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

David's fist released a high-concentration purple cosmic energy wave, which roared and instantly pierced through the tall trees in front of him, blasting him hundreds of meters away.

A fist-sized hole appeared in the trunk of every tree directly in front of them, and the bark and wood were burned to ashes.

In the blink of an eye, the energy spread to a range of nearly a mile, and he hurriedly withdrew it.

……

"Rick Rickman, 42 years old, attended Smallville High School and graduated from Kansas Western University. After graduation, he worked in farm equipment sales."

Chloe read out the information about Rickman that she found on the computer.

Skilled in computer technology, she once developed a program that could centrally aggregate searched information to make it easier for her to write articles for the school newspaper.

"Who would have thought that Mr. Rickman, who's going to open a chemical plant in our town, is not only our senior from school, but also a local?"

She pursed her lips as she browsed through Rickman Enterprises' latest corporate plan.

"Is this how he gives back to his hometown?"

Is there anything strange about him?

Clark was more concerned with other aspects.

"Let me see……"

She dragged the mouse.

"After graduating, I worked in sales. My performance was at the bottom and I almost got fired. But the following year, I made a leap forward and topped the sales charts for three consecutive years. I used the huge bonuses I received to start my own company and began my struggle in the business world..."

Considering Clark's earlier statement that he inexplicably persuaded Uncle Jonathan to sell the land and house, Chloe found this very suspicious.

"Even though the company is often criticized for its chaotic management, it has still managed to close big deals one after another and amass a fortune of hundreds of millions. Does that count?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, was the year he almost got fired the same year the meteor shower happened?"

Clark took a deep breath; just as David had guessed.

"Yes, it was 1991."

"There's no need to search through news articles to compare years; the people in the town will never forget the year of the meteorite shower," Chloe affirmed.

"Where does he live now, Chloe?"

Now there was only one question left, and Clark stood up excitedly.

146 Monte Street, Metropolitan.

Chloe was a little puzzled by Clark's reaction, but answered anyway.

"Thank you, Chloe. I'll treat you to your favorite caramel milk pudding next time. I have to go now."

Upon hearing the location, Clark thanked them and left quickly and happily.

Not only is he much faster than David, but with Chloe's help, he doesn't need to spend time asking around. He's sure to win this time.

"Wait a moment!"

Chloe saw a news article on the webpage, her expression changed, and she ran out to call out to Clark.

But they discovered that Clark was nowhere to be found in the open space in front of the door.

While running at top speed, unlike David whose speed still leaves a visible trail, Clark was so fast that he was invisible. He quickly pulled out a blue hood from his pocket and put it on his head with a piercing gaze.

He'll definitely be one step ahead of his brother this time.

But Clark didn't know that David hadn't even set off yet, and was even planning to let him handle the matter first.

……

quack!

Dust billowed up from within the forest, and the muffled sound startled a flock of birds.

The energy on his purple skin faded, and David clenched his fist excitedly, a surge of immense power coursing through his body.

Previously, he could only sense the cosmic energy that he could not mobilize no matter what he tried, but now he could do it as easily as moving his own arm. He raised his palm again and released it.

The beam of energy struck a section of withered, fallen old wood in the distance.

Under the immense concentrated energy, the entire piece of wood was annihilated, leaving not even a trace.

[New template loading complete - Black King template integration 30% complete]

"The mutant Black King?"

An unexpected joy welled up in David's eyes.

Now he knows why he can release energy that he couldn't release before!

"Not only that, there are other abilities as well. The fusion of the two templates with my body seems to be more than just one plus one!"

He clenched his fist, and a dazzling purple light suddenly shot out from his eyes.

I've added another seven or eight hundred words, please keep reading! Here's a new template; in the chapters tomorrow and the day after, the protagonist will begin leaving the town and the metropolis to briefly explore the outside world and meet some new characters. (〃'▽'〃)

Chapter 43: The New Ability to Manipulate Energy

The detached villa, with its cool and simple Nordic style, subtly exudes the aloofness of an elite.

Having easily dealt with several stubborn farmers, Rickman returned home, tossed his car keys on the coffee table, and headed down to the cellar to fetch a bottle of red wine for a leisurely sip.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him on the glass surface of the coffee table, standing silently behind him without him even noticing.

He was so startled that he backed away, his hair standing on end.

"who are you?"

The tall man, dressed in blue overalls like a lumberjack, with sturdy brown logging boots and a blue hood with only two holes in it, spoke in a low voice.

“Mr. Rickman, don’t be afraid.”

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing that the other party had no gun, Rickman, who had been startled, breathed a sigh of relief, but his face showed annoyance.

"It's not fair that you used unfair means to control farmers and force them to sell their farms and homes without their knowledge!"

"Control? I don't know what you're talking about?"

A hint of unease flashed in Rickman's eyes.

"If you want money, you don't need to resort to such tricks."

“I don’t want your money, I just want you to cancel those contracts that are built on falsehoods and are causing trouble for the farmers.”

Clark stepped forward, his tall, strong body radiating a powerful and imposing aura.

Rickman pretended to be scared and took a step back, then lunged forward in a flash, trying to touch Clark's neck.

Swish!

In a flash, Rickman missed his target; Clark was behind him.

I know your abilities.

I think you can't activate your abilities without any physical contact.

Jonathan, the father, was initially still conscious and firmly refused the other party. He only lost his memory and signed the document after shaking hands with the person in front of him. If he could control others with a single thought, it wouldn't be so complicated.

Most abilities require physical contact to activate, just like Sean, who needs to absorb body heat through touch.

"If you don't want your abilities to be revealed, you'd better do as I say, Mr. Rickman."

"you you!"

Turning to look at the blue-clad stranger who had teleported behind him, Rickman's eyes widened, and he said in astonishment, "You have abilities too."

"Terminate the contract, or let me send information about your abilities to major newspapers?"

Regardless of his astonishment, Clark put into practice the same tactics that Farran had used to threaten him.

"It's your choice, Mr. Rickman."

"I...I promise you."

A flicker of frustration and contemplation crossed Rickman's eyes. He struggled for a moment before speaking.

In fact, there's no need to overthink it. On one hand, his biggest secret has been exposed, his company worth hundreds of millions has gone bankrupt, and he's been overwhelmed by the strange and wary gazes of others. On the other hand, it's just a piece of land worth a few hundred thousand dollars, a factory site that hasn't even been built yet.

"A wise choice."

"I'll be watching you, Mr. Rickman. If you haven't terminated your contract by sunrise, tomorrow's city newspapers will have your front pages covered."

As he spoke, Clark vanished from the room like a ghost, creating a gust of wind that stirred the curtains.

Rickman was left standing alone in the room, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty, his fists clenched tightly.

Suddenly, he caught sight of the spot where the man in blue had stood: a few small patches of dirt covered with bits of grass on the gleaming, dark gray marble floor.

Rickman's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward, squatted down, and carefully picked it up.

"fair?

You know who I am, but I don't know who you are. Isn't that unfair?