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[RNZO] Ch 342: Three Newcomers
🕑 Added 2025-07-23 22:42:05 +0000 UTC— — — — — —
"....."
"You bastards! Traitors! You deserve to die! You don't deserve to be Kryptonians!"
After Renzo let go of him, Zod shook his head, barely regaining his balance, then glared hatefully at both Renzo and Clark before launching a punch straight at Renzo.
Smack!
Renzo casually raised his hand and caught the punch mid-air, then slammed his own fist into Zod's stomach— hard.
He even infused the blow with Source Energy, which pierced right into Zod's body.
Zod's face and neck turned bright red from the pain. His back arched like a shrimp.
"Urgh!…"
The blow was so intense he couldn't even scream properly. He dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach, groaning at Renzo's feet.
Taking advantage of the moment, Faora suddenly sprang up and lunged at Renzo—
Only to be sent flying by a brutal kick.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!
Zod tried to get up again, but Renzo didn't hold back. He just started hammering him with punch after punch, leaving Zod completely dazed.
Zod had no idea why Renzo was being so ruthless.
Weren't they both Kryptonians?
Not far away, Clark had just finished taking down the other Kryptonian soldiers. He looked up and saw Renzo absolutely pummeling Zod. The guy was covered in blood, his face swollen and bruised — a pitiful sight.
Clark hesitated for a moment, then called out, "Alright, stop hitting him! He looks pathetic!"
Zod felt a wave of warmth in his heart. Could it be that Kal-El, Jor-El's son, actually had a kind side?
But then—
Clark added, "Let's just kill him already."
"...Huh?!"
Zod: "…..MF."
Just when he thought this guy had a conscience!
Turns out even with those big innocent eyes, Clark was just as cold-hearted? Not even a full sentence in and he's already talking about murder?!
He was about to curse him out—
But Renzo just gave Clark a glance of mild surprise and nodded. "Sure, why not?"
"Wait, we all are—!"
Zod wanted to say something.
Too late.
Renzo raised a finger and pointed it right between Zod's brows. A cero shot into his forehead, instantly scrambling his soul and mind.
Zod's pupils dilated. All strength left his body. He collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
"General?! ..… Dammit, I'll kill you!"
Faora screamed with all her might when she saw this. She rushed at Renzo, trying to avenge Zod.
Thud!
Renzo sidestepped her attack with ease, then knocked her out cold with a precise chop to the neck.
After that, his eyes changed — golden light shone from his irises as the Rinne-Tenseigan Eyes activated, revealing a six-pointed star pattern. His spiritual energy flooded the entire Kryptonian fleet.
"Forced Brainwash!"
A few seconds later, Renzo deactivated the Rinne-Tenseigan Eyes.
Everyone on the ship had been brainwashed into absolute loyalty.
"They're all loyal now," Renzo explained.
Clark blinked, still confused. He was especially curious about those strange, glowing eyes Renzo just used.
Renzo had always had Kryptonian powers — heat vision, X-ray vision, that kind of thing — but this was new. It felt more like… magic.
And powerful magic at that. Far more profound than anything Kryptonian.
"Those are the Rinne-Tenseigan Eyes," Renzo said casually. "Got them through a lucky break and some experiments. Anyway, I've brainwashed the remaining Kryptonians. They'll follow my orders now. No more rebellion risk."
Clark was stunned. "Already? That fast? Damn, you're really pulling away from me…"
He scratched his head and gave a bitter smile.
Same Kryptonian blood, yet the gap between them felt like a canyon now.
Of course, he knew better than to complain. He was still Superboy — one of the most powerful beings on Earth.
After all, how many Earthlings could ever catch up to someone like him?
"What are you planning to do with the fleet now?" Clark asked.
Renzo looked at him. "Got any ideas?"
Clark shook his head. "Not really. Just don't let the nations on Earth find out. If they do, it'll be an absolute nightmare. That fleet belongs to an advanced civilization; they'll never leave it alone."
"Mm." Renzo nodded. "Some countries may already know, but it's fine. I'll hide the fleet shortly. Publicly, let's say we drove the aliens away. Sound good?"
He wasn't in the mood to play diplomatic games with Earth governments.
"Works for me," Clark said. "But what about afterward? What are you going to do with them?"
"Let them live on Earth. I'll assign them jobs in my company or something. As long as their identities stay secret, it'll be fine."
"That's actually not a bad idea," Clark said. "I've got no objections."
As for rebuilding Krypton?
Clark had no such dreams.
Neither did Renzo.
"Alright then, let's go," Renzo said, placing a hand on Clark's shoulder.
The two of them exited the ship and appeared in outer space.
Then, to Clark's complete shock, Renzo waved his hand — and the entire Kryptonian fleet disappeared into the Takamagahara domain.
No way a storage ring could fit something that massive.
Clark's jaw dropped. "You... wow. You're getting more mysterious by the day. I seriously can't figure you out anymore."
Then he gave a wry chuckle. "Forget it. Not even gonna try. Let's head back."
With that, Clark flew back toward Earth, and Renzo followed close behind.
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Back on Earth…
"Alien fleet? Superman and Superboy both flew out there? Something's off here…"
Batman stared at the satellite and telescope feeds. He'd just seen Renzo and Clark head toward the Kryptonian fleet.
The fleet had vanished without a trace — but that only made him more suspicious.
If anything, this made him even more determined to investigate.
He already had contingency plans against Superboy.
He was now thinking it might be time to make one for Superman too.
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In the Consciousness Realm...
"Yo! You're all up early."
Finally, Superman Renzo popped into the mindspace.
He saw that Hermione, Uchiha Renzo, and a few others were already there.
And… three new faces?
One of them looked like he was from ancient times. The second was a woman. The third was clearly from the modern era.
"Eh? Who are these guys?" Superman asked, puzzled.
Hermione shot him a look. "Good timing. They just arrived, and we were just getting to know them."
The man in traditional robes on the left gave a polite cupped-fist salute and introduced himself.
"I come from the world of the Three Kingdoms. Right now, I'm following Lord Cao for a living. I thought I didn't have a cheat ability — or maybe my memories were the cheat — but now… well."
He trailed off, smiling wryly. Guess fate had other plans for him. If he'd had a cheat right from the start, maybe he would've tried to conquer the world.
But now? He figured playing strategist for Lord Cao wasn't a bad gig. Besides, he already had a few wives under his belt.
All his wives were absolute beauties. And the best part? He didn't need to stress over conquering the world every day. Just steer the ship now and then, offer a little strategic advice, and that was it.
Life was good.
"Why don't you become emperor yourself?" Hermione asked, clearly confused.
"Working under someone else is way too risky!"
"I guess I'm just lazy," Chinese Renzo admitted with a shrug. "Plus, I crossed over a few years back. I was just a nobody—no money, no power, no fame. Trying to conquer anything from that position? Way too hard. So I gave up early."
"Gave up? You lowlife!" A woman said with a face of disgust.
Eevee sighed. "Come on, Mikasa, don't be so harsh. He's not the first useless trash we've had around here. Just look at Hentai Renzo."
Hentai was deep in conversation with the R-18 guy about god-knows-what and completely ignored the jab.
“Wait—Mikasa? Like, Attack on Titan Mikasa?”
“Is there another Mikasa?” Eevee snorted.
“Anyway, back on topic,” Jedi Renzo said casually. “Mikasa, no need to rush. With your power now, you can handle everything at your own pace. You’re basically invincible. Worst case? Use the Uchiha’s eyes and just brainwash everyone into living peacefully.”
Demon Slayer looked stunned. “Wouldn’t that be… overkill?”
“…He’s just lazy,” Uchiha Renzo said flatly.
They’d all seen his memories. They knew how he thought.
The guy was practically born a couch potato. Though, to be fair, the new Chinese dude outdid him—he didn’t even bother trying to rule or lead. Just living the dream: wives, naps, food, sex. Rinse and repeat.
“Honestly? Not a bad idea to take things slow,” Gundam Renzo added, raising his hands like he was surrendering. “Now that I’ve got all this power, I kinda regret rushing things. Feels like I skipped all the fun parts.”
Sure, his story was epic.
But sometimes? It felt boring as hell.
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