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

After facing Ares, the God of War, Orm, the Ocean Lord, and Zod, such a weak attack reminded him of the feeling when he encountered superpowered people in his town before.

Consider that Luther was particularly interested in that down-on-his-luck scientist who had studied meteorites.

laugh!

"Unsurprisingly, Luther's diverse abilities likely come from those in the town who were mutated by Kryptonite radiation."

Having guessed the source of Luther's power, David raised his palm, and a torrent of blazing purple cosmic energy erupted through the sky, striking Luther hard.

The electrical currents that made up his body were extinguished, and Luther screamed as if he were being slowly tortured, as he was thrown backward by the impact.

In his electric current state, he was freed from David's gravity, but this also rendered many of his abilities unusable, effectively crippling 99% of his own power.

But there's no other way; at least this way he can still resist.

Balancing himself in mid-air, Luther rushed into the bunker. He ripped off a thick cable and absorbed the electrical current stored throughout the bunker, which was used for scientific experiments. His body grew larger as he absorbed the current.

Three meters, ten meters, fifteen meters.

Luther's body quickly grew to a height of 100 meters, as huge as a hill, and swung his enormous fist at Clark and David.

"You alien insects, this is the human world."

But he was like a flashy, paper giant; Clark dodged his punches, his body piercing his chest like a bullet.

With a large hole in his chest and his back arched, Luther's eyes bulged, and he angrily swung his fist at David again.

David caught the fist, which was larger than his body, and held it firmly in place. He activated his energy absorption ability, transforming into an energy black hole, and the current in Luther's body was rapidly sucked away.

He was like a deflated balloon, his body rapidly shrinking.

hum~

A powerful telekinetic force tore apart a corner of the bunker, lifting it into the air. Dozens of tons of reinforced concrete ruins, under Luther's control, slammed into David.

David fired energy beams from his eyes, cutting open the bunker.

The current that Luther absorbed was like a torrent poured into the ocean and absorbed by David; his body would soon return to normal size.

What's terrifying is that David shows no sign of letting him go.

"no no!!"

With a single glare, a mental blast capable of turning tens of thousands into idiots was unleashed upon David's head, but like a surging tide crashing against an unshakeable dam, it had no effect whatsoever.

David's cold eyes remained completely unmoved.

"Superman, are you just going to watch him kill me?!"

As his body began to shrink, Luthor cunningly shouted that he was actually asking Superman for help, whom he had always wanted to eliminate or capture.

He wanted to exploit Clark's kindness once again, making it his greatest lifeline.

In mid-air, Clark clenched his fists, his eyes showing struggle, and his body moved.

"Think about what Luther almost did last time in Metropolis."

Seeing that Clark was about to rush over to separate him and Luther, David spoke calmly.

Last time?

Clark paused, his expression changing.

Last time, Luther used Clark's personality and abilities to trick him into losing consciousness by using a high-speed train carrying thousands of passengers and containing bombs, almost making him a test subject for the military and himself to be slaughtered.

But Clark wasn't concerned about those things; what he cared about were the thousands of innocent civilians who had been used as bait by Luther. He struggled to stay where he was after rushing forward a short distance.

He managed to stop the train last time, but what about next time?

"Letting Lex Luthor, that ruthless guy, continue to live, who knows what he'll do next."

David said.

"Don't forget, you owe this city."

Because of David's reminder, and recalling the disaster that had just occurred in Metropolis, which had brought Zod to the city, and the words the bat had spoken echoing in his mind, Clark's spirits lifted. He gritted his teeth and slowly turned around, refusing to look at the scene of his brother's murder.

"Superman, your mind has been warped!"

As the last of the current was absorbed, Luther's cheeks sank in, and he stared wide-eyed in despair.

"Do not……!"

"These are your last words?"

In the comics, Luther's methods, which always worked to save his life, failed on the first try this time, and David's face remained indifferent.

Luther took advantage of Clark's kindness to scheme against him. Clark didn't feel much resentment, but he was angry about it.

However, his killing intent wasn't that strong, otherwise he wouldn't have waited until now to find Luther.

"It's just that Lex Luthor is too cunning and despicable, and he will stop at nothing to do things. Letting him live in this world is a hidden danger."

He was not afraid of Luther's schemes.

"But I fear that Luther, by acting against us, will have more and more contact with me and Clark, and uncover our true identities."

Smallville is just an inconspicuous small town on the outskirts of Metropolis, but after Luther has failed to deal with David and Clark several times, he will eventually start with the town, which is the site of the meteorite impact, to uncover their true identities and find their weaknesses.

The so-called weaknesses are Jonathan and Martha.

David would never let that happen. His hand gripped the weakened Luther's neck like an iron clamp, coldly absorbing his last jolts of electricity.

"Life is a sweltering day, death is a cool night."

Luther was almost a dried-up corpse. With his last breath, as death approached, a strange tranquility appeared on his face. He recited a line of Heine's poem, and a sinister, weak smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

Alexander has been remembered by the world for thousands of years.

I wonder if the world will still remember me, Lex Luthor, a thousand years from now.

He stared intently at David and Clark, and after saying his last words, he lowered his head.

"I am about to enter the night, but the name Lex Luthor will never be forgotten!"

David's eyes flickered, and he released purple cosmic energy from his hand, completely destroying Lex Luthor's corpse.

He didn't want Luther's body to remain, becoming the headlines of those newspapers and shocking his parents when they saw it.

And it was also to prevent the cunning Luther from faking his death.

No one knows how many abilities he has mastered through biological modification.

To ensure that not a single cell of Luther's body remained in the world, David pondered his earlier words.

"What does he mean?"

Clark flew over, his expression a mixture of complexity and doubt.

He was just a superhero in everyone's eyes, a hopeful son of tomorrow, yet he allowed his brother to kill someone in front of him and did nothing about it.

Luther's dying words were clearly pointed, but he couldn't figure out the specific meaning.

"Did he leave behind some plan, to create a big news story, to make humanity remember him forever through an unforgettable trauma?"

He speculated, taking the worst possible angle.

"Lex Luthor is a vain and ambitious man."

He doesn't want that kind of reputation.

David shook his head, catching a glimpse of possibility in his memory, and murmured softly.

"Clone?"

In the comics, Lex Luthor is known for his cunning mind and advanced technology, and he is an adversary of Superman.

Of all the technologies he possesses, cloning has always been one of his sharpest weapons.

Luther's technology even reached the point where, after a period of time, he could perfectly clone the Son of Krypton.

Bizarro, the anti-superhuman who can enhance himself by consuming kryptonite, is the product of his experiment.

"In one world, Batman stole Lex Luthor's cloning technology and cloned himself in batches, hoping to make Batman a symbol that would never disappear, forever remaining at the age of twenty-seven, at his most powerful, to deter all evildoers."

Luther repeatedly transferred his consciousness into clones to escape death.

David's mind flashed back to information about Luthercloning technology.

But judging from Luther's tone just now, it doesn't seem like he's transferring his consciousness.

"He may not have mastered that advanced technology yet."

Most likely, he would give his clone the chance to create the name Lex Luthor and leave its mark on human history.

"A ridiculous hope..."

David simply couldn't understand Luther's intense obsession with leaving his mark on human history.

"Even if you leave a copy, you won't be able to cause any more trouble."

Luther likely left behind a backup plan: once he dies, an underground base will automatically clone him.

But with Jor-El around, who can monitor the entire globe, Lex Luthor's clone would be caught immediately unless he didn't touch any human technology that could eavesdrop or monitor.

"At that point, it would just be a matter of taking action and killing again."

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