

Over time, and without the aid of Bertron's technological interventions, he developed the ability to sustain himself on solar energy, eliminating the need for food or air.

Moreover, he acquired a remarkable ability to resurrect and adapt to overcome any force that had previously led to his downfall.

This creature, now known as The Ultimate, embarked on a grim crusade across Krypton. He hunted down and eradicated the very predators that once posed a threat to his existence.

His journey of vengeance culminated in a final, fatal confrontation with Bertron, the scientist he had grown to perceive as his nemesis.

This act was the ultimate expression of his evolution and survival, a testament to the merciless nature of his existence.

I will have to search through this planet to find any trace of his DNA, as I am certain it can be found due to the fights and the amount of blood he spilled. Additionally, I am not sure if we Kryptonians evolved from his DNA, as we share some of his characteristics

This, however, would require delving into the most advanced scientific repositories and perhaps venturing into realms of science considered forbidden or unexplored.

With each step of my plan, I would have to move carefully. Secrecy and speed were essential, as the Council's eyes were ever-watchful, and their tolerance for dissent was notoriously thin.

I would have to be both a shadow and a visionary, working under the radar while inspiring change and preparing for a mass exodus.

Amidst all this, I would need to prepare myself for the journey — physically, mentally, and emotionally.

I would train in the martial arts my father had shown me, mastering the disciplines of Torquasm Vo and Torquasm Rao to fortify my mind and body against the unknown challenges ahead.

With a heavy sigh, I contemplated the enormity of the plans ahead. Among my objectives was the creation of an AI chip — a compact device that could store the planet's vast databases. It would surely escape notice, for here on Krypton, data storage was entrusted to crystals, not chips.

My thoughts then drifted to my mother and father. Ten years had passed since their banishment to the Phantom Zone, a place where time could behave unpredictably.

I found myself hoping against hope that they were enduring, despite the zone's distorted flow of time. The concern for their well-being weighed on me, adding a personal urgency to my mission.

Authers notes 

These will be my plans for the next 15 or so chapters. I hope you're as excited about this journey as I am. For those curious, Ethen exists in the Earth-2 universe, where Kryptonians are among the most powerful beings in the cosmos. Writing this story has been a thrilling experience, and I hope it brings as much enjoyment to you as it does to me. Please don't hesitate to point out any errors or mistakes you find, and I'll be sure to fix them. Your feedback is invaluable as we continue this adventure together.

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