I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

Whitney clutched his chest in excruciating pain, as if his ribs had been broken, yet he gritted his teeth and struggled to get up again, charging toward David.

He's just a guy who's afraid to participate in any activity on campus!

"Just lie still, Whitney,"

He had just gotten up when David kicked him over like an adult bullying a child, casually walking past the helpless man and heading towards Clark.

"If you use too much force, your skin tone will show."

However, dealing with these few people doesn't require superhuman strength.

The onlookers in the bar, not wanting to cause trouble, all stepped back and made way for him as he approached.

Are retired Navy SEALs really that good?

"Where did you learn martial arts? David...?"

Kryptonians face life-threatening risks from prolonged exposure to Kryptonite. Clark, his neck veins bulging abnormally and his face pale, asked in astonishment, enduring the pain.

He had no idea that his younger brother possessed such formidable fighting skills.

"On TV."

David replied calmly, pulling off the necklace around his neck.

"On...the TV?"

Clark hadn't expected this answer. Seeing that his brother was alright, he finally gave up and fainted.

David casually hoisted the necklace into his pocket, then turned and left the bar, with everyone making way for him.

Even though the fight was affecting business, the bar owner didn't dare to ask David to stay.

Walk some distance.

Under the cold moonlight, we arrived at an empty street.

Clark, perched on David's shoulder, groggily awoke, realized they were on their way home, and struggled to get up.

"Put me down, David, I don't want to go back!"

Something came up at home, so I'm 1,000 words short. I'll make it up later.

Chapter 9 I'm doing this for your own good, Clark

After Clark and David left.

Whitney and several football players, who had been knocked to the ground, struggled to their feet after a while.

Several people attacked one person, but they didn't even touch his clothes. Amidst the laughter of the crowd, they left in a sorry state, helping each other along.

They had only been gone a short while when a thin figure emerged from the bar, staring coldly at the departing group in baseball uniforms.

"No rush, there's plenty of time."

He muttered something to himself, then returned to the bar to continue slowly drinking. His gaze occasionally swept over a burly black man picking up girls in the corner of the bar, his face expressionless, as if he were looking at a dead man.

The original plan must not be disrupted.

As for those equally bad high school team members...

He remembered that tomorrow night was the town's high school's spring dance.

“I’ve never attracted anyone’s attention at a ball before, but this time is different.” Jerome sneered.

He will be the most dazzling one at the ball.

……

“Put me down, David.”

Clark woke up weakly and struggled to get off David's shoulder.

"I don't want to go back."

He hasn't figured out how to go back and face his parents yet.

"What, eighteen-year-old Clark wants to run away from home?"

David felt there was a very simple solution to this problem, without needing to go through all that complicated back and forth.

He raised his hand and delivered a chop to the neck.

Snapped!

Clark felt a tap on the back of his neck and looked back at his brother in confusion, not understanding what his brother was going to do.

"You didn't use enough force."

Seeing this, David clicked his tongue.

Having escaped the radiation from the kryptonite, Clark gradually began to recover, even though there was no sunlight at the moment.

Bang!

He delivered another blow.

The terrifying force was enough to cleave a tank in two with a single chop, and the shockwave spread for more than ten meters, like a raging storm, causing the weeds on both sides of the road to sway violently.

Clark's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"It's done."

……

As his skin regained its color on the dimly lit road, David carried the unconscious Clark back to the farm.

Inside, the couple was still waiting for their two children to return, while a warm light shone from the doorway of the house.

Before going in, he took out a green, glowing kryptonite necklace, waved it around Clark's face, and gave him a layer of 'makeup'.

Clark, who had almost recovered from the Kryptonite radiation, was in a coma and his expression turned painful again. His face was weak and pale, as if he were seriously ill.

Feeling that it was about time, David put away the kryptonite with satisfaction.

"Kryptonians would have to be exposed to Kryptonite for months or even years before their lives would be in danger."

It shouldn't be a problem in the short term, especially since Clark isn't your average Kryptonian.

"Of course, I'm doing this for your own good, Clark."

He was definitely not after any informational notifications from Clark about pain +3 or +2.

David smiled, then carried Clark inside.

"Oh my god, David, what's wrong with your brother?"

Upon seeing this, Martha covered her mouth in shock.

"Clark, why did you faint?"

Jonathan looked incredulous. Clark had been stronger than an ox since he was a child and had never been sick or injured. This was the first time the couple had seen him like this, pale-faced and unconscious.

"I don't know either. It seems that Clark's superhuman physique has a problem."

David replied without batting an eye.

"Quickly, make him lie down."

Jonathan carefully took Clark from his youngest son's shoulders and laid him flat on the sofa.

Martha quickly poured herself a glass of water, came to the sofa, and anxiously called her son's name.

"Clark?"

The couple were both somewhat flustered.

Because, in fact, although the two of them are middle-aged, they have never encountered a situation where their son is sick.

"Well."

Feeling a jolt, Clark groggily woke up.

His parents anxiously surrounded him, their eyes filled with deep concern, and they were very careful not to shake him too hard.

"Father, mother..."

Returning to his warm and familiar home, and looking at his parents gathered around him, he felt somewhat dazed.

He had almost forgotten when his father's hair turned white, his face became weathered, and his body was no longer as strong. His mother's eyes were etched with wrinkles by the years, and her skin was loose. Everything seemed like a knife stabbing into his eyes.

I only remember that when I was a child, I loved to ride on my father's shoulders and let him run around. I had no interest in passing games that other fathers and sons liked to play, which made my father helpless and he could only play with David.

Oh, and there was a time when he loved corn dogs and would always pester his mother to make them for him... Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes.

Clark felt a sharp pain in his nose, as if he had been punched, because he had wasted his parents' youth.

"My parents found me in a meteor shower and raised me with the same care and hardship they would give to their own son. They cared about my mental and emotional well-being even more than they did about David."

They never asked me for anything, and never thought of getting anything from me.

His parents could have easily used his abilities to package him as a promising young football or soccer star and make a lot of money, so he wouldn't have to spend all his time working on the farm, but they never did.

"They even made me hide my abilities just to protect me, but I still resented it..."

"Clark, what's wrong?" Martha was even more worried when her son remained silent for a long time, fearing that something was wrong with his health.