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

"Looks like you can still be saved, Clark, you haven't completely fallen."

My brother didn't forget his family for a girl who had a boyfriend but treated other boys differently.

"but……"

How are you going to handle this, Clark?

If not handled properly, this matter could cause trouble for the family.

David frowned and stepped back, his body blurring as he disappeared from the spot.

Everyone was still shaken and looked around, wondering if this was a malicious prank.

"What about David and Clark?"

Chloe patted her chest in fear, her eyes searching for the two who had disappeared.

“They were just here.” Pete looked around. “Maybe they got bored while we were dancing and left?”

A look of doubt flashed in Chloe's eyes.

But not long before the incident, she saw the two brothers still there. Could she have remembered wrong?

……

"Who are you, and why are you doing this?!"

Arriving on the road outside the town, Clark threw down the madman he was carrying on his shoulder and angrily questioned him.

"Do you know that there are hundreds of lives lost there!"

Why am I here?

Standing up, Jerome shook his head, looked at his hands, and then looked around.

I was supposed to kill those sinners right away, so how did I suddenly end up on a highway in the suburbs?

"who are you?"

He looked at Clark in front of him, realizing that this man had brought him here. His body tensed up, and he was extremely vigilant.

He's definitely not the only special person in the world.

"It's you? I saw you at the bar!"

The next second, looking at Clark's angry face, Jerome recognized him—the person who almost had the same experience as him.

"They almost made you a scarecrow."

His face darkened, a sense of betrayal rising within him. Electricity surged in his hands, dazzling and terrifying under the dim streetlights, its piercing sound like the screeching of crows echoing far and wide in the open wilderness.

"But you want to protect them?!"

What's the difference between those guys in football team uniforms and the people who nailed him to the cross more than a decade ago?

Stab it!

He roared and questioned, as a powerful electric current blasted Clark away.

"You want to kill Whitney and the others? Absolutely not."

After flying seven or eight meters backward and landing on the ground, Clark got up as if nothing had happened, extinguished the sparks from the electric current burning his clothes, and upon hearing these words, realized his original target and said urgently.

Even if Whitney was his rival, even if Whitney wanted to crucify him, he didn't deserve to die.

"God brought me back to earth, and I have a special mission to purify sin."

The blow that could easily turn a person into a charred corpse failed to harm the opponent at all. Jerome was shocked, then enraged.

"You too are favored by God, yet you protect sinners!"

He unleashed a powerful electric current from his hands, which, from a distance, looked like he was holding up two small suns formed by the convergence of electric currents.

“You are not worthy of the power that God gave you to protect sinners.”

The burst of electricity struck the hard asphalt road, causing it to glow red-hot and melt, emitting a foul odor, like sulfur from hell.

scoff!

"go to hell!"

Jerome stretched out his hands.

The electric current, like a lightning tree growing rapidly in the air, split into branches, accompanied by a thick main trunk, and struck Clark at a speed far exceeding the speed of sound.

Before he could dodge, Clark bent his arms to form a shield in front of him, and the clothes on his arms turned to ashes in an instant.

The powerful electric current even caused him a slight pain, and he cried out in pain.

Swish!

In the next instant, Clark dodged, moving as fast as a bullet, and arrived beside Jerome. Time seemed to slow down dramatically. Jerome still stared fiercely ahead, unaware that electricity was surging from his palm.

He looked at his hands and carefully pushed them out.

Bang!

The next second, time seemed to return to normal flow, and Jerome's body was as if he had been hit by a truck weighing more than ten tons, tracing an arc of more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

"what!"

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he looked pained, as if he had broken at least a few ribs.

"I can't understand how anyone could like to help the person who bullies them!"

Jerome clutched his aching chest and glared at Clark with resentment.

Why would Clark help those people when he was being bullied? That's betrayal.

"Your palm?"

Clark's expression changed when he saw the horrific scars on his hands, which looked like they had been pierced by steel nails. He gradually guessed what had happened.

He recalled chatting with Chloe during break in the daytime, when Chloe mentioned a strange thing that happened in town.

"Recently, several people who were on the town's high school football team have been electrocuted by high voltage."

"Are you the serial killer who killed them? Are you taking revenge on those football team guys?"

"I am going to kill you!"

Ignoring his words, Jerome endured the excruciating pain and tried to get up from the ground to attack him.

"Don't get up again, I don't want to accidentally kill you."

Clark waved his hand in a slightly flustered manner.

He hadn't been in many fights before, and he was afraid of accidentally killing the other person again.

But Jerome became even angrier upon hearing this, and despite his injuries, he staggered and struggled to get up.

"If he wants to kill you, then kill him, Clark!"

Just as Clark was at a loss for what to do, a cold voice came.

Chapter 12 David, what's wrong with your body?

A figure he knew all too well, but who shouldn't have been there.

With the sound of footsteps, David slowly emerged from the darkness under the streetlight.

"David, what did you say?"

Clark was puzzled and surprised by David's sudden appearance.

"How did you get here? I specially brought him out of town to come here."

"It's impossible to get here from school this quickly, even by car, in such a short time."

Furthermore, if I heard correctly—his own brother asked him to kill someone?

“I said kill him, Clark.”

Ignoring his question, David glanced at Jerome, stopped in his tracks, and repeated solemnly.

[Jerome's anger +0.02, murderous intent +0.02...]

Surprisingly, this person can also provide emotional points, but compared to Clark, they are pitifully few.

"If you won't do it, I will."

"No, how can we kill someone?"

Clark, who had been taught kindness by Martha since childhood, was shocked and could not believe what he was hearing. He felt that the younger brother in front of him was somewhat unfamiliar.

"He killed more than one person, he's a madman, a damned man, isn't he?"

David heard what was said earlier.

Moreover, just by looking at the other person, you can tell that he has lost his mind and wants to kill hundreds of people in one go without even blinking.

"We cannot carry out vigilante justice."

Clark's expression turned slightly grim, and he softened his tone, offering a suggestion after initially refusing.