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

"You understand the rules, Metropolis."

Treat the citizens of this city well, or I'll definitely come looking for you!

In the background is a trembling Glenn Morgan, while Clark faces the camera, pointing a finger and speaking angrily.

Glen Morgan transformed himself from a mob boss into a philanthropist and was awarded the title of Mr. City by the Metropolitan Government. Mr. City should be a role model for the entire city's citizens.

The decay revealed here is alarming.

He didn't want the city where he grew up to slide into the abyss and become like Gotham, just across the river!

After saying this, Clark, under the excited gazes of the citizens, leaped dozens of meters into the air, his red cloak billowing as he soared over the high-rise buildings, his figure disappearing into the night sky.

A high-definition camera on a helicopter not far away recorded the entire incident from beginning to end.

With many cameras pointed at him, Clark assumed it was probably just a television station's cameras.

That was indeed the case, but that television station belonged to—the famous Luther Corporation of Metropolis.

……

When Clark returned home from the Metropolis around seven or eight o'clock, before he even stepped inside, his hand touched the doorknob, and he heard a familiar, strong heartbeat. His eyes lit up.

"David, you've finally decided to come back."

As Clark pushed open the door, his younger brother, who had been away on vacation for a month, returned home. He pretended not to care and said...

David, who was chatting with his parents about his trip to a paradise-like island, turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"It seems you're adapting well to life as a reporter's assistant?"

Clark, dressed in a suit, had a more mature air about him after a month apart. His handsome face, coupled with a pair of blindfolded glasses, gave him an air of mystery that made one want to explore his story.

The two were about to say something.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Clark."

Let's wash our hands together, it's time to eat.

The meal was already prepared on the table. Jonathan put his arms around his two sons, looking at them from either side. His face was flushed with happiness, as if he were drunk, with a hint of nostalgia and excitement.

Martha, with a gentle smile on her lips, set out the dishes and cutlery while watching her husband and two sons.

Before, my family was always around, so I didn't feel anything special.

Now that their eldest son is out in the workforce early and is rarely home, and their younger son has gone on a trip, the house has suddenly become empty, which the couple finds hard to adjust to.

But thinking about it, it was bound to happen sooner or later. My two sons will eventually enter society and have their own jobs, which makes me feel a little melancholy and even more grateful for the life I have now.

I haven't been home for a month. Although we've been talking on the phone, it hasn't eased my longing for my family.

David suggested leaving for a few days, leaving Diana to oversee her people's dance practice.

Diana seemed to believe that since David had accomplished the impossible challenge, she should honor her promise to make him king and show him the proper attitude without any compromise; otherwise, she wouldn't be treating him as the king of the Amazons.

She always carried out David's orders well, from dancing to playing the harp.

"Judging from the fact that her emotional points haven't dropped since leaving Paradise Island, Diana doesn't seem to have shown much favoritism?"

After having a warm dinner with his parents, David felt a sense of warmth and comfort he hadn't experienced in a long time. Standing on the second floor of the attic, gazing at the night sky, he thought to himself.

As a princess of the Amazons, Diana still held considerable authority in front of her people.

quack.

The old wooden stairs creaked as Clark walked up them as if nothing had happened.

"The astronomical telescopes here are gone."

David turned around.

The spot where he used to stand was where Clark's astronomical telescope was placed, allowing him to spy on Lana.

"Lana is gone, and now I'm in this situation."

Clark shook his head.

That telescope lost its meaning for him.

"Your eyes aren't better yet?"

David frowned slightly.

A month has passed. If Clark had been exposed to the sun every day, his blindness should have been cured long ago, given his Kryptonian constitution.

"It's not just simple eye damage."

Is it a curse? Or magic?

"There are no signs of improvement, and it may continue like this."

Clark paused for a moment.

David, who was pondering whether he knew any way to solve this problem, raised an eyebrow and detected a completely unhurried tone in Clark's voice.

"Have you been doing what I told you to do—opening your eyes and getting some sun from time to time?"

His voice was full of doubt.

"..."

With a slightly unnatural expression, the blind Clark turned his head slightly away from his brother and looked up at the night sky, as if he could see something.

For most people, losing their sight and being plunged into darkness is an extremely painful experience, but for Clark, it wasn't such a big problem.

But David felt there was another reason why Clark wasn't very interested in the matter.

That is guilt.

The price paid for a wishing stone is usually something that people cherish. Clark must have been feeling guilty and fearful lately. He made a wish so casually, which could very well have brought great misfortune to this family.

He was right.

The darkness of blindness was a punishment, but it also made Clark feel slightly more at ease, lessening his guilt, while constantly reminding him to think twice before acting.

Even though it wasn't his fault.

"People should look forward and not be tormented by the past; that is the meaning of life."

David spoke slowly.

"Don't think that just because you're strong and stronger than steel, losing your sight is nothing. You're walking on the edge of danger right now."

"David...you saw my news?"

Clark sensed that his brother was implying something.

"No, I smelled the opium on you."

You were recently shot by several people; the bullets were enough to kill an Asian elephant.

David stood by the railing with his hands in his pockets and glanced at him.

He rushed home and saw his parents whom he had missed; he didn't even have time to pay attention to the news in the metropolis.

Becoming Superman and transforming into the Son of Tomorrow was Clark's destined life trajectory, which is not hard to guess.

"You're always so perceptive."

Clark sniffed himself; even after changing his clothes, a faint scent remained.

He thought he had concealed his identity flawlessly, but now he was regarded as a hero by many people in the city, and as the older brother, he had lost to his younger brother. He shook his head with a hint of annoyance.

However, Clark didn't seem to care much about the question David raised.

"Although I don't want to bring that up, the meteorite that was my weakness has disappeared from this world, and the guns and cannons of those evildoers can't hurt me."

"The weakness has disappeared?"

That's not necessarily true.

David shook his head.

That's why he wanted to remind Clark not to recklessly rely on his steel body and lose the necessary vigilance.

"What...what do you mean?"

Clark was taken aback.

……

Luther Mansion.

In the top-floor office, Luther, with a bald head, stood with his arms crossed in front of him, half of his face hidden in the shadows of the moonlight, constantly flipping through the high-speed video in front of him, which wouldn't lose any frames even when slowed down a thousand times, his eyes gleaming.

Not long ago, he suddenly woke up in the manor and found that he had lost his memories of the past period of time, and the wishing stone had disappeared.

It seems I have already made a wish and possess a mind with great scientific research talent.

That very evening, Luther received devastating news: his shrewd and capable father, Lionel Luther, the head of the Luther Corporation and a figure feared by countless business rivals, had been in a car accident on his way home.

When he rushed to the hospital, his father had already died from his injuries. He didn't even get to see him one last time; all that remained was a cold body covered with a white sheet.

"Is this the price I paid for making a wish?"

Behind his desk, Luther, who had lost his father who was always busy with business and never cared about him, now controlled a multinational business conglomerate. His expression was complicated and ugly, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

You should all have seen today's chapter.