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

If he hadn't lost his powers, he might have collapsed to the ground and passed out as soon as the box was opened.

"you……"

He stared wide-eyed at his younger brother.

"What are you collecting so many meteorites for?"

"collect."

David raised an eyebrow. "Is that not allowed?"

Seeing his brother's unfazed expression, Clark was so angry he almost fainted.

"Do you think I believe it?"

He couldn't believe that his brother had collected such a large box of meteorites after he had only exposed the meteorite's weakness a few days ago.

If you build it up, it'll be enough to make him an urn.

In fact, this was something David had found long ago, and he felt it was enough, so he stopped looking for it in recent years.

hum!

David took out a slightly larger piece of meteorite.

They shoot energy beams from their eyes and manipulate them to cut like lasers.

With precise manipulation, the hard meteorite was quickly sliced ​​off piece by piece, like a hot knife cutting butter.

"You can actually emit energy beams with your eyes?"

Clark was surprised and looked at his brother's actions with some confusion. "What are you doing?"

"It's silly to carry a rock with you."

As he spoke, he quickly finished what he had made.

"Moreover, the radiation emitted by the meteorite is not strong enough."

Blowing away the green snow-like stone chips, the light in David's eyes faded.

On the palm of my hand, a ring cut from the innermost crystal of a meteorite, resembling a flawless emerald, is radiating strong radiation. Even in daylight, it can be seen to have a faint fluorescence.

Clark stared at the emerald ring, his face turning green, as if he were being poisoned, and he unconsciously stepped back.

Even though he is no longer powerless and in pain, he still suffers from psychological trauma.

“David, once you successfully bring Avery back, you’ll destroy it, right?”

Put the box back where it was.

Faced with Clark's probing, David put on a kryptonite ring on his right index finger, smiled, and said nothing.

"It will be destroyed...right?" With an extremely ominous premonition, Clark swallowed hard, his voice devoid of any confidence.

……

Clark wanted to go with his brother, but Jonathan and Martha wouldn't allow it. He was no longer able to go, so it was best for him to stay home and not cause trouble for his brother.

After going downstairs, David was about to leave.

No need to bring any luggage, one kryptonite ring is enough.

"Child, are you sure you're confident you can bring Avery back without getting hurt?"

At the doorway, Jonathan and Martha, their faces still showing shock and surprise, looked on with concern as David prepared to leave.

How can parents not feel at ease knowing their son is going on a long trip to another city, which may involve danger?

"It won't be a problem."

David exhaled and laughed.

He felt much more relaxed after revealing his abilities.

"My ability to manipulate energy is best suited for defense; Clark's attacks cannot break through my defenses."

"Really?"

Jonathan and Martha looked at Clark.

"Yes."

Clark nodded reluctantly.

He hadn't actually tried it before, but he definitely didn't want his parents to worry at this time.

"David, be very careful."

Clark, his face filled with worry, stepped forward and gave David a tight hug.

He clenched his fists secretly. Logically, since the matter originated from him, David shouldn't have been the one to do it. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"son……"

David hugged his parents, turned and left, waving goodbye.

"Gotham isn't far, I'll be back in a few days."

Jonathan held his wife Martha in his arms, watching his son's departing figure with worry in his eyes.

"May God bless our David and bring him back safely."

David could tell what his parents looked like without even looking back, and he felt somewhat helpless.

Before he concealed his abilities, his parents worried about his safety; after he revealed his abilities, they still couldn't let go of their worries.

He left a trail of afterimages as he sped away.

……

Gotham is not far from the metropolis, separated only by a river.

The two cities, separated by the sea, have close cultural and economic exchanges.

Like Metropolis, Gotham is a bustling and advanced modern metropolis with towering skyscrapers everywhere. It even has a high-speed rail system that Metropolis lacks, which runs through the city like the blood vessels of the human body, providing excellent transportation and supplying sustenance to Wayne Tower, the heart of Gotham.

Unlike Metropolis, Gotham appears glamorous on the surface but harbors a dark underbelly, with its persistently high crime rate being an indelible label for the city.

……

Tick!

Lead-gray clouds hung over the sky, and cold raindrops fell weepingly. Birds with wet feathers were unable to fly and perched on the heads of gargoyle statues protruding from the walls of tall buildings, preening their feathers.

The bird's head trembled as it peered downwards, and reflected in its pupils, a black umbrella slowly crossed the street.

Bang, bang, bang!

"Gotham seems to be shrouded in lingering dark clouds and endless rain."

Watching the long, noisy trams speed past the concrete piers high on the tracks, David, wearing a gray trench coat, raised a corner of his umbrella, glanced at the gloomy sky, and sighed softly.

That's his impression of Gotham.

He hadn't encountered a clear sky on his previous visits to Gotham.

"How could such a dark and damp place not breed mold and dirt?"

In a dark alley not far away, a man with a pale face sniffled and shivered pulled out a roll of money. He looked around suspiciously like a thief, urging others to hurry up and complete the transaction. There were several other people queuing behind him.

Clinging to the wall of the alley, an elderly homeless man with a hunched beard and a withered body lay numbly on the cold ground, his eyes reflecting the gloomy gray sky.

Several young homeless men, dressed in tattered clothes, huddled around a lit trash can, warming their hands with tattered gloves, shivering in fear.

When they saw someone looking over, they glared at him fiercely, like a few filthy, matted stray dogs guarding their territory.

This is Gotham's busiest downtown area.

David shook his head, climbed the steps, folded his umbrella, and walked into the Gotham National Bank, whose exterior resembled an ancient castle with its long history.

"Without the super eyesight and super hearing of the Son of Krypton, finding one person in a city of tens of millions of people is not an easy task."

First, he needs some money.

From the outside, it looks like it's built of ancient bricks and has a long history, but inside the bank it's spacious and clean, with thick marble pillars, soft brown sofas, and bright shop windows.

The decor is classically elegant, yet it doesn't lack a modern, humanistic touch.

"Old things can also be given a new look."

The well-dressed lobby manager was chatting animatedly with some customers who were enjoying complimentary coffee.

"Remember that old coffee machine that never filtered out the coffee grounds, leaving customers with bits of coffee stuck in their teeth? We had so many customers complaining about it."

"Look at Gotham National Bank now. It has a clean environment, modern equipment, and a high-tech security system. We guarantee to provide you with better service and protect your wealth more securely."

Walking across the gleaming marble floor, ignoring the lobby manager who was speaking with his arms outstretched and a proud expression, David slowly walked to the counter to prepare to conduct his business.

"I believe—who wouldn't like Gotham National Bank right now?"

"Don't speak too definitively, sir!"

A sudden, loud voice interrupted the conversation, and a group of robbers dressed in suits, carrying submachine guns, with black bags slung over their shoulders and wearing red hoods burst in. The leader jokingly pointed his gun at the manager.

"I prefer banks from sixty years ago. Back then, bank vault doors weren't nearly as thick as they are now; you couldn't even blast them open with a tank!"

Ahhh... Boom!