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

Jonathan was worried about his eldest son's safety.

"It's just a heavy rain, not a flood. Clark will be fine."

he smiled.

Bang!

Suddenly, a weak hand slammed on the door.

A tall figure opened the door, his tattered clothes covered in mud and water, and strands of his soaked hair plastered to his face. He stumbled and fell into the house in a disheveled state.

Snapped!

A dazzling flash of lightning illuminated Clark's pale face, which lay sprawled on the ground, with a few streaks of blood on his cheek.

"Clark, what's wrong?"

Jonathan and Martha were shocked, having never seen their son like this before. They hurriedly rushed forward to help their eldest son up.

Martha touched her son's head; it was burning hot, and she was shocked.

"Oh dear, why does my forehead feel so hot?"

"Are you OK?"

David's expression changed, his brows furrowed, and he quickly took the heavy-bodied Clark from his parents' arms.

Clark's disheveled state could only be attributed to encountering Kryptonite.

"You and Lana were taking shelter from the rain on your way home when Whitney saw you?"

"No... not."

Soaked to the bone and weak, Clark was helped to sit in a chair by his brother. He looked up at his brother with a look of panic in his eyes.

"David, I... I've lost my powers!"

The family looked bewildered.

"What do you mean?"

David was taken aback.

I don't quite understand what Clark is saying. Has Superman ever lost his powers?

Despite the overcast and rainy weather outside, it wasn't the red sun that would cause the Kryptonians to lose their power.

I don't understand either.

I was struck by lightning before I got home, and then my powers disappeared.

Clark looked at his scalded hands, when suddenly a drop of blood fell onto one of them.

He touched his nose and found it was bleeding. His vision went black, and he collapsed onto the table.

"Clark?"

David was about to ask if Clark had accidentally inhaled kryptonite powder.

This will also cause his abilities to become ineffective for a certain period of time.

Clark fainted.

"David, we need to take your brother to the hospital."

A panicked Martha wanted to drive to the hospital immediately in the rain, but Jonathan grabbed her arm.

"Wait a minute, Martha."

If he went to the hospital and the doctor found something, it would inevitably cause trouble, and he didn't want to lose the son he had raised with so much effort.

"Perhaps this is normal for Clark, let's wait and see."

Clark is not from Earth, and no one knows if there will be any special periods during his development. It may be like a bear hibernating in winter or a butterfly larva spinning a cocoon.

"No need, Mom."

David listened intently to Clark's heartbeat and frowned.

"Clark's heartbeat was strong and powerful; he seemed to have fainted from overexertion and fever."

"Just take two doses of medicine and rest for a while."

"Really?"

Looking at her serious youngest son, Martha was skeptical.

Clark's body is normal in some ways, excessively strong compared to ordinary people, but quite abnormal compared to Kryptonians.

However, for the time being, there is certainly no danger to his life.

"I'll take him upstairs first."

What had happened to Clark? A look of confusion crossed David's eyes as he and his father, Jonathan, carried Clark upstairs.

……

A torrential rainstorm hit, and Avery, with blond hair and tattered clothes, was running home.

Suddenly, his speed inexplicably increased. He flew across the ground like an out-of-control plane, breaking through the sonic boom, exploding raindrops, and crashing hard into a large tree on the side of the road that would take several people to encircle.

Bang!

It was as if a rocket had struck; the tree trunk exploded, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Avery pulled his body out of the tree and looked in shock at his unharmed body.

"What happened? How come I wasn't hurt at all?"

Even if a speeding truck crashes into a tree like this, the front of the truck should be dented.

But he was completely unharmed.

"Still at that speed?"

"I feel just like an angel warrior from a comic book!"

Unable to believe it, Avery was both shocked and overjoyed by the incredible scene before him!

This kind of power?!

Angel Warriors is a wildly popular comic that has been serialized for over a decade, accompanying many children through their childhood. It tells the story of the superhero Angel Warriors who possess superhuman speed and immense strength.

He then tried to throw another punch with force.

Bang!

The air exploded like a pressure cooker being compressed and boiled, the sonic boom carrying for miles, even drowning out the thunder in the sky.

Suddenly, the raindrops and water on the ground within a few meters were violently emptied, and a visible shockwave blasted outwards. The area in front, several meters ahead, seemed to be swept by a typhoon, instantly shattering large trees and forming a fan-shaped area that looked like it had been hit by a missile.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, a burst of laughter, like a long-suppressed maniac, rang out in the rain. Avery covered his forehead, threw his head back, and laughed wildly, revealing only one eye that shot out endless rebellion and arrogance.

With such power, what in the world could stop him?

"I can do whatever I want!"

The backpack strap broke when it hit a roadside tree, causing the backpack to fall to the ground, scattering the books and homework inside.

In the past, he would have hurriedly picked it up to avoid being scolded by his parents when he got home.

but now……

Avery's lips curled into a deep sneer.

Now that I have the power of a god, do I still need to go to school?

His parents, especially his old-fashioned father, couldn't control him anymore!

He took a step to leave.

The meteorite, about the size of a fist, fell out of the backpack and emitted a green light as if it sensed something.

As Avery passed the schoolbag, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground, feeling a burning pain on his skin.

"My power has vanished again?"

He fell into the mud and water, weak and powerless, looking at the meteorite that was inexplicably glowing, his face pale, filled with surprise and doubt.

"What is this?"

……

The next morning, the rain stopped and the bright sunshine shone into the house.

A warm and comfortable bed.

With a cold towel on his forehead, Clark opened his eyes and felt much better.

His parents and younger brother were all gathered around his bed.

He threw back the covers and sat up.

"Clark, how are you?" Clark felt a warm feeling welling up inside him as his parents asked with concern, and he smiled.

"I'm all right."

Clark then turned his gaze to his younger brother, who stood there without saying a word, but his brows were furrowed and his eyes held concern and inquiry.