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

If possible, he also hopes to create another human-shaped emotion generator.

[From Jerome's madness 0.15, hatred 0.11...]

He didn't know what it felt like for a person in a vegetative state to have consciousness but be trapped in darkness, but it must have been very unpleasant.

Because in just two days, Jerome's emotions became increasingly extreme and intense, providing him with more and more emotional triggers.

“You killed him, David.”

Clark shouted in a low voice, slightly excited.

“You can definitely catch up with him, or you can remove the meteorite so I can catch up with him.”

He should have been more careful; if he hadn't been infected, he could have stopped David.

[Clark's regret +16, anxiety +15, worry +13...]

"and then?"

David asked in return, unhurriedly.

"What good would it do to catch him? Do you have a better way to deal with him?"

With that, he stepped forward, picked up the meteorite, and turned to leave.

“I’m waiting for you to come up with a better idea and tell me, Clark.”

"But are there problems?"

As the kryptonite radiation dissipated, Clark regained his strength, looked at the headless corpse, his face filled with regret, and clenched his fist.

After David drove the car back onto the highway, Clark, his hands covered in mud, returned with a slightly disappointed look.

"what have you done?"

“I buried Grek deep in the forest.”

“If we go by the law, you’ve destroyed evidence that I killed Grecker. You’re an accomplice and should be convicted as well,” David chuckled.

"good."

Clark looked up and said seriously, "But you are my only brother."

"..."

David shook his head.

"If Clark, when you said that, you didn't have that determined look in your eyes, like a juvenile detention center counselor facing a repeat offender."

Perhaps, I'll be touched for a second or two.

……

David didn't want to get involved with the genetically mutated Grecker.

But to his surprise, Clark came to his door to attack him, intending to kill him as well.

It's probably because of Lana.

"Like the strong instincts of insects, they will defeat and eliminate all competitors in order to win a mate."

He had the ability to recover, but couldn't become an emotional generator, so I had to kill him, which was a bit of a pity.

However, after that day, Clark felt that he might not encounter a situation like Jerome's again, and that he could keep a close eye on David, his worries about David gradually decreased.

But after David killed Grecker, Clark immediately began to worry about his descent into depravity again, and the worry became even stronger.

[Concerns from Clark +19, +20...]

Ignoring Clark's dull driving, David sat in the passenger seat, casually looking at the scenery outside.

After David and his companion drove away.

In the forest, a giant white wolf with beautiful, silky fur slowly emerged, gazing in the direction the two had left, its eyes filled with a hint of doubt, as if it were pondering something.

……

I secretly went to get the car paint repaired on the way, and used my amazing lung capacity and mouth to speed up the drying of the paint.

Clark decided not to tell his parents about it for the time being, not wanting them to worry about it.

It didn't take David much time to deal with Grek.

After loading a cart with fruit, they returned to the market in less than an hour.

Luther was still there, using the excuse of wanting to know how the fruit and vegetable business was in Smallville, and talking to Jonathan and Martha.

Martha thought that if Luther decided to become a fruit and vegetable buyer, it might be good news for the townspeople who ran farms and orchards, so she didn't shut him out like her husband had.

"Hi."

David and Chloe, who was helping out, greeted Pete.

The fruit stand wasn't busy, and the two of them didn't really have much to do.

"Lex, are the fruits from my orchard really that appealing to you?"

Seeing that Luther was still there, Clark smiled and made a joke.

Luther observed his somewhat sullen expression, then glanced at David, whose expression seemed natural, like he had just returned from a spring outing, before turning back to Clark.

"What happened, Clark?"

He tentatively asked in a soft voice.

You look like you're having some kind of trouble.

A hint of unease flashed across Clark's eyes. "It's nothing."

"Clark, I was a bit mischievous when I was a kid."

"This is a good opportunity to get closer," Luther said with a glint in his eyes.

"So I'm often called to the psychological counseling room. In order to prevent others from seeing through my thoughts, I've learned a bit about psychology..."

“Mr. Luther, my son has some minor teenage troubles, but he can handle them himself.”

Noticing the two, Jonathan stepped forward, put his arm around Clark's shoulder, and refused, saying, "I don't need you to do any psychological counseling."

"Besides—being called to the counseling room must mean more than just being naughty, right?"

David watched from the side, knowing that his father Jonathan probably thought Clark was still troubled by the floating incident that morning, so he didn't want Luther to ask any more questions.

"I just……"

Luther smiled, as if he wanted to say something more.

Suddenly, several armed police officers squeezed out from behind the crowd, showing their police IDs and arrest warrants. The surrounding crowd immediately dispersed, forming a circle to see what had happened.

“Mr. Lex Luther, we are the Smallville Police Department.”

We now suspect you are involved in a bank robbery. Please come with us to assist with the investigation.

"A robbery?"

Luther was taken aback.

"Many eyewitnesses saw you rob a small town bank at gunpoint half an hour ago, stealing $100,000 from the bank. You may have been wearing a bulletproof vest under your clothes. You were shot twice by the security guard on duty, but you still managed to escape."

"That's what the police officer said."

"I risked being shot to rob a small-town bank? And I only made $100,000?"

Disturbed by these police officers at a crucial moment, Luther wondered if he had misheard and laughed in exasperation.

“Sir, my factory donates more than $100,000 a year to schools, police stations, and fire safety facilities in this small town.”

Jonathan and Martha exchanged a frown.

Bank robbery?

The surrounding crowd was surprised and puzzled. They had all heard the name Lex Luthor and were connected to him. It was more likely that it was about acquiring a bank.

Luther's eyes flickered as he looked at Clark and David behind him.

“I’ve been here for the past hour, and the Kent family can vouch for that.”

In an instant, all eyes, including those of the police and onlookers, turned to look.

"I……"

Jonathan was speechless for a moment.

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Chapter 21 David, How Strong Are You?

“I never expected my father to testify for Lex.”

When Clark returned home that evening, he was still a little surprised.