Marvel: Extraordinary Comprehension

Chapter 147: With One Punch, Zod Is Buried! The Invincible Fleet Yields—A Global Shockwave!

"Long live the gods!"

"One punch! He took out the alien's leader in one strike!"

"Prince Lucci! He's the true Guardian of Earth!"

Lucci slowly pulled back his fist, glancing over the trembling, kneeling Faora and the defeated Kryptonian soldiers. They tossed down their weapons, falling to their knees to beg for mercy.

He did not wipe them out—because, to him, a leaderless Kryptonian army was no longer a threat, but an excellent supply of "labor" and "research materials."

Ten thousand meters above Metropolis, on the flagship Black Zero, you could hear a pin drop.

He retracted the punch—faint blue motes still trailing from his fingertips. This was Zod's final trace in this world.

Yet Lucci did not pause. His gaze stayed as deep and calm as an ancient well.

Even as he destroyed Zod, Lucci's terrifying divine senses extended like thousands of invisible tendrils, penetrating the ship's thick armor to envelope the entire Kryptonian fleet—and even locked onto the "World Engine" set to unleash its destructive pulse at the heart of the Indian Ocean.

From his godlike point of view, the blue planet appeared impossibly vivid.

He could see the rolling Indian Ocean, the terrible black spire—the World Engine—anchored to the seafloor, the spinning gravity generator atop it already roaring with frenzied power.

Seawater around it had been forced back, forming a giant vacuum several kilometers wide. Terrifying gravity waves were building up—once unleashed, Earth's gravitational field would collapse entirely.

"These noisy things ought to be erased," Lucci quietly commanded, ignoring the fearful stares around him.

A moment after Lucci spoke, space above the Indian Ocean warped strangely. Reality itself bent to Lucci's will—he no longer needed gestures or incantations; every thought or word became law.

Vrrrr—

The World Engine—once powerful enough to crush a star—choked and died, smothered by an unnameable higher-dimensional force. The internal Phantom Power Core, built with Krypton's top tech for millennia of operation, collapsed in an instant.

Oceanic energy was instantly crushed and forced into a single point, then banished into nothingness.

The raging, boiling sea became still in a heartbeat.

The black spire's viewing window went dark—the intricate parts stopped, energy circuits burned out.

At Lucci's simple command, this planet-busting device—capable of dooming all mankind—became a heap of dead metal, plunging to the seafloor with a resounding crash.

On Black Zero, the red dot representing the World Engine on monitoring screens turned abruptly into a gray 'death cross.'

"Report… Report! Engine Unit 1 lost contact!"

"Energy reading zero! Core meltdown detected—no, the core is just gone!"

The Kryptonian technician at the control panel yelled in despair.

They never imagined their civilization's greatest weapon would be but an "annoyance" to the enemy.

Lucci looked at the pale-faced technicians—there was no mercy in his gaze, only the cold indifference one reserves for pawns on a chessboard.

"Now, the Earth is much quieter."

He clapped his hands, as if silencing an annoying alarm clock.

Down on the surface, Cyborg and Bruce Wayne analyzed satellite data, shocked.

"It's gone? Such a huge energy reaction—vanished without a trace?"

Cyborg's electronic eye sparkled, frantically running logic analyses—only to conclude:

"Unanalyzable. This power exceeds known physical laws."

Batman quietly disengaged the safety on his Kryptonite launcher. He realized in that moment that all his contingency plans were mere jokes before Lucci's godlike might.

…

On Black Zero, every remaining Kryptonian froze—each agonizing second like a hammer blow to the spine.

They stood motionless, staring at the main screen…at the shut-down World Engine.

But Zod's death mattered even more!

"No…impossible! You're a demon! You're an illusion!"

Faora was first to recover from shock, her eyes bloodshot with rage and the collapse of her faith.

As Zod's most devoted follower, she could not accept her leader's utter erasure.

"Fight him! Avenge the General!"

Her Kryptonian cells burned furiously, her potential flaring to its limits. She became a bolt of black lightning, speeding straight for Lucci, shattering sonic barriers as she went.

Inspired, the remaining Kryptonian warriors let out tragic roars.

They discarded their ranged weapons for the brute, primal hand-to-hand combat of Krypton.

Powerful bio-force fields collided in the narrow bridge, unleashing enough force to upend an entire city.

A desperate final charge.

Yet—

Even in the face of this might—enough to destroy Earth's civilizations—Lucci neither flinched nor defended.

He stood quietly, a faintly mocking smile on his lips.

Bang!

Faora's iron fist, able to shatter mountains, was just centimeters from Lucci's face when it happened.

A pale golden, near-invisible energy wall rose around Lucci—no spell, but an Absolute Domain, naturally formed by the laws.

Faora suddenly felt as if she'd struck an indestructible supernova.

No matter how much divine power she channeled, her fist could not move a single micrometer forward!

"Roll."

Lucci spoke a single word.

Instantly, the golden wall erupted with overwhelming repulsive force—far more than mere physical power, it warped even space itself.

Faora and the charging Kryptonian warriors were sent flying like insects hit by a planet, embedded deep into the warship's walls and frame.

Faora tumbled down below the main screen, bones creaking, vomiting dark blood—the madness in her eyes finally replaced by utter terror.

"As I said, in my presence, so-called biopower is nothing but a child's prank."

Lucci withdrew his aura, strolling towards Faora.

His handsome face betrayed no murderous intent, but his transcendent, despotic confidence robbed every Kryptonian present of their will to resist.

This was not about tactics or bravery anymore; it was a species-level, dimensional suppression.

He stopped before Faora, the female Krypton officer.

She struggled to rise, but under Lucci's gaze—all her pride, all her courage—evaporated instantly.

His eyes held neither anger nor malice—only the detached cold of a god staring at ants.

To her, being wiped out would be no different than dust swept from a white table.

Lucci ignored her trembling gaze and turned to the command terminal.

A gentle gesture, and the supreme command channel for the whole fleet was under his control.

At that instant, not just Black Zero but every Kryptonian submarine in near-Earth orbit received the same message.

And across the globe, every human, connected through the network, heard this judgment.

His voice was calm, composed, entirely without anger—and yet, his presence was unmistakable.

"You must now understand. Your so-called leader, Zod the restorer of Krypton, has vanished through his own arrogance. Your final trump card—the World Engine—is now scrap at the bottom of the sea."

He paused, his tone turning icier.

"The so-called Kryptonian civilization ends here and now. You are no longer conquerors; you are a band of wandering, doomed convicts, stripped of your homeland, your leader, and even your future."

Even as he spoke, desperate wailing and commotion broke out across the fleet.

"However, I am a merciful man," Lucci calmly smiled. "In my domain, I'm short of helpers to serve menial tasks. Plus, your genetics and technology are quite admirable."

"You have two options."

Lucci raised two fingers.

"First, abandon your pitiful pride, swear your souls and loyalty to me. In exchange, I will allow you to live in a corner of the Earth and keep your bloodline alive."

"Second, persist in your so-called noble resistance. In that case, I will personally erase you and your fleet from the physical universe."

"You have ten seconds. Every second is your final chance to breathe in existence."

As Lucci finished, he quietly leaned back on the command dais and began counting in his mind.

"Ten."

"Nine…"

"Eight…"

In that moment, the whole ship—the entire starry sky—was deathly silent.

Every passing second felt like a hammer smashing down on every Kryptonian's back.

Faora looked at the familiar Kryptonian faces on the monitors, their eyes filled with longing and despair.

She knew—in that instant—Krypton had truly perished.

If she refused, Krypton's tens of thousands of years of history would be severed forever.

When Lucci reached "one", Faora finally braced her broken knees and—before all the world's watching eyes—lowered her head for the first time in her life, kneeling heavily at Lucci's feet.

"I am… Faora. On behalf of the remaining Kryptonian military…"

Her voice was hoarse, heavy with humiliation, but—before a god—her words carried unmatched awe.

"I swear allegiance to the great Prince Lucci… Please, grant us the right to live."

As Faora knelt, the Kryptonian fleet—so menacing just moments before—collapsed like a beast stripped of its spine. All resistance fell.

In near-Earth orbit, the massive black submarines slowly closed their main gun hatches and lowered their energy flags—a symbol of submission to Earth.

Lucci watched the kneeling Faora and the surrendered Kryptonians, a satisfied look in his eyes.

"A wise decision."

He snapped his fingers.

In an instant, a gigantic golden magic web, formed by countless runes, blossomed at the center of Black Zero's bridge.

"From this moment, your supreme systems are taken into my magic network. All authority is mine."

He didn't give them even a moment to breathe. His divine intellect cracked all Kryptonian security protocols in a blink.

To Lucci, who commands the laws of reality and possesses ultimate understanding, Kryptonian technology—though advanced—was merely a collection of intricate building blocks.

He could deduce the underlying logic at a mere glance.

"Let me categorize these."

Lucci's thoughts flickered.

His gaze grew impossibly deep, flows of information flashing in his pupils.

"The Growth Codex—found." Within the deep database, Lucci retrieved a softly glowing golden data mass—containing the aggregate gene blueprints Krypton had refined over billions of years of natural selection. Truly, a miracle of creation.

"Kryptonian gene pool, Phantom Zone technology, World Engine schematics, stellar energy conversion matrix…"

A trace of joy sprang from Lucci's heart.

His personal combat prowess was already unrivaled, but even such power could not rule the universe alone.

The Kryptonian fleet provided not just a mighty auxiliary force, but also filled major gaps in his basic sciences and interstellar colonization capabilities.

"Jean, Jane, Diana—come in," he called to the void.

A moment later, three women appeared on the bridge.

Seeing the kneeling Kryptonians and Faora's abject submission, their beautiful faces flashed with shock—then settled into a look of worship that said, "This is how things should be."

"Lucci… Did you really subdue them?" Jane cried, running her hands over a holographic interface. "This is the highest level of galactic technology. If we adapted it to Earth—"

"Earth is not ready to bear such a civilization." Lucci cut her off coolly. "The fleet will be stationed on the far side of the moon for now. Earth will serve as an experimental base."

He glanced back at Faora, his tone emotionless.

"Gather all data and equipment and leave Earth orbit. Head for the coordinates on the far side of the moon. Any who fall behind—are executed, without mercy."

"Yes… Your Highness." Faora pressed her forehead to the ground, bowing respectfully without the slightest hesitation.

…

On the ground—

Superman Clark, mouth gaping, watched the black fleet rise into the sky, departing the atmosphere with a complex expression.

He realized that from this day forth, there were no more so-called "gods on Earth." There was only one true god, ruling these stars—Lucci.

The Avengers, Justice League, leaders of countries—all stared at the man in black standing in the void.

At that moment, only one thought ran through their minds:

As long as this man lives, the starry sky will bear the name of the Prince Lucci forever.