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

"who are you?"

Looking at the figure exuding a terrifying aura, Rickman's heart skipped a beat, his hair stood on end, and he felt both fear and rage.

creak!

You don't need to know who I am.

David's eyes emitted purple rays, and the gun that Rickman was holding was now in his hands.

After a sickeningly loud sound, he effortlessly crushed the iron into scrap metal, then melted it into a dazzling mass of molten iron, which flowed through his fingers.

"you you……"

Rickman, who had just been feeling a surge of anger from fear, felt as if his throat had been choked, rendering him speechless and unable to believe what he was seeing.

"All you need to know is that you've made a couple who shouldn't be anxious and worried argue all morning."

All you need to know is that you've set your sights on houses and land you shouldn't be interested in.

This matter should never end with the return of the land and house, nor should it be so easily concluded.

David said in a cold voice.

"If you do something wrong, you will pay the price."

"I have a lot of money, I can give it all to you, just spare my life."

Looking at the figure whose eyes emitted a chilling purple light, Rickman's voice trembled. He couldn't understand why he had brought such a disaster upon himself by simply using his abilities to take over the land of a few small-town farmers.

He had never experienced this situation before, even when he did whatever he wanted in the metropolis.

First came the incredibly fast blue-clad man, and now there's this purple-skinned man who's as strong as a monster.

"Thirty million, no, eighty million...!"

Before he finished speaking.

David's face remained expressionless, but two beams of light from his eyes tore through the darkness, burning the pleading Rickman to ashes that drifted into the cold, damp, and filthy alley.

He turned and left, disappearing from the spot.

……

"David, you know what's going on, right?"

The next day, I left home and arrived at the school gate.

Clark stopped David with a worried expression.

“This morning, my parents and several farmers went to the police station to report that Rickman had gone missing.”

"Did you kill someone again?" He didn't want to speculate in that direction, but not long ago a detective had gone missing under David's command, making it hard not to make the connection.

He said that David was so calm yesterday, which was completely unlike his usual self.

In the end, Clark couldn't help but get a little angry.

"Isn't it normal for someone to flee the metropolis out of fear of being exposed after your secret was revealed?"

David shrugged, completely unconcerned.

"Anyway, with his abilities, he can live a very comfortable life wherever he goes."

"Do not……"

Clark wanted to say something more.

As David entered the campus, he casually pulled a cratered, fist-sized meteorite from his pocket, forcing him to retreat helplessly.

"David, I only asked you two questions, and you're using a meteorite against me."

Under the radiation from the meteorite, Clark, feeling heartbroken and distressed, stumbled backward, staring at his brother in disbelief.

"Don't get me wrong, have you forgotten the homework from geography teacher Reagan?"

David weighed the meteorite in his hand.

"Let us collect various rocks according to the methods he taught us to identify them. I was assigned to collect meteorites and rose quartz."

In other places, it would be absurd for geography teachers to assign students to collect meteorites as homework, but in Smallville, a small town that calls itself the meteorite capital of the world, meteorites are everywhere.

Fearing the meteorite, Clark could only watch his brother leave, planning to ask him about it after school in the afternoon.

When school ended in the afternoon and I stepped out of the classroom, I noticed that dark clouds had gathered and hung low in the sky, as if a torrential downpour was about to begin.

Clark looked up, feeling dejected.

When school was over, Chloe pulled him aside and asked him to help proofread and revise the school newspaper article, but David was nowhere to be seen.

If you miss the school bus, you have to walk home.

Most of the time, Clark didn't like his extraordinary abilities, so he decided to walk home first and see what happened when it really started to rain.

"And I can use the time on the way to think about how to ask David about that matter."

A dozen minutes later, we walked onto the bridge.

Clark glanced up casually, and his expression changed drastically.

"Avery, what are you doing?"

A cold wind howled past as a defiant figure stood on the bridge railing, wearing headphones, looking down at the dam below, and irritably tossing pebbles from his bag down.

Clark recognized his classmate, Avery Regan, the son of their geography teacher.

But geography teacher Reagan always told Avery not to call him "Dad" at school, but to call him "Teacher." This afternoon, in front of the whole class, he reprimanded his son, who had only finished half of his homework, without any mercy.

"Get down quickly, it's dangerous!"

Clark shouted.

But Avery, wearing headphones and blasting upbeat rock music, had a gloomy expression and a rebellious look between his brows, and didn't hear a thing.

Stab it!

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, accompanied by a loud rumble.

Seeing the dangerous figure standing in the wind, Clark rushed forward and grabbed his waist, trying to pull him off the bridge to prevent him from falling or being struck by lightning.

Wearing electronic devices on your head and standing at a high place can easily attract lightning.

click!

Unexpectedly, a bolt of lightning struck down, hitting both of them.

The meteorite in Avery's backpack, which was used for geography homework, shone brightly, and the lightning connecting the two of them turned green.

Zizizi!

"Ah ah ah..."

After a brief, electric shock-like reaction, Clark stiffened, cried out in pain, and collapsed to the ground.

Avery also fell to the ground, his clothes torn by lightning, leaving sparks behind.

"Are you alright, Avery?"

Clark felt a slight numbness all over his body, but he felt fine.

He wanted to help Avery up, who was lying on his back on the ground, to see if he was injured.

Unexpectedly, Avery, who was feeling dizzy, was burned by sparks from his clothes.

"what!"

Without any warning, Clark cried out in pain, pulled his hand back as if electrocuted, and stared in astonishment at his blistering, painful hand.

"It's just a tiny spark, why?"

Looking up again, Avery had sparks burning on his chest, but he was completely unharmed, as if he was just a little dizzy and had just woken up in a daze.

"Clark?"

The update is a bit late; I wrote an extra 800 words. Please continue reading! (〃'▽'〃)

Chapter 47: Clark Loses His Powers

Crash.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and torrential rain poured down, turning the farm's green grass into a muddy mess.

Jonathan, Martha, and David sat in the warm house, drinking hot tea.

Large raindrops pattered against the window, making a crackling sound.

Why hasn't Clark returned yet?

Holding a steaming cup of black tea in her hands, Martha glanced outside with a puzzled look.

“I saw him being called away by Chloe.”

David took a sip of hot tea.

"Maybe he's proofreading for Chloe."