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

David laughed.

“When I say God, I mean Heaven, not necessarily any particular one.” Jonathan scratched his face; neither he nor Martha were devout believers.

"By the way, you finally subdued that guy. What happened to him?"

"He He……"

Clark was speechless. How could he answer?

He had previously asked his younger brother about his health, but his brother did not answer, saying he would tell him when they got home, but asked him to keep it a secret for now and not tell their parents.

“Clark, you’ll keep my secret, right?” He heard his brother’s voice again.

"Of course." That was his answer.

"He was pushed to the ground by Clark and became a vegetable," David said with a smile in the room.

"what?"

Jonathan and Martha were so surprised they almost jumped up from the sofa, quickly glancing at Clark who had just finished praising him.

"Dad, Mom, you know that Clark has always been incredibly strong."

David smiled and continued, "I don't think we can blame him."

Clark felt the sentence structure was so familiar, and he remembered what he had said to Chloe and the other girl a few days ago when he was late for school: "You know, David has never really cared about me..."

"Clark, is that really true?"

"Yes, it is."

Seeing his parents looking at him with probing eyes, and having already promised to keep the secret, what else could Clark say? He gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Clark, starting tomorrow, you will be secretly practicing controlling your power on the farm."

Jonathan stood up abruptly, his expression turning serious, and he anxiously pressed down on his son's shoulder.

"What if you accidentally kill someone next time you use a little more force?"

"well."

Faced with his father's worried yet firm words, Clark had no choice but to nod, unable to express his grievances.

……

Jonathan and Martha are kind, but not pedantic; Clark was just careless.

Most importantly, he was a murderer who wanted to massacre students, and he should have been sentenced to death.

So he simply and repeatedly reminded Clark to practice controlling his strength and prepared to supervise him starting tomorrow.

“You’re despicable, David.”

Inside the warehouse, on the second-floor attic, Clark, having just escaped his parents' nagging, couldn't help but feel resentful for being blamed.

Moreover, his younger brother is very vengeful.

"Practicing strength training will not do you any harm."

The sky was full of stars. Looking out the window, I crossed my arms and gazed at David in the distance, glancing at him.

"Look at the way you faced that guy today, you looked like someone trying to help a hedgehog cross the street."

Touching it is wrong, not touching it is wrong, I don't know where to start.

"I have always been able to control my strength at a level that is normal for an average person."

That's true; otherwise, countless accidents would have occurred around Clark over the years.

"But what if the opponent is stronger than an ordinary person and you have to deal with them?"

"Where are there so many people with superpowers that I need to deal with?"

Clark felt that David was deliberately using this as an excuse to give him something to do.

The town they lived in was so small, and he never caused trouble, so it was impossible for him to be particularly unlucky. Every now and then, something would come up to him, and it was always related to superpowered people.

"..."

David was speechless upon hearing this.

The meteor shower brought by Clark has given rise to at least seven or eight superhumans, many of whom have become the subject of local legends.

As for the rest, who knows how many there are?

"David, can you tell me about your health now?"

Looking around, Clark asked in a low voice.

"Was it before, or recently...?"

David had been trying to change his clothes quickly to get back to school so no one would notice anything amiss, but now that he was home, he had no reason to refuse.

"I was like this from birth."

David replied.

Now that he had demonstrated his abilities to Clark, he would no longer hide the truth about this physique.

"born?"

Clark's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

"how?

"I can't accept that you've so casually revealed your power over the past decade, while I've kept it well hidden." He glanced at Clark and retorted.

"To be honest, it is a bit..."

Clark's emotions were complicated.

Before he grew up, he also felt that this was a gift from God, and that he was stronger than anyone else.

Thinking back to when he was a child, he was happy about this, while David, who was also naturally gifted, watched coldly from the sidelines.

He felt...extremely ashamed.

"Are you really sure? I mean... how do you know you were born like this?"

"memory."

David tapped his head with his finger.

In fact, few people know that Thanos, the Mad Titan who struck fear into the hearts of the entire universe, dreamed of becoming a scientist when he was a child, and he did just that.

He grew up on Titan, a planet with advanced technology, but without weapons or murder; everything was perfectly harmonious.

"Until the birth of Thanos, a mutant of the Eternals, he embarked on the path of science in order to explore his own differences."

The method of investigation was dissection, starting with dissecting small animals, then dissecting classmates, and finally dissecting his own mother who gave birth to him…

Thanos can also be said to have a super brain. After leaving Titan, he became the number two on the space pirate ship with his technological knowledge alone, and began his journey to become the dark overlord.

David and Clark weren't lying when they said they learned martial arts on TV.

You really can learn it just by watching.

“You must keep this a secret for me, Clark.”

"After you used this to make me bear the blame for turning someone into a vegetable?"

Clark asked back with some resentment.

"Clark, think about what I'll look like after I use my powers. Do you want your parents to worry?"

David said.

He planned to tell Jonathan and Martha about this after they had met more extraordinary people on Earth, at which point they would be much more receptive.

"And one Clark is enough to keep them worried all day long."

Let them have a normal, carefree son for now.

Clark's attitude softened when his parents were mentioned.

"By the way, where did you learn how to beat someone into a vegetative state?"

"Don't tell me you're on TV too."

When this issue was brought up, his tone became very serious, and his eyes showed worry.

The technique of precisely controlling the force to strike the back of a person's head and turning them into a vegetable is not shown on television, nor can it be mastered through mere practice; it requires repeated experimentation and practice.

In other words, there may be more than one person who has been rendered into a vegetative state by their own younger brother...

"Gotham is not far from Metropolis."

David turned and walked downstairs, leaving behind a single sentence.

“In the past, when the school had long holidays, I would occasionally go there for a stroll.”

You know what the environment is like there.

The people are honest and kind, but there are evil people everywhere. If you shoot nine out of ten, there might be some who are innocent. If you shoot half of them, you might let a few go free.

It's not difficult to find some villains who deserve to be shot a hundred times to practice this move; he'll learn it in a few tries.

"I'm already tired of those plots where superheroes lock people up in jail, and then supervillains come out again and again."