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

Overjoyed at not being chosen by the Lamp Ring and instead receiving the most powerful weapon in the universe, he examined the ring on his hand with a touch of curiosity, lost in thought.

"Has a Green Lantern died near Earth?"

David turned to look at the starry sky and saw another green light streak across the sky heading towards the metropolis. He frowned slightly.

When a member of the Green Lantern Corps, who protects the order of the universe, dies, the Lantern Ring will initiate a selection process to choose the nearest creature with a strong will to succeed the Lantern.

"Two lamp rings?"

Each unclaimed Green Lantern ring, resembling a shooting star streaking across the sky, represents the passing of a Green Lantern.

The Lamp Ring is said to be the most powerful weapon in the universe. Although its power varies depending on the strength of the Lamp Knight's will, a Lamp Knight who possesses the Lamp Ring is guaranteed to be quite powerful.

"Judging from the current situation, more than two Lanterns have died near Earth, and something unusual has happened."

However, according to the storyline, shouldn't the Lantern Ring, which ended up on Earth, have gone to Seaside Town, where Hal Jordan lives, first?

Has the Metropolitan City ever produced a Lantern Man?

David gazed intently at the city awakened by the sunlight, his mind flashing back to the Metropolitan Man who had been chosen by the Green Light Ring in the comics.

A familiar figure, draped in a red cloak, hands on hips, chest puffed out, came to mind.

“Clark?” He raised an eyebrow.

……

"Help me, someone please help me."

On the rooftop of a six-story building, a towering crane that had been standing tall broke off, its main body remaining broken but still connected in an inverted L-shape. The operator was terrified, crying out for his parents, clinging desperately to the railing, his body swaying precariously in the air.

"Live coverage from the heart of the metropolis."

The unexplained crane collapse here has trapped construction workers inside, their lives hanging by a thread. Passersby are all calling out the same name.

A TV presenter in a suit faces the camera and delivers a report.

"He is—Superman!"

"Jimmy, aim carefully, Superman is about to appear."

Upon hearing of the construction accident, Louise Wayne rushed over with her reporter assistant. Seeing that a rescue air cushion had been placed under the construction workers, she felt there was nothing to worry about and her face lit up with excitement.

"no problem."

Jimmy, with his red hair and freckled face, smiled and took two photos of the terrified construction workers, planning to compare them with photos of Superman after he was rescued and publish them together.

"he came!"

Was it a bird? Or an airplane?

A blue and red figure swept across the tall buildings, leaping so high that a little girl holding a balloon by the roadside asked innocently and curiously.

"No, it's Superman."

The mother smiled gently and corrected him.

Since Superman came along, the prosperous city has become much safer. Although he was once targeted and captured by the country's army, fortunately, it did not dampen his enthusiasm as a vigilante to stop crime and help the citizens.

Kaka!

The tower crane groaned as it finally broke completely at the point of fracture.

"No! Help!"

The construction worker, who was afraid of heights, screamed in terror, thinking he was about to fall with the massive, tens-of-tons-heavy machine and be smashed to pieces.

Suddenly, the tower crane started moving.

He stared wide-eyed, and everyone's eyes followed.

Under the golden dawn light of the rising sun, a tall, strong figure, a symbol of hope, grasped the broken metal arm and slowly moved it.

The operator was no longer looking down at a dizzying skyscraper, but at the rooftop, which was only a few tens of centimeters above him.

"Sir, I can't hold this up for the rest of my life. Can you get off now?"

After some time, Clark, whose vision had slightly recovered, looked at the construction workers staring blankly at him and smiled helplessly.

"Sorry, Superman."

This is the first time I've seen you this close, I'm so excited!

The slow-moving operator instantly transformed from victim to fan, embarrassedly letting go and jumping to the ground. He excitedly stepped forward, looking like he was just short of getting Superman's autograph.

"It's ok.

I hope this little accident in the early morning won't spoil your beautiful day.

As he gently lowered the broken tower crane, a sunny smile appeared on Clark's face.

Although at times, the enthusiasm of some metropolitan residents made him feel like a hot celebrity and idol, which he found somewhat uncomfortable.

But this is also part of what he hoped for.

"By setting an example through our own actions, we can inspire others and encourage more 'superheroes' to emerge in this city."

Bang!

"You've finally appeared, Superman!"

A sudden punch sent Clark flying, bending the metal arm of the tower crane. His face felt as if it had been hit by an intercontinental ballistic missile, and he frowned as he looked at it.

A middle-aged man with green light emanating from his eyes and mouth appeared at the rooftop entrance with a fierce expression, his hands radiating intense radiation.

"Watch out, Superman!"

The people downstairs gasped in surprise at what they saw.

"It's a superhuman; he's attacking Superman!"

"What does he want to do to Superman?!"

Under the dazzling green light, Clark felt a sharp, needle-like pain on his body. He stood up unsteadily, his face slightly pale, staring intently at the other person.

"The light of the meteorite... appeared on the person."

No one had ever seen Superman like this before, and they covered their mouths in worry.

"Superman is injured, what happened?"

Who is he? How can he be more powerful than Superman?!

Jimmy couldn't believe it.

"Could it be that, like the purple-light people from last time, they are an alien race related to Superman?"

Louise Lane frowned, but remained calm, exuding the aura of a strong woman, recalling some military secrets she had heard from her father.

"A...green-light man?"

Bang!

"What, not used to fighting someone stronger than you?"

The man's face was filled with hatred. He leaped in front of Superman, punched him, sending him flying again, and taunted him.

“I previously found signs of violent vandalism on the tower crane.”

"You did that to lure me here. Who are you?"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Clark looked solemnly at the man who was staring at him with hatred.

The other party seemed unaware that the meteorite was his weakness, only believing it to be his superpower, but he couldn't recall ever having a grudge against this person.

"You don't know who I am?

You ruined my marriage, threw me out of my house, and stole my wife, and you don't even know who I am?

With a foul, gruff voice and a lingering smell of alcohol, the man launched a vicious punch, forcing Clark, who was raising his arm to defend himself, to stagger backward.

"Wait a minute, I remember now."

"You're Clay Ramsey, what happened to you?"

With some difficulty, Clark blocked the opponent's attack and finally remembered who the person in front of him was. He had met him once half a month ago, and he was just a rude, down-on-his-luck painter who liked to drink. He didn't have this ability.

He clearly wished that all meteorites would disappear.

"God has given me the power to take revenge on you. You have taken my family and my wife!"

Ramsey grinned savagely and punched Clark away.

Just when he ran out of money to buy alcohol and had to find some work to paint a wealthy man's villa with fluorescent paint, he accidentally knocked over a paint bucket on the shelf, drank it, and miraculously gained his current abilities.

Clark slammed his back against the wall, creating a spiderweb-like crack. His face darkened, and he roared angrily.

"Take away your wife?"

You mean your wife, who has been subjected to domestic violence by you while drunk for years, and who has dared not speak out against it!

“You coward who only dares to vent on women, I’ve moved her to a women’s shelter, don’t even think about disturbing her life again.”

Clark punched Ramsey, sending him flying dozens of meters before he crashed into an advertising billboard on another tall building. He was filled with righteous indignation and went forward to subdue the man.

Although the opponent somehow acquired a powerful body and the ability to emit meteorite radiation, its radiation level is still less than that of a small piece of pure meteorite.

He still has the power to teach this guy a lesson.