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

"What a coincidence, I didn't expect to run into you here."

Lana pushed her cart past, looking surprised. She hadn't expected to see a friend she'd just met at the party yesterday.

"Are you here to volunteer as well?"

Kayla turned around, a slightly unnatural smile on her face. "Yes...yes."

“Some things are the same even when I’m a new transfer student, such as thirty hours of community service per semester.”

Lana started chatting with Kayla.

But then she became a little puzzled, wondering why Kayla had been so talkative just yesterday.

The two chatted happily, and Kayla asked her a lot of questions about the town's high school, asking her to introduce the famous people in the school so she could get a general impression.

Kayla, however, seemed somewhat distracted, her gaze drifting to one side every now and then.

……

"You will be an amazing person in the future."

"In the room," Cassandra laughed.

"In other people's future, some people will encounter pain and despair, but when you appear, hope will come and all disasters will disappear."

David's eyes flashed with surprise upon hearing Cassandra's words.

It sounds like this old woman had indeed glimpsed the future of Clark, or Superman, in the future of others?

I seem to have underestimated the elderly in this small town's nursing home. If she could see the future Superman, perhaps she wouldn't understand the future of this world as well as I do.

But perhaps we can also grasp some scattered clues about the future world.

"Me? Amazing?"

Clark pointed at himself, utterly bewildered.

Although he knew he was exceptionally talented, he never thought he could deserve such praise!

"You seem to have been born for this, child."

To help everyone escape fear and darkness.

Facing Clark's confusion and anxiety about the future, Cassandra spoke softly and meaningfully.

"After helping people predict the future so many times, I've come up with a pattern. Do you know what it is?"

"Madam, what is it?" Clark asked respectfully.

Seeing such a scene, she could recover from her initial shock and return to normal as if nothing in the world could make her lose her composure.

"The future can be changed!"

A mysterious smile appeared on her lips.

“In fact, the future has already changed from now on.”

"Just like Pete."

David spoke slowly.

Once people know their future, they will certainly not allow themselves or things to develop in a way they do not want.

"Yes, kid."

The old woman spoke to David with the same kind tone, even though she had seen him in the future, perhaps as an enemy of Clark.

She has seen many future lives.

Humans are complex beings; do not make hasty judgments about a person or their future.

Perhaps an unremarkable child growing up on a small-town farm will become the most dazzling and beloved person on the planet in the future; perhaps a respected and promising prosecutor will, after just one bad day, transform into a fearsome gangster.

Perhaps even mercenaries who are usually driven by money and ruthless will disregard reward and do their utmost to save the world...

"Now, it's your turn, child."

Cassandra gently opened her hand to David.

David hesitated for a moment, then quickly reached out his hand as well.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

A long time passed, and nothing happened.

Just when David thought that he wasn't special like the other children of Tomorrow who could see his future together...

"The special Kent brothers."

Cassandra, who had been keeping her eyes closed, opened her eyes, which were filled with white film, and sighed.

"Child, I cannot see your future."

This is something that has never happened before.

"It seems I can't offer you any guidance for your life."

She shook her head.

"Your future is up to you to grasp and create."

The two brothers, one who can see the future she sees, and the other who cannot see the future.

"can not see?"

David was puzzled upon learning the answer.

Thanos's physique has great resistance to mental abilities, so does that mean that foresight also falls under the category of mental abilities?

That's why we can't see it?

Clark, who was initially on edge and hoping to see if things would turn around by looking at his brother's future, was suddenly taken aback.

He gritted his teeth, firmly believing in his heart that no matter what happened, he would never let his younger brother go astray.

Clark opened his eyes, his voice slightly apprehensive.

"Madam, could you please tell me about my future as well?"

Cassandra may be blind in her eyes, but she is not blind in her mind. She guessed what he wanted to do and shook her head helplessly.

“Child, I am not a radio that you can answer anytime, change channels at will, or see whichever part of your future you want to read.”

The update is a bit late; I added an extra 400 words. Please continue reading!

Chapter 33 Ignorance Leads to the Grave

Cassandra predicts the future will be out of control.

Sometimes you can see what will happen a few minutes from now, sometimes you can see the end of someone's life, but you can't frequently predict a person's ever-changing future.

Clark wanted to predict his own future to see if his firm resolve to prevent his brother from going astray had worked, and whether the future would change, but he couldn't.

"I'm tired, children."

Listening to the ticking of the clock, Cassandra smiled with satisfaction. Clark was somewhat puzzled, as he had not yet begun reading with this respectable elder before him.

"You don't really think Ms. Cassandra needs someone to help her with her studies, do you?"

David patted him on the shoulder, got up, and left.

This old woman can read Braille; all she needs is someone to help her see the vibrant and colorful world again in the future.

"Excuse me, ma'am."

Clark realized what was happening, glanced at the clock on the wall, and, feeling that he had been in a lot of trouble, said goodbye and left.

"I'll come see you again this afternoon."

“My child, I can only help you see fragments of the future. Sometimes you don’t know the whole story, so don’t make hasty judgments.”

Finally, Cassandra sat kindly in her chair and reminded Clark, who was about to close the door and leave.

"Be more patient and trusting with your family."

"I understand, thank you, ma'am."

Clark paused for a moment, his eyes deep in thought, then nodded and closed the door.

He had intended to accompany David to a room downstairs to play chess with another elderly person and spend his community service time.

But after two games, the old woman didn't want to play anymore because she could tell that David was letting her win and trying to make her happy. After letting him win one game, she quickly lost badly.

Playing chess against someone whose skill level is too far below yours is a very boring experience, especially for the weaker player.

"You guys go ahead, I'll tell the hospital that you played chess with me."

Feeling a sense of frustration, the old man rubbed his forehead and waved his hand.

The two had no choice but to leave. Seeing that it was almost lunchtime, they preferred to go home and taste their mother Martha's specialty seafood chowder rather than eat in the nursing home cafeteria.

When I went downstairs, I saw Pete's car parked downstairs.

But I didn't see Pete; I don't know where he went, maybe he's still looking for his keys.