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

Sitting at the dining table.

Jonathan ate his breakfast of cereal soaked in milk.

David doesn't like cereal; he eats warm bread and spreads blueberry jam on it with a knife.

"Clark!" Martha called upstairs again when she saw that her eldest son hadn't come down yet.

Bang!

A dull thud came from upstairs, accompanied by a sound like wood breaking.

"When did Clark start having morning grumpiness?"

Jonathan paused for a moment, then said.

The sound suggests that something was destroyed by Clark.

"Are you alright, Clark?"

Knowing her husband was just joking, Martha called upstairs.

"I'm fine, Mother, I'll be right down, it's just..."

Upstairs, Clark's voice sounded somewhat flustered.

A moment later, he sat down at the dining table with a look of disbelief, like a child who had done something wrong and was feeling embarrassed.

"The bed in my room needs to be repaired."

"Your bed is broken? What happened?"

A hint of doubt appeared in Jonathan's eyes.

Adolescence is a time of rapid physical development. Could it be that the son's strength has increased again and he can no longer control it?

"I just woke up and found myself floating in mid-air. After being startled, I fell down and broke the bed leg."

Clark frowned, his expression showing slight resistance.

How can a person fly? He suddenly developed an ability different from ordinary people, which made him feel very uneasy. It reminded him once again that he was an alien and did not belong to this family.

And what if something uncontrollable happens to him next?

"float?"

From super strength and super defense to super speed... even the couple, who were already experienced with such things, were not without surprise.

From ancient times to the present, flying has always been a dream of humankind.

The perceptive Martha noticed his emotions, took her son's hand, and said gently, "Clark, no matter how many extraordinary talents you have, you are still our son."

“Since it’s a talent you were born with, you can master it, son.” Jonathan’s tone was serious, trying to give his son confidence: “Don’t be afraid. You’re not the only one in the world who can fly. Countless birds also enjoy the sky freely.”

David wasn't surprised that the young Superman seemed to be awakening his ability to fly.

"I thought it was something else."

"What?" Clark couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing. When I got up, I heard some noises next door, like someone talking in their sleep and repeatedly calling out someone's name."

David swallowed the bread in his mouth, his casual tone making Clark at the table extremely embarrassed.

Because in his dream before waking up, he was also flying, all the way to Lana's house, onto her bed, floating and admiring Lana's beautiful sleeping posture.

He swore he hadn't done anything before he was woken up, but the dream was undeniably somewhat erotic.

"I actually read it aloud?"

It must be because I had a long, unusual conversation with Lana on my way home from school yesterday, trying to comfort her, that I dreamt about her last night.

"Someone's name?"

Martha asked in confusion, "Clark, did you have a nightmare?"

She remembered the last time Clark almost got beaten up by Whitney.

"It's nothing, Mother."

It's getting late, let's hurry up and finish breakfast, load the car, and head to the market.

Clark's face flushed red, and he coughed twice from choking on his milk. Feeling guilty, he changed the subject.

"Otherwise, you won't be able to get a good spot."

^

After finishing their meal, they arrived at the farm gate, where Clark and David carried boxes of fruit out of the warehouse.

The fruit, weighing dozens of kilograms, felt as light as a feather in Clark's hands. He effortlessly and quickly loaded box after box onto the pickup truck.

But when he turned around, he saw David only putting the second box on the car after he had moved seven or eight boxes, leisurely as if he were on a spring outing.

"Can you hurry up?" he couldn't help but say.

“Clark, your brother doesn’t have your strength, don’t push him,” Martha gently scolded.

"He has no strength..."

Clark opened his mouth, remembering how he hadn't been able to pry David's hand off with both of his own.

Although there was a reason he didn't dare to use his full strength.

For a long time, he has been almost like a human tractor, a fence pile driver, and a plow on his family farm, saving the farm a lot of expenses.

Clark didn't think much of it; he was happy to share the burden with his aging parents who had raised him.

But after discovering that David was also incredibly strong, he became very unhappy when he remembered how David had just been watching him work leisurely in the past.

In particular, David is currently enjoying his leisure time while slacking off.

What's most infuriating is that he can't tell his parents.

[Clark's frustration +4, +3...]

David remained unmoved by Clark's resentful gaze and only loaded the last box of fruit onto the truck after Clark had moved seven or eight more boxes.

He got into the pickup truck.

"It's a bit crowded. It's inconvenient for Father to drive, so you can sit in the back."

Clark was about to come up after finishing his work when David waved him away.

The pickup truck has only one row of seats in the front, which is just right for three people, but a bit cramped for four.

"Why not you?"

Clark, who was stopped, stared wide-eyed.

"It's not right for the older brother to take the younger brother's seat."

David glanced at him, his tone puzzled.

"you……"

Seeing his matter-of-fact manner, and not at all like a younger brother, Clark gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and helplessly turned to the back.

Jonathan and Martha were a little confused. In the past, when this happened occasionally, Clark would always rush to the back first, afraid that David would fall from behind and get hurt.

What's wrong with the two brothers today? Did they have a fight?

laugh

Turn the key, and the car starts.

In the back of the car, the future Superman Clark sat in the back, looking slightly annoyed, holding a basket of apples.

We arrived at the market.

The Kent family found a spot near the center, set up their tent, and laid out boxes of sweet and tempting fresh fruit.

Clark used his thumb to force the nail into the stake and hung up a sign that read "Fresh Fruit from Kent Farms".

"Aren't you afraid of being seen using your abilities secretly like this?"

Sitting in his stall, David looked up.

Located in the suburbs, this place is a great spot for a spring outing. As a result, a temporary market made up of tents has sprung up. On the green grass, there are various stalls selling flowers, hot dogs, fruits, etc., and people come and go, making it very lively.

"In terms of concealment, I am indeed inferior to you."

Clark, who had deliberately observed that no one was paying attention before secretly using his abilities, sat down next to him and watched the stall together.

"My parents and I didn't even notice all these years."

"Clark, I didn't expect to see you here."

Suddenly, a clear voice carrying a smile came from inside.

The two looked up and David saw a bald head that shone like a light bulb in the sunlight.

"Luther?"

Chapter 18 Halfway Attack

"Luther?"