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

Unfortunately, I didn't bring my camera this morning.

“The eyes also have muscles, like blinking and focusing, and you can try to control them, Clark.”

Jonathan wondered what his youngest son was pointing to on the wall, but instead of asking further questions, he earnestly offered a reminder.

"I will try."

Clark agreed, a fleeting look of hesitation crossing his face.

He offered Clark a few words of comfort and advice.

Make sure Clark is careful; thankfully, the ability isn't dangerous. Then, his mother, Martha, packs her clothes, preparing to go out.

Jonathan also left the room to feed the cows on the farm.

blah blah.

“What else were you about to say, Clark?”

A series of footsteps sounded, and David walked over. He had noticed Clark's expression earlier and smiled, "Trying to confess your behavior to your parents?"

He drawled, "After all, there's nothing wrong with being sincere, right?"

"My strength has been increasing at a faster rate these past two days."

Upon hearing the familiar words, Clark coughed and blushed. Seeing that his parents were not around, he lowered his voice.

The sudden appearance of this new anomaly was enough to worry his parents, so he didn't say anything more just now.

"Strength is increasing faster."

David raised an eyebrow; this surprised him.

What do you think is the reason?

Unlike the known and inevitable super vision, he hadn't considered the possibility of this for the time being.

"Perhaps it's the end of puberty, which is when people's bodies develop the fastest."

Clark paused for a moment, then analyzed the situation.

Eighteen is a period of dramatic transition from adolescence to adulthood.

"You're not an alien?"

A look of realization flashed across David's eyes; he had forgotten about such a simple possibility, but he still spoke.

"Can't aliens have puberty?!"

"That's right, there are indeed some."

David smiled knowingly, his words carrying a hidden meaning, and Clark's expression turned somewhat embarrassed again.

Chapter 23 No one can stop me

Whoosh!

In the afternoon, the weather was somewhat gloomy, and a cold wind blew low through the streets of the small town.

Mother Martha went shopping, and Clark and David followed along to help carry the groceries.

With signs of impending rain, pedestrians hurried through the town.

Clark had just loaded the two large bottles of discounted laundry detergent into his car when his vision blurred. The surrounding scenery transformed into a silent film, turning black and white. The people walking on the street were no longer residents, but skeletons.

A woman carrying a shopping basket casually walked by, and Clark, at a loss, made a gesture to avoid her.

David knew that his super vision had been activated uncontrollably again: "Control your talent with your heart, do not be afraid or resist it."

Zod had barely arrived on Earth and been exposed to sunlight when he adapted to the various abilities that suddenly appeared within a minute, although this was related to the fact that he was a well-trained elite warrior.

But even though they are both Kryptonians, Zod doesn't have any extra organs or legs compared to Superman, and his potential is even less.

"Think about why you were able to manipulate it before PE class."

Looking at Clark's troubled face, David suspected that it was related to Clark's mental state.

He resisted the abilities that had suddenly appeared within him, which made him seem like an alien, and it was only when he was reminded from time to time that they worked intermittently.

"I……"

Clark was about to speak when a strange skeleton suddenly appeared in the distance, immediately catching his attention.

The other figures appeared as if they had been X-rayed, in a black and white world, while the skeleton inexplicably emitted a bright green fluorescence, like...

"Meteorite?"

This instantly reminded Clark of something that had caused him many losses.

For some reason, even though those meteorites came to Earth with him, they were his nemesis; he felt weak all over whenever they got close.

"What's wrong, Clark? Has it happened again?"

Martha came out of the supermarket and, seeing that her eldest son was not behaving well, suggested that they go home immediately: "Let's go home."

"No, I'm fine."

Seeing the emerald green skeleton walk into a small shop on the side of the street, Clark shook his head, took a deep breath and tried to control it. Two seconds later, he actually shut down his ability.

“David is right, I can do it as long as I don’t resist it!”

He was overjoyed, but when he looked at his calm younger brother, he felt a sense of defeat.

The talent was clearly his, but his younger brother understood the secrets of it better than he did.

David was not surprised at all.

"As we all know, Superman is a somewhat idealistic creature."

Martha was pleased that her eldest son showed signs of being able to control his newfound abilities, so there was no need to worry about any problems arising from them.

"Mom, didn't you just say you were going to the antique shop?"

Clark had just seen the emerald green skeleton walk into the antique shop on the side of the street.

"Our bedroom lamp is broken. Please have your Aunt Catherine fix it."

After walking a few steps, Martha led her two sons into a dilapidated antique shop on the side of the street.

jingle.

The door opened, and the welcome bell rang.

The display is filled with a dazzling array of items: porcelain and horn artifacts are arranged in glass cabinets, while oil paintings, antique clocks, and colorful embroidery hang on the walls.

There were also some tiny statues, each about the size of a palm, with a strong ancient African tribal style, casually placed in a corner...

It's supposed to be an antique shop.

David looked around and wondered if there were any real antiques among them.

He couldn't say anything about the antique shop that had been reduced to repairing home appliances.

"Most of it is from last week."

“Kent woman… I mean Martha, how have you been lately?”

Catherine emerged nimbly from behind the store, a hint of nervousness in her eyes, a ritualistic smile on her face.

"How's business?"

Martha had no doubts, after all, the person in front of her was the Catherine she knew, with the same eyes, nose, and even the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

"not bad."

"I've come to get the lamp." After chatting for a couple more minutes, Martha smiled and got down to business.

"desk lamp?"

Catherine was puzzled.

Clark secretly wanted to reactivate that special perspective.

I strained to control the muscles in the corners of my eyes, and after seven or eight seconds I finally succeeded.

Behind the counter in front of me was a fleshy skeleton emitting the glow of a meteorite.

"But...why are you so much shorter?"

The skeleton was different from what he had just seen; she had been a young woman a moment ago, but now she was hunched over.

"Could there be two?"

I remember that Aunt Catherine's daughter, Tina, also went to high school in the town, but she wasn't in the same class as me.

"That mahogany table lamp that Jonathan broke."

After Martha's explanation, 'Catherine' seemed to finally remember and turned to go inside to get it.

"What is the taste."

David sniffed, and a faint, foul odor entered his nose.

Clark sniffed it too, but didn't find anything.

Besides their superhuman hearing and vision, Kryptonians possess other senses far exceeding those of ordinary humans, though they may not yet have awakened them.