Pro: I was reincarnated.

Con: I am in Worm.

Pro: I'm Kryptonian.

Con: It's still Worm.

Pro: My power will be beyond imagination.

Con: I'm only seven right now.

It was a surprise putting everything together. The blanket with the coat of arms of the house of El was designed in gold, being put in a ship and being named Clark Kent, and my adoptive parents being Martha and Jonathan Kent.

Yeah, I would have had a heart attack if it weren't for the fact that again I am a Kryptonian but the fact that instead of a world that was having reality screwing with it daily. Instead, I figured out I was in Worm. Not that hard with terms like Capes, parahumans, Endbringers. . . Scion. I couldn't decide if that was better or worse.

My Jonathan and Martha Kent are good caring people but not to the point that they were naïve. Dad would teach me to see the best in people. To treat others like I would want to be treated.

Mom handled the money for the farm, looking for buyers, contracts, managing the money and wages. She believed that showing people a little kindness is more effective than any weapon known to man, but she also taught me that I should know when someone is trying to take advantage of said kindness.

Then as time passed so too did my strength, my powers. For years, my powers continued to grow, my powers developing.

It was hard for me and I could not imagine how hard it must have been for my adoptive parents. We were not struggling but money was not exactly laying around. But you can imagine what happens when heat surpassing the temperature of our sun hits an old barn.

On the bright side with my help, they could save money on hiring carpenters and architects to fix it again. That was only one of many incidents involving ocular powers. You think having super senses would be great, and in a way it is. But in the beginning, a mosquito passing gas across the world felt like listening to hard rock by putting my ear against a stereo. Now imagine people talking to me. It got so bad doctors labeled me as autistic. It was, funnily enough, the harder to control my super senses than my strength but once I found an anchor it was simple to block out the unimportant stuff from all my super senses.

At first, I tried getting used to it but that failed as my powers are always getting more powerful from the constant exposure to solar energy.

But life went on. And on. And on.

And on.

Then came the bane of all existence. Which no one could prevent regardless of power.

School.

But it wasn't just school, oh no. It's elementary school.

Third grade.

Now it wasn't boring just because I was bright for my age; It was having graduated high school and college with a solid 3.4 grade point average. To add to this, I had what most would humbly call a brain that would put the best tinker supercomputers to shame.

Sitting in the clumsily decorated classroom with all the other kids, I couldn't help but think that maybe I should have tried going with homeschooling; dealing with Nicole during the day was surprisingly pleasant. It was nice having a friend, especially one as loyal as her.

We went to the same elementary and shared the same class, and we were neighbors, so it was inevitable that we were close; I'm fine with that, except she loved to pester me about everything and anything.

Waving the energetic brunet goodbye as her parents drove off in a well-used car. I stood inhumanly still waiting for the red truck to show up. It was weird they were usually early.
After ten minutes I had enough and decided to walk.

Running, especially flying is faster but there might be some tinker camera or something just as ridiculous that could catch me. And if I'm being honest I don't need the PRT showing up at the farm. All things considered.

Smallville was weird even for small towns. It was one long road that forked into two making it look like a 'Y' that forked again and again. While Smallville had an urgent care hospital if it was anything too severe they would be sent to the next town over or via a helicopter.
It was close to 4 – The sun starting to set. Now, with only a few solid hours of daylight left. Hopping over the fence and into the cornfield I started I was going to run at full speed just get home, do homework that is way too easy, and go to bed.

I don't know I I decided to take a few extra steps before I started running but I did and the coppery smell of blood appeared out of nowhere along with a heart that was pumping way too fast. Feeling fear slither down my spine as pained whimpers that were too high to be from an adult. Not caring for the corn I ran through it until I arrived to find a small girl a few miles north. She was of Asian descent with long black that was disheveled, she wore a plain black kimono.

The poor thing had bandages on what was visible on her arms and legs. Fresh blood staining the white fabric. Peering through her kimono I could see more bandages on her torso. All her injuries were fresh, the copper spell of blood was so potent I wanted to gag.

Her amber eyes were puffy from crying but I guess she finally realized I was there because her eyes widened.

I could have sworn her hair twitched for a second.

Taking a step forward she flinched raising her arms against me and for the first time in my life I wanted to find the bastard and pull a homelander. No don't go there. Breath Clark, breath.

Taking a deep breath I tried calming down, the fluffy cat ears pressed against her head stopped twitching so erratically but her heart was still beating too fast. Wherever she escaped from must have the most incompetent assholes, I saw all the damage on her organs, burns, and punctures that never properly healed.
Gritting my teeth I raised my hands and kneeled on the muddy ground trying to look as harmless as possible to the older girl.

"Are you ok, Do you need a hospital?" I asked her keeping my voice steady and calm. The catgirl just blinked causing the unshed tears to fall before she wiped them away with the back of her hands.

Then she started talking in some Asian language.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand," I spoke slowly and as clearly as I could hoping she would pick up that I was here to help her. " My name is Clark, what's yours." I pressed my hands against myself when I said my name before pointing towards her hoping she would understand.

She just sat there staring at me before placing her knees to her chest and wrapping them with her arms, her eyes on me the whole time. I matched the older girl so we would be at the same height and I put my knees to my chest and hugged them and we just kept on waiting. I gave her a reassuring smile as she looked at my mud-caked jeans with guilt so I scooped up some wet mud and smeared it on my blue shirt.

I kept on smiling even as her eyes widened before she slowly smiled, she tried biting her lips before she started giggling.
She just kept on giggling for a good couple of minutes until she was out of air and just sat there breathing heavily with a smile on her face still present, her eyes filled with a sparkle that it was missing.

Then she whispered her name.

"Kuroka."

Somewhere in Venezuela

"I think we're close to hitting oil!" A worker yelled from the machines continued digging deep into the earth. It was a good spot; the ground was soft and easily drilled through. It was easy money. What could go wrong?

"Keep up the good work, people," the foreman yelled out, "Christmas bonus is riding on this site!" The men looked sharply as the drill lurched downward as if it all resistance came to a stop. "We either broke oil or we found a cave…" the machine jerked roughly. "Shut it off, shut it off!" The Foremen ordered. The drill made several clanking noises before it finally stopped. As they pulled the drill out for inspection a chrome box floated to the surface bobbing in the waves. It was the size of a two-story house.
"What is that?" One of the crewmen asked.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Someone else replied before everyone started throwing random ideas around.

"Enough!" The foremen ordered, "Chris call the Rangers and let them know we might have found some tinker tech." Chris nodded and went to call the local government's hero team. "Everyone else needs to leave. Now!" He orders and the entire crew quickly evacuate the site. Once everyone evacuated a safe enough distance waiting for the local government to arrive.

No one could explain the feeling of dread, panic, or the urge to run or to end their own life if they couldn't get away. The very same feeling every creature felt when the drill broke ground and every living creature capable of feeling fear, and what had everything running, flying, crawling away as fast as they could.

An instinct that no human could explain as they felt the presence of death over them. Within the chrome cube stood a large humanoid being chained down with large chrome cables to a rock that was older than any city, government, or language. The figure was wearing what could be a large hazmat suit with a pair of red goggles instead of a face covering. The hulking figure stood at seven feet with a physique that transcended a Greek god and entered the realm of unholy abomination with limbs thicker than great oaks, hands that can grab a full-grown man like a child grabs an action figure.
Underneath the green suit, the creature looked even less human with its ashen grey skin and bone protrusions building against the fabric. The worst of it all was the feeling of death the demon gave of.

The feeling of standing before a malevolent force of nature.

A Doomsday.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy the chapter please leave plenty of reviews. And Sorry it wasn't 2k this chapter was fighting me and word almost deleted it... again.