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

He decided to do something for the world, such as creating some vegetative patients to provide him with some emotional support, and incidentally making the world a little quieter in the future.

Gotham?

The name of the place seemed to possess a demonic quality that inspired fear and led people astray. Upon hearing that his brother had been there, Clark paused for a moment, then his expression changed drastically.

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Chapter 15 Clark's Worries

The sky was as blue as blue velvet.

Bright sunshine shines down, and a gentle spring breeze stirs the cherry blossoms on campus.

Cherry blossom petals fluttered down, creating a beautiful and colorful scene.

Students came and went, carrying books, chatting in groups of two or three.

David and his friends walked through the school. Clark, who was standing next to him, had a worried look on his face and kept glancing at David.

Just as parents are always afraid that their children will go astray, Clark believes that as the older brother, he also has a responsibility to prevent his younger brother from losing his innate kindness and becoming cold or even evil as he comes into contact with the world.

Especially after discovering that David possessed power far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Clark had been thinking about this all night: how to pull David back from the brink of darkness.

"To casually beat someone into a vegetative state without feeling any guilt is not just a little bit bad, it's a sign of things getting worse."

That's what Clark thinks.

He felt that his younger brother's thoughts and perceptions were already on the dangerous edge of a precipice.

Taking another step would be the beginning of depravity, arbitrarily placing oneself above others.

David was at a loss for words when he discovered that Clark was eager to find an angle to act as his mentor.

[Concern from Clark +6, +5, +7...]

However, starting yesterday, Clark suddenly increased the speed at which he raised his emotional threshold, as if he had been thinking about him since yesterday.

"At this rate, we may be able to complete the fusion soon and start the next template."

There was an unexpected bonus. David was in a good mood.

I wonder what the next template will be. Will it be weaker, comparable to the Thanos template, or even stronger?

Step into the building.

"Why are they all looking at us?"

Students in the corridor occasionally cast curious and surprised glances at the group, Pete muttered to himself with self-admiration.

"Have they finally realized that being short doesn't diminish my charm?"

"Save your breath, Pete."

Chloe, engrossed in a newspaper, looked up and observed.

"They were clearly looking at Clark and David, but more at David."

She was also a little confused as to why so many people were watching the two of them.

David didn't have Clark's super hearing, but his exceptional senses allowed him to glean the reasons behind things from whispers.

"As the residents of this small town often say, in Smallville, a town that's not much bigger than a bottle cap, news spreads very quickly."

For example, someone saw some of the most popular football team members from the town's high school in a bar and tried to bully them, but ended up getting beaten up instead.

A look of helplessness flashed across Clark's face.

He heard it too.

The older brother, who only had a son, was being bullied and pinned to the ground. When the younger brother saw this, he swiftly and decisively took down several school bullies.

"Lana seems to be coming for you, Clark."

Pete nudged his good friend Clark with his elbow: "Get rid of that smug look on your face that screams 'Why am I a loser'."

Was I really that obvious?

Seeing the beautiful, gentle woman with black hair walking towards him at the end of the corridor, Clark coughed, muttered to himself, and secretly straightened his back.

Having just had a big fight with her boyfriend, Lana looked heartbroken and hurriedly came over to apologize to Clark, her voice soft and slightly hoarse from crying.

“I’m sorry, Clark.”

I didn't know Whitney was so naive as to cause trouble for you just because I said a couple of words to you.

Upon learning of the rumors circulating on campus, she immediately went to Whitney to verify them, hoping to get confirmation from her boyfriend that it was just a rumor.

But Whitney, feeling deeply ashamed, angrily admitted, with a hint of reproach, that it was Lana's subtle display of a different attitude towards Clark that made him unable to contain his anger and thus went to find Clark.

"I'm actually fine, Lana."

Clark laughed. "Don't blame Whitney."

“I can’t accept that he lied to me. He was the one who deliberately caused trouble for you and lost the necklace I gave him.”

Lana became even more upset when the topic came up, her eyes reddening and her voice low: "It is said that someone got drunk and provoked us at the bar."

“I think I need to re-examine my relationship with Whitney.”

Seeing Lana's sad and mournful appearance, Clark, who had never encountered such a situation before, scratched the back of his head, flustered and unsure how to comfort her, only able to repeatedly tell Lana not to cry.

"I bumped into Whitney at the bar; maybe he was drunk when he acted so irrationally."

Clark, do you want to hear what you're saying? You'd even defend your rival if it meant the person you secretly love would feel better?

David shook his head inwardly, feeling that he was beyond saving.

Even without Kryptonite, given Clark's current personality, he would never be able to catch up with this cheerleader.

“David.”

Clark subtly winked at David, urging him to return the meteorite necklace, which held great significance for Lana, as they had agreed yesterday.

With the necklace recovered, perhaps Lana will no longer be sad.

"David, I'm sorry."

Remembering something, Lana wiped away her tears and turned to David earnestly.

"Because of me, Whitney has caused you trouble."

"fine."

He didn't think it was a problem. David spoke casually as he pulled the necklace out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"This is your necklace. Clark found it that day and asked me to keep it."

Clark really wanted to personally hand the necklace over to Lana.

But he felt that if he didn't want to take out the necklace and then perform a dramatic fall on the spot, lying on the ground for a long time and unable to get up, making a huge fool of himself again, it would be best to let David pass it on.

"My necklace."

As Lana took the necklace, a look of surprise appeared in her eyes, and a smile spread across her tear-streaked face.

"Thank you, David... and Clark."

She seemed to have misunderstood something.

If Clark found it, why didn't he return it to her himself?

Lana thought David wanted to match her with her brother Clark.

Seeing that David's attitude towards her was indifferent, unlike others on campus who would look away after handing over the necklace, leaving Clark space to talk to her.

For some reason, she found herself glancing at David a couple more times.

He doesn't usually participate in any sports, just like Clark. Occasionally, you might see him sitting in a corner of the campus with a book in his hand. He's very tall, but doesn't have any explosively visible muscles. How did he manage to beat Whitney and his teammates?

Clark, who had been intently watching the goddess, not missing a single smile or frown, glanced at Lana and then at his younger brother.

My heart skipped a beat; why did I have a bad feeling about this?

Deng Deng!

Suddenly, footsteps echoed around the corner of the corridor.

"Lana!"

Whitney, furious and angry, regretted it and realized he shouldn't have acted that way. He looked nervous and tried to catch up with his girlfriend to win her back.

"David, Clark, I'm leaving now."

Lana didn't want to see him at that moment. Her expression changed, and she greeted Chloe and Pete again before hurriedly turning and leaving.

Whitney, who caught up with him, saw David as she passed by, her face showing unease, and she left with shame and anger in her eyes.

David didn't care at all.

There's a staircase corner next to it.

A figure coldly and secretly observed everything, the gaze of some cold-blooded creature shifting between David and Clark.