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

But what happened with Pete just now proved something amazing.

"Clark, stop thinking about rude things."

Unlike Clark, David was certain that the other party could most likely foresee the future, and said slowly.

“I think when you reach Ms. Cassandra’s age, you will be able to take some things in stride.”

Upon closer inspection, the old woman did indeed exude a sense of serene composure that comes with the passage of time. Clark realized this and quickly apologized.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Cassandra.”

"It's alright," the old woman said with a smile, seemingly unconcerned.

When was the first time you had a premonition?

Clark had a persistent suspicion that all the strange things that seemed to happen in the town occurred after the meteor shower.

He had a strong feeling that those people with special abilities might be related to the meteorite, but he had no evidence to confirm it.

“One morning, I woke up as usual, and then a meteorite fell and hit the wheat field in front of my house. The doctor determined that the flash burned my optic nerve, which changed my life in a short moment.”

"I'm sorry." Looking at the old woman calmly recounting her past, Clark's expression was unnatural, and his voice was somber.

Meteor showers accompanied him; he brought disaster and changed the lives of many.

"It's not your fault, child."

Cassandra thought he was apologizing for making her bring up her blindness, and laughed.

Kindness is a good thing.

Seeing the guilt in Clark's eyes, David said meaningfully, "But there are some things in this world that you can't control, my brother."

He was forced to come to Earth, not that he chose to come here. Don't keep taking on the burden yourself.

Clark felt a little better after being comforted by his brother.

At the same time, he was a little puzzled as to why his younger brother would comfort him over such a trivial matter.

"Since then, I can no longer see my own present, but I can glimpse the future of others."

As she spoke, she gently extended her hand.

"Kid, would you like to try?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, Clark hesitated. Would activating that ability consume his stamina or something?

I came here to volunteer and read to the elderly, not to have them answer my questions about the future.

Meanwhile, outside the room, a tall, beautiful figure with black hair walked silently, like a hunter skilled in stealth in the jungle, quietly approaching the door, her back against the wall, listening inside.

"Occasionally, we can glimpse the light again, only in the future of others."

David pondered for a moment.

"Is that why you often help people predict the future and offer guidance, Ms. Cassandra?"

It's clear that this old woman has an inexplicable enthusiasm for helping people predict the future.

"Child, you are very smart."

Cassandra nodded approvingly in his direction.

"The world is so beautiful, colorful, with clouds as white as cotton, beautiful green lawns, and azure sky."

Light is always better than darkness, especially for someone who once had sight.

She spoke with a nostalgic tone.

Upon hearing this, Clark no longer hesitated and reached out his hand to the kind, blind old woman in front of him.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, ma'am."

The update is a bit late; I wrote an extra four or five hundred words.

Chapter 31. The Future Clark Saw

Clark reached out and touched the old woman's wrinkled hand.

A few seconds later, his vision blurred.

It felt like a completely different world had appeared before my eyes.

A scene of utter catastrophe unfolded, with a blood-red sunset shrouding the sky. High-rise buildings were pierced through, houses collapsed, and fires raged, with thick black smoke billowing into the sky like pillars.

The crowd scattered and fled, the desperate cries of thousands of people sounding like the echoes of hell.

A deep ravine, like a giant finger pointing to the sky, ripped across Clark's body. He felt a sharp pain, as if he had been struck by a meteorite. He lay at the end of the ravine, his body unable to move, struggling to lift his head.

call out!

A black-haired man, dressed in a black battle suit with mysterious dark gold patterns, with a strong and slender body, slowly descended from the sky.

Half a meter above the ground, the pebbles on the ground seemed to spontaneously rise up and surround him as if they were celestial bodies.

Its overwhelming aura was like that of a majestic deity descending to earth, making it hard for people to breathe.

"David?"

Seeing such a horrific scene, and then seeing his brother who was both strange and familiar, Clark was utterly shocked.

He felt as if he were in a dream, only able to watch, unable to control anything, unable even to speak, with only a limited perspective.

"Clark, look around."

David's eyes still held a lingering red light, like lava, and he shook his head slightly.

“I didn’t want to do this, but you were so disobedient that you forced me to do it.”

"What do you mean?"

Clark was shocked and puzzled. Had David done all of this?

Thoughts flashed through his mind: He refused to submit to David, and David fought him and destroyed the city.

"Wait a minute, this looks like the Metropolis!"

Clark recognized him.

In the distance, atop the Daily Planet building, the iconic golden globe statue appears to have been used as a weapon, smashing through several buildings and falling to the ground.

"Could it be that my fears have come true? David has lost his way with power and gone down the path of evil, and I've stood against him to stop him?"

He was confused and confused.

As if to verify Clark's idea, he felt an endless anger rising in his heart in the future, and the anger in his eyes was like a volcano about to erupt.

"Little brother, you need to be corrected!"

In the future, he roared with overwhelming force and icy fury as he leaped up, punching his younger brother like a god charging at an opposing god.

Swish!

A golden rope, as fast as lightning, flew over in an instant and wrapped around his waist.

Almost simultaneously, several green chains, seemingly made of green crystal, coiled around his body like snakes, and several huge nails pinned the chains to the ground, preventing him from moving forward.

His momentum was abruptly halted as he was violently pulled back.

The body, which had been hurtling like a cannonball, came to a stop, only creating a shockwave that spread outwards.

They were just a few dozen centimeters apart, about to collide face to face, but David hovered in mid-air without even blinking.

“You’re the one who needs to be taught a lesson, my brother.”

"Who helped David?"

Clark was puzzled.

The future Clark angrily turned his head to look, and saw a figure as heroic and beautiful as a female war goddess, wearing a crown and armored battle dress, kicking the ground and tightly gripping the rope that emitted golden light.

On the other side, a brown-haired man wearing a green glowing bodysuit, whose usually casual smile was now filled with seriousness, was flying in mid-air. A ring on his hand, resembling an emerald, was emitting light as he struggled to keep the manifested chains and nails from being torn apart.

The two gritted their teeth, struggling to utter a single word, barely managing to grasp the future Clark, who resembled a raging bull.

"David's helper?"

Clark was startled.

Are they David's ally in his evil deeds? Or his henchmen?

Bang!

Before he could think it through, David appeared before him like lightning, slamming his fist down like a meteorite and knocking him back to the ground.

In the future, Clark's body crashed into a crater several meters deep, and the surging force, like a raging tidal wave, spread through several streets, causing the surrounding buildings to shake violently and their windows to shatter.

Snapped!

"How to do?"

A deep, resonant voice came through.

A grappling hook was anchored to the building wall, and a strange, bat-like shadow swung over.