The kitchen was quiet except for the soft scrape of fork against plate. Robert ate quietly, working through the pot roast and mashed potatoes with the efficiency of someone who understood food as fuel rather than pleasure. Martha Kent sat across from him, her hands wrapped around a coffee mug that had gone cold an hour ago.
"So," she said, her voice calm in the way only a mother's could be, "how did your date go?"
He finished chewing before answering. "It was good. We watched a movie. We walked in the park after."
Martha nodded, studying his face with that particular scrutiny that missed nothing. "You need more nights like that. A young man should have a life beyond whatever keeps you out so late."
The unspoken question hung between them. She never asked directly. After all these years, she'd learned that some things couldn't be explained over dinner. Trust meant knowing when to accept silence.
"Where is everyone?" Robert asked.
"Your father's already asleep," she said. "Tractor work wore him out. Clark's in his room. Probably texting Chloe."
He finished eating and stood, placing his plate in the sink. "Thank you for dinner."
"Get some rest, Robert. You look tired."
"I'll be fine. I am just showing I'm looking tired."
He left the kitchen and moved through the familiar hallways. The floorboards creaked in predictable places. The photographs on the walls showed a family that looked ordinary—Jonathan and Martha's wedding, Clark's first day of school, his own picture with family.
His room was unchanged. He closed the door and changed into sleepwear. On the nightstand, his BlackBerry sat dark and silent. He picked it up.
Three messages from Lana.
Lana: you home safe?
Lana:helloooo?
Lana:if you got kidnapped I'm gonna be mad
He typed back
Robert: Just got in. Had some work.
Robert:Sorry for the delay.
The response came within seconds.
Lana: ok be careful
Lana:you okay though?
He could feel the worry in her words.
Robert: I'm fine. Just tired.
Lana:good. just text me before you go anywhere
Robert:ok
They talked for a few minutes. Mundane things. Her father's store, schoolwork, their date. When he finally said goodnight, he meant it.
He set the phone down and sat on the edge of the bed, letting the silence settle. The day had been long in ways that had nothing to do with hours. He'd destroyed twelve worlds, broken a New God's will, and absorbed a fundamental cosmic force. Now he was expected to sleep.
But first, he needed to understand what he'd become.
He settled into the meditation posture that he learned from some Chinese cultivation—spine straight, legs crossed, hands resting palm-up. Breathing was optional now, but the rhythm helped focus his thoughts. He closed his eyes and descended inward.
The Void manifested as darkness, but not emptiness. It was absolute potential, a space that existed between heartbeats. Within it floated spheres of energy, each one representing a power he had absorbed and integrated.
The solar sphere was largest, a miniature star that pulsed with golden light. Beside it, the kinetic sphere hummed with trapped motion, its surface vibrating with contained force. A smaller green sphere—kryptonite, deadly radiation converted into stored data. There were others, smaller still: microwave radiation from satellite communications, cosmic rays from deep space, the background hum of the universe itself.
He reached for the solar sphere. The moment his consciousness touched it, reality shifted.
He stood in a new void, this one filled with endless suns. Red dwarfs, blue giants, neutron stars, black holes that somehow still radiated light. Each one was a potential source of power, a connection he could draw upon. He'd glimpsed this before when basking in Earth's sun, but now he saw the full architecture.
His Void wasn't just a battery. It was a library, a database of every energy system he'd encountered. It stored not just the power, but the fundamental principles that governed it. He had his own energy universe where he had almost endless reserves, draw from them, become a conduit for their energy.
He withdrew, returning to the central void, and approached the kinetic sphere. The same thing happened—a space filled with pure motion, with every possible state of momentum and impact. He understood it now. His power to absorb and redirect kinetic energy wasn't a simple ability. It was him tapping into this repository, this fundamental understanding of motion itself.
The same with kryptonite. The Void had dissected it, understood its molecular structure, its radiation signature, and stored it as usable data. He could project it, neutralize it, weaponize it.
But there was one energy he hadn't fully integrated.
The Omega energy.
He opened the dimensional pocket where he'd sealed Grayven's beams. The red omega energy spilled out, angry and purposeful. It tried to scatter, to seek targets, to fulfill its programming of erasure. But the Void was ready. It didn't just contain the energy—it devoured it, analyzed it, broke it down into its constituent concepts and rebuilt it as something he could control.
The process was not gentle. The Omega energy fought, its nature resisting assimilation. But the Void was absolute. It consumed the beams entirely, and when it was done, a new sphere hung in his consciousness.
Black as singularity, yet crackling with white lightning across its surface. The Omega sphere. The moment it formed, knowledge flooded into him—not just how to use it, but its limitations. The beams could erase matter and energy, could chase targets through time and space, could not be stopped by conventional means. But against reality warping? Against someone who could simply declare "no"? Then it was just light. Pretty, deadly, but in front of beings like true Darkseid or many low-level beings meaningless.
The erasure effect was powerful but not absolute. It removed things from this universe, but a true reality-warper could simply bring them back or prevent the erasure entirely. To achieve the full concept of Omega—the absolute, unbreakable finality—he would need the source.
Darkseid.
Or rather, the full measure of his power. He understood now that the Darkseid they'd seen, the one who fought heroes on Earth, was merely an avatar. A projection of a far greater being that existed outside the normal framework of reality. The true Darkseid was outerversal, a fundamental concept of tyranny and control that wore bodies like clothes.
He'd need to face that eventually. To absorb the full Omega concept, he'd have to confront the genuine beings. The thought didn't inspire fear—only cold calculation. He had time. He had power. And he had a growing understanding of just how deep the cosmic game went.
He opened his eyes. The clock read 7:42 PM. Only minutes had passed in the real world, though subjectively he'd spent hours exploring the architecture of his powers.
And on the table, the marble-like planets he turned them into his trophies.
He lay back, closing his eyes. The Void waited, patient and infinite. The spheres of power rotated slowly in his consciousness—the sun, the kinetic, the kryptonite, the Omega. Each one a tool, each one a part of him. He let his awareness drift, not into the Void this time, but into true rest.
Tomorrow was going to be fun.
But for now, in the quiet darkness of a Kansas night, he slept. And as always, the sleep was dreamless.
When you carry the void inside you, there's no room for nightmares.
[Now tell me how was that,i done this chapter after so many simulation with mf Ai but i didn't give me satisfactory word feller and after that i delete useless shit words and dumb conversation and write my own conversation and after that give that Mf Ai to correct the grammar as the while keep the sentence now tell me how was chapter]
For next chapter i will write hole conversation my own action]
[So give me stone for my hard work and even my exam will be from tomorrow 🥺]
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