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

Last night, I didn't expect that the other party would post another attack on me in the middle of the night. Because I wanted to prove my innocence, I argued with that author all morning, and it was not until almost afternoon that the matter was resolved, so it took up a lot of time. But I still managed to write 4,000 words today.

I owe one chapter right now, but I'll make up for it tomorrow. Sorry.

Chapter 100: An Alien Spaceship Hidden in the Meteor Shower

"The twists and turns of fate are truly wondrous."

Not long ago, Luther was exiled by his father to an inconspicuous chemical plant within the group, seemingly utterly disappointed in his son who had always been known as a playboy in high society.

Before he knew it, his father died in a car accident, and he became the head of the Luther Group.

On the surface, Lionel Luther only has one son, and it seems that if he doesn't leave the business empire to him, who else can he leave it to? But Luther knows that his cunning and treacherous father has a backup plan.

Lionel Luther also had an illegitimate son who was well-raised and lived with his mother; he thought he had hidden the illegitimate child very well.

But Luther is not as simple as the spoiled rich kid that outsiders perceive him to be.

As a child, he hoped to attract his indifferent father's attention by doing some bad things, which gradually earned him the reputation of being a spoiled brat.

"To prevent hyenas that smell blood from coming and devouring the empire that rightfully belongs to me."

I had to strike first.

Behind his desk, Luther's eyes were as cold as ice that had never melted for a thousand years, with a slightly complicated expression, as he murmured to himself.

"To achieve something great, you must abandon your emotions."

"You taught me this, Father, you won't blame me, will you?"

That illegitimate child, if you calculate the timeline, was the son his father had with another woman while his mother was pregnant and caring for her unborn child, a child born out of betrayal of his deceased mother.

After seeing and confirming that his father was really dead, he calmly made a phone call in the hospital room in front of the corpse, sending the mother and son to hell overnight.

The screen's reflection cast a large shadow on his face.

Luther still remembers how the psychologist at the expensive school, whose tuition alone could bankrupt a middle-class family, evaluated him after he committed several egregious offenses during his school years.

"Okay, Lex Luthor, who skips school every day, judging from your perfect report card that you couldn't have gotten any better by cheating, it's clear that you're a genius."

But you've shown some worrying symptoms.

The gray-haired, bespectacled psychiatrist who treated the Nobel laureate and the first man to walk on the moon, frowned, and his assessment of him that afternoon remains vivid in his memory to this day.

"Various compulsive behaviors, difficulties in communication and emotional cognition, and significant moral deficiencies..."

"In your early years, your authoritarian parents insulted, rejected, and denied you, which damaged your self-esteem. Coupled with a severe lack of care, this caused you to develop a serious malignant narcissistic complex."

"If things continue this way, from my professional perspective, sooner or later you will become an antisocial person, a mentally unstable megalomaniac, a cold-blooded animal."

The most dangerous thing is that your genius combined with your immense wealth might make you one of the most dangerous people in the world…

Bang!

Before that psychology expert, with his impressive resume and renowned reputation in academia, could finish explaining the authoritative certifications that the public considered authoritative, could finish explaining his credentials, the question arose.

The young and arrogant man immediately jumped up from his chair and punched the old man hard.

"Sir, do you think you can see through people's minds? Can you make judgments about a person's life trajectory after several observations?"

"Then you didn't expect this punch!"

From then on, the old man who used to walk with trembling teeth could only wear dentures when treating patients.

An exorbitant compensation fee, and the fact that his busy father had to come to the school again to see his good-for-nothing son, personally apologize, and use his connections to suppress the matter.

"That's really immature."

People always laugh at their past selves, and Luther shook his head as he recalled the past.

If it were him today, he wouldn't be moved in the slightest by that old man's words.

"Great figures in world history have never paid attention to the opinions of mediocre people."

His eyes revealed a ruthless ambition.

"Some people are born to be ruled by others."

Some people are born to rule others!

The lion sees no lamb's cry.

"I don't know if I'll become the most dangerous person on this planet, but I'm sure I'll become the most powerful person on this planet!"

Luther pressed the button with an arrogant look in his eyes.

click!

The video was paused, and the ultra-high-definition picture, slowed down a thousand times, froze on one scene.

A figure plummeted from a high-rise building, dozens of meters above the ground, but a strong, powerful young hand caught him by gripping his clothes, and the immense inertia did not tear the clothes.

This does not conform to physics.

"What kind of fabric can withstand this force?"

Remembering one of the many suspicious points he had discovered about Superman, Luthor flipped through the computer's previous save files to check and confirm something.

"A magical ability?"

It can be used to protect your own clothes, and it can also be used to protect others?

It seems to be some kind of peculiar force field?

In addition, another ultra-high-definition image with exquisite detail was displayed.

The tall young man in the blue T-shirt exuded a powerful aura, pointing his finger at someone through the camera and angrily rebuking and warning them.

"His indignant expression was genuine, and his warning gesture with his finger was strong and forceful."

But when you zoom in on those deep blue eyes, don't they look a bit large and lifeless?

In addition, there were previous footage of this person captured by cameras.

"If his parents hadn't failed to teach him that it's polite not to face someone directly when speaking to them."

There must be something wrong with his eyes.

"Possessing abilities unimaginable to ordinary people, rescuing people and fighting crime all over the city, thinking himself a hero?"

With his fingers interlaced and resting on his chin, Luther stared thoughtfully at the screen, a cold smile playing on his lips.

A plan to capture a beast called Superman is rapidly taking shape and being perfected in his clever and wicked mind.

"Whether you are a product of a meteorite or something else, we will soon find out."

The meteorite that struck the town of Smallville brought about a series of strange events.

When he lost the wishing stone and realized that he had made a wish at some point, he wanted to continue his previous journey to investigate the meteorite in that town, but found that the meteorite had all disappeared.

"Not only that, meteorite specimens that had been taken from the town for research from all over the world also evaporated overnight."

He lost his memory and the wish stone in the town.

Shortly after, someone used a wishing stone to make a wish that the meteorite would disappear.

Why? Because I don't want anyone else to be like me.

Luther's eyes flickered.

The meteorite disappeared, but those affected by it remained. Under the pretext of helping with treatment, he established a biological laboratory to study the genetically mutated meteorite people.

"But no one has ever been as powerful as this guy."

Its strength surpasses that of a locomotive, its speed is faster than sound, and its body is indestructible.

A one-of-a-kind specimen!

It seems the meteorite caused the most violent reaction in him?

"There's another possibility..."

Recalling the news he had unexpectedly received, Luther leaned back slightly, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

More than a decade ago, when a meteor shower visited that unremarkable little town on Earth, a hapless fellow was spraying pesticides in his employer's field in an agricultural plane.

When the meteor shower came, he was so frightened that he hurriedly rose up to avoid it. In the midst of his near-death experience, he glimpsed something else in the center of the meteor shower.

"That's a spaceship!"

102. Chapter 101 Byproducts of Meteorites

"They all said I was scared crazy because I almost died in a meteor shower in the sky, and they revoked my pilot's license."

But I didn't. I'm sure there was a spaceship at the center of the meteor shower, even though it was so small it seemed like it could only carry a baby!

Who says aliens have to be the same size as us? Or why can't they be babies?

When Luther had someone investigate the series of events related to the meteorite, he unexpectedly found that guy. When he brought up the past that had caused him so much trouble, the guy, reeking of alcohol, excitedly gesticulated while holding a bottle of liquor.

If there is magic and genetic mutation in this world, why can't there be aliens?