From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 447 The Young Superman is a Good Example
Smallman Prequel World
Smolwell
Kent Farm
late at night

A dark figure appeared at Kent's farmhouse with incredible speed, first entering Clark's bedroom through an open window.

Young Clark suddenly became alert. As soon as he stood up, he felt as if all his strength had been drained away. A dizzy feeling came over him, and then everything went black.

Bang! !

Just as he was in this extremely weak state, a fair, white fist punched him on the head, knocking him completely unconscious.

The figure in black walked to the bedside, loosened his clenched left hand, revealing the glittering kryptonite.

He took out another rope, tied Clark tightly, and then hung the kryptonite around Clark's neck.

Clark is not yet in high school, he is incredibly weak, and has absolutely no resistance to kryptonite.

Having done all this without alerting anyone except Clark, the shadowy figure disappeared from Clark's house and entered the Kent family's barn.

Meanwhile, Whitney stood at her bedroom window, gazing in the direction of Kent Farm, her eyes veiled in a faint red, as if covered by a red film.

Tonight, everyone in the town of Smallville will have a good dream.

Freddy's dream-entering ability, which originated from his good friend Elm Street, was further explored by the Dream-Entering Divine Power. He thrived in this world, and when combined with the genjutsu of the Naruto world, he went even further, allowing him to incorporate the entire town into the dream he constructed.

The Kent family's barn was spacious, filled with the mixed smell of hay and rust. The floorboards were old and creaked underfoot.

Lifting the partition on the barn floor revealed the entrance to the basement. Entering the basement, she immediately saw the spaceship half-buried among the clutter. It was small, black, and covered with fine Kryptonian runes, gleaming coldly in the dim light of the barn.

Karak, dressed in a Kryptonian-made uniform, looked at Clark's small spaceship with a slight smile on his lips.

Although they are relatives, Kara only had a small spaceship on Earth, lacking advanced technology. Superman, on the other hand, not only had a small spaceship but also all the Kryptonians, who were all members of the El family. It's truly a case of different fates for different people!

Even in Astra's Rozburg, there wasn't that much Kryptonian technology.

But now, everything belongs to her.

As they approached the spaceship, it seemed to sense something, and with a "hum," it hovered up, flashing a milky-white light.

"Although we're not from the same universe, we're all from the El family. This thing won't deny it, will it?!" she muttered to herself as she stepped forward and raised her hand.

In that instant, she clearly felt a sense of familiarity that came from the depths of her blood.

The moment the outstretched fingertip touched the runes, the patterns suddenly lit up, as if an electric current was spreading along the metal—not a blinding white light, but a cold light with a ghostly blue hue.

The spaceship has been activated!

“When Clark was sent away, he was just an infant, knowing nothing. Not only then, but even now, he knows nothing. The only way to use the functions of this spaceship is through bloodline, the bloodline of the El family. I'm sorry, I have the same bloodline.” Looking at the activated spaceship, Karaka's smile widened. His fingers, which were stroking the spaceship, stopped at a spot where there was a diamond-shaped mark with a noticeable protrusion, an “S.” Seeing this “S,” Karaka couldn’t help but draw a “B” on it with his finger. Shaw Brothers, huh? Their erotic films were quite good.

Then, as Kara's fingertips brushed across the surface, the "S" suddenly lit up, and the activated spaceship quieted down, returning to its original gray and drab appearance.

With a snap, the small, black, diamond-shaped stick sprang out.

It is the master control key for this spaceship.

Karaka took the key, lifted the enormous spaceship, and carried it into the barn. Then, she returned to Clark's bedroom, took out a huge syringe, and began drawing blood from Clark. She drew three large vials of blood before putting the syringe away, untying the rope binding Clark in case of emergency, removing the kryptonite hanging around his neck, glancing at the pale-faced, barely breathing young Superman, smiling, and then leaving his bedroom without a trace.

Back in the barn, they lifted the spaceship and soared into the sky, their target still Titan.

The construction of the West Base requires these technologies to contribute.

At the Fordman residence, Whitney's redness gradually faded, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

Enveloping the entire town was a rather strenuous task for him given his current strength, especially considering he had only recently been resurrected.

However, he still has time.

The next day, the Smallwell football coach looked rather grim as he looked at the letter Whitney handed him.

"Whitney, what do you mean by this? This is only the first day of holiday training, and you're a key player. You're going to leave the team? Do you know what you're doing?"

"I'm sorry, Coach, but I have no choice. You know my family's situation. Our farm needs people to work, but this year's profits are bad, and we can't afford to hire workers. I can't let my mother do all the work, can I?!"

One sentence silenced the coach.

We're all from the same small town, everyone knows each other!

Whitney is a typical young man from a small-town beacon. His family, the Fordmans, are farmers with a small farm, which was quite comfortable until his father's death, when their fortunes plummeted. The agricultural outlook hasn't been good in recent years, putting a heavy burden on the family. This is unavoidable, which explains why, in the original story, Whitney initially joined football but later enlisted in the military. After several years of playing football and achieving some success, he broadened his horizons and realized that while he could play around in his small town, he was nothing nationally. He knew that making a name for himself through football was impossible, so he decided to enlist just before graduation—essentially to secure a future for himself. Did they really think he was that patriotic?!
So, after giving this reason, the coach couldn't find any other one. After a while, he said, "I know about your family situation, but have you thought about it? If you can play seriously and help the team achieve good results, you'll have the opportunity to get into a good university sooner, and even get a scholarship..."

Then, she didn't continue, because Whitney's expression said it all.

"Come on, Coach, we're just a small-town high school team. Over the years, who has made it big through football? Okay, I have something to do at home, so I won't chat any longer. Thank you for your help over the years, Coach!" Whitney smiled, waved, and turned to leave.

A high school team from a small town wants to attract the attention of colleges? They think they can use this to climb the social ladder? Are you kidding me?

Besides, he's not Whitney; he's not some class that transcends anything. He is a class himself.

(End of this chapter)