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

Forty blue T-shirts?

No problem, I'll have it in stock by Wednesday.

In a clothing store in the metropolis, Clark, without a guide cane or sunglasses, looked in the direction of the shop owner, pretending to be a normal person, and stood in front of the clothing store counter with a slightly nervous expression.

"All of them need to be marked with this symbol?"

This is a bit troublesome. By the way, what is this?

The slightly overweight middle-aged boss held a piece of paper, stroking his chin as he examined it.

"Your school's emblem? The symbol of the student council clique?"

There is a red and yellow pattern on the paper, with a diamond-shaped frame and a big "S" inside.

"It's my personal trademark."

He touched a long, stamp-like object in his pocket, and recalling what he had seen recently, Clark seemed to have made a decision. The setting sun cast a golden glow on his face as he smiled.

"What's the point of a personal symbol?"

The shop owner was a little confused, since the young man in front of him wasn't a celebrity, and muttered a couple of things under his breath.

But he didn't investigate further, as long as it wasn't a terrorist or gang symbol, he didn't want to get involved in trouble for no reason.

It's probably just young people in their adolescence acting recklessly, thinking they're special, designing their own signatures and logos, and so on.

Chapter 95. Superman's First Appearance

Shortly after Clark left the clothing store, he went back in disguise. After confirming that the store owner did not recognize him, he left, suppressing his joy.

This was a skill he discovered unexpectedly after he went blind.

He had previously explained to his close friends Chloe and Pete that his vision was temporarily affected by some illness, and he didn't know if it would recover.

Chloe and Pete were worried and concerned about this, with Chloe fearing that he might become depressed and give up on himself during the holidays because of the possibility of going blind.

As before, he conscripted him to be his reporter assistant, hoping to make him realize that he was still useful and capable of doing many things, so that he would get used to it and build confidence, and thus not have time to think nonsense.

Thinking of this, Clark, who looked like a blind man walking on the street with his guide cane, couldn't help but smile.

But people who weren't very familiar with him before would always ask him what was wrong with his eyes if they bumped into him.

Clark also knew that many of those people were acting out of good intentions.

“But it’s already hard to tell a lie once. Every time someone asks me, I have to repeat the lie.”

A look of helplessness flashed across his face.

So, during the period before and after the holiday, whenever he encountered a familiar person, he would hide, hoping that the other person would not see him or recognize him.

And it actually happened.

Clark didn't know when he acquired this ability.

At first, he thought it was because of the sunglasses, but even after taking off the sunglasses and blocking the other person's way, the other person did not recognize him.

The familiar voice and heartbeat convinced him that he hadn't mistaken his own identity.

Buckle up!

In a room in an apartment building in the Metropolis, Clark knocked on the door.

"You've finally arrived, Clark. Come in quickly."

Chloe, who was putting on makeup and styling her hair, quickly welcomed Clark, who appeared to be blind, into the house.

"I thought something had happened to you on the way, it scared me to death."

This isn't some small-town Smallville; it's a metropolitan city with a constant flow of traffic.

"Don't worry about me, Chloe. You've seen how well I can move around. I'm doing very well now."

Clark laughed.

"If it were Pete instead of you, I would have really suspected you were playing a prank if I saw you going up and down the stairs like a normal person these days."

After thinking about it, Chloe nodded in agreement.

I don't know how Clark managed to adapt to life as a blind person in almost two days, even more so than people who have been blind for decades.

But she had grown somewhat accustomed to Clark's eccentricities.

"Sometimes, I really don't know if you have any hypnotic abilities."

Sitting back down at her vanity, Chloe continued combing her hair in front of the mirror. Her casual remark sent a shiver down Clark's spine.

"How to say?"

"You seem to have a peculiar magic about you. Even though you are so talented in all sorts of ways, people always manage to ignore you and treat you as just a background figure on campus."

Tall and handsome, with outstanding athletic ability and excellent academic performance...

Clark has countless merits, but he has always been an unknown figure at Smallville High School.

“Speaking of excellence, I think your cousin is truly outstanding.”

Why have you never mentioned her—Louise Lane is your cousin.

Clark wasn't sure if he'd had this ability before, so he pushed up his sunglasses, changed the subject, and asked the question he'd been wanting to ask all along.

"You know, it's not a good thing if someone in your family is much more outstanding than you."

Chloe paused in her makeup application and said helplessly.

"..."

Clark remained silent, a sentiment he deeply understood.

"When will I have the honor of meeting your cousin?"

His eyes showed reminiscence, and he seemed lost in thought.

"Her writing reveals a spirit that dares to face a tiger head-on. Her writing is sharp and precise. Reading Louise Lane's articles is like watching a thrilling war dance."

He went blind during this time, and the world was shrouded in darkness, but he had time to do things he rarely did before, such as reading…

His horizons broadened considerably with the help of newspapers and news, and he was particularly drawn to Louise Lane's reporting style, which never hesitated to expose the darkness and corruption.

Snapped!

"She's very busy. Have you ever made any outstanding military achievements? Do you have a fortune of hundreds of millions? Or are you a well-known celebrity?"

If not, she probably wouldn't have the time.

Closing the makeup box, Chloe slapped her forehead, retracting her earlier assessment. Clark wasn't without flaws; his lack of understanding of girls made it difficult for him to be a popular figure on campus.

Is he praising another girl in a daze in front of her?

"But her articles also include interviews with children in war-torn countries, residents of chaotic neighborhoods, and victims of large corporations' indiscriminate waste disposal..."

Clark remained oblivious, believing that what he had just read did not encompass the entirety of the reports by the hot-blooded and efficient female journalist.

It was through reading her news that he learned about the many people in the world who were in dire straits and needed help, which inspired him to do something.

For example, having the 'blue hood' appear in the city of Metropolis.

“Aside from a slight change in appearance, I remember my brother saying that my outfit made me look more like a bank robber.”

"...Clark!"

"how?"

Clark was a little flustered, wondering why his friend had suddenly shouted. Judging from his rapid breathing and heartbeat, it sounded like he was angry.

Blindness did bring some trouble to his life. For example, although Clark's eyes could still emit heat rays, he could no longer read people's expressions in time.

"Do you have any objections to the arrangement of interviewing Vietnam War veterans with me today? Do you think it's too ordinary?"

"No, of course not."

Clark waved his hand.

"very good."

Chloe, barely suppressing her anger, shoved the notebook she needed for the interview into Clark's arms and said...

"Let's go now."

……

Bang!

"Don't move, stay still."

"We've got that policewoman. We're on the roof of the courthouse."

A group of robbers wearing comical animal masks captured a policewoman and knocked her unconscious.

The audacious kidnapping—kidnapping a policewoman who was a witness on the roof of the courthouse—was met with complete composure by the gang leader, who was calmly talking to his boss on the phone, while a helicopter that had been arranged in advance was parked nearby.

"There is no other evidence against you besides her, sir."

“Very good, Anglie. I have an important meeting at one o’clock. Get this over with quickly and get her on the helicopter away from there immediately.”