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

"Of course I'm very happy."

Clark chuckled, "Mom, where are the car keys?"

"David, want to go for a drive with me?" he asked his younger brother, his frustration from the past few days easing somewhat.

He couldn't wait to drive this car, his first car in his life. Given his family's financial situation, he thought he would have to wait until he started working to get one.

“Clark…” Martha hesitated, “The key is with your father.”

Rumble.

Next to the hay shredder, Jonathan was busy processing hay from the farm.

"dad……"

Clark excitedly pulled David aside, wanting to ask for the key.

Before the young superman could even speak, Jonathan stopped the lawnmower, his expression turning slightly grim. He said seriously, "I know you really want it, but you can't take it."

He was still recalling the look in Lex Luthor's eyes yesterday as he observed the wrecked car pulled from the river, then turned to the unharmed Clark—a look of astonishment and bewilderment, as if witnessing a miracle that defied common sense and shouldn't exist, with a hint of desire to investigate and uncover the truth.

It's like an ambitious business owner discovering a unique new project.

He had a bad feeling, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

"Why? I saved him." Clark asked, puzzled.

"This does not mean you can accept expensive thanks from others without feeling guilty."

"The new car is for you, Dad. I can drive the old one."

“It has nothing to do with that,” Jonathan said quickly, noticing the displeasure on his son’s face.

“A pickup truck is nothing to the Lex family.”

David agreed with Clark's statement.

The Luther Corporation is one of the world's most well-known business groups. Even in Smallville, a remote town near the metropolis, the Luther family's fertilizer plant is a pillar industry, and more than 2,000 people in the town work for the Luther family.

Clark saved Lex Luthor; a pickup truck was hardly expensive for the life of an heir to a massively wealthy corporation.

“Listen to your son, it’s normal that we can’t have everything we want in life.”

Jonathan wanted to explain patiently.

"Normal? I've had enough of normal!"

Clark's pent-up frustration from the past few days finally exploded, interrupting his father.

He was clearly capable of many things; he was clearly capable of more than just watching; he was clearly capable of doing his best in anything he set his mind to.

But to maintain a normal life, he had to hide himself and could only be an insignificant lackey. He stood by the playground, feeling bitter, watching the person he secretly loved being in someone else's arms, passionately kissing that person.

Is this normal?

Dodging his father's hand that tried to put his arm around his shoulder, he angrily walked to the grass shredder, turned it on, and amidst the deafening buzzing sound, stuck his arm into the constantly working blades.

Kaka!

"Father, tell me!"

Like encountering an indestructible high-density alloy, the blade chipped, the gears broke, the lawnmower emitted a puff of black smoke, and stopped working.

"Clark!"

Even knowing that his son was made of steel, Jonathan still screamed and rushed over to struggle to pull his son's arm out from inside.

Only his clothes were torn to shreds; there wasn't even a red mark on Clark's arm.

“I know you’re great, Clark, but have you ever thought that repairing a lawnmower costs money?”

Looking at Clark, who was in the throes of adolescence, David casually put his hands in his pockets and said indifferently.

He vented his anger, but the only result was that the lawnmower got damaged.

"Father, did you see that?"

"I was born abnormal." Hearing his brother's words, Clark became even more furious, his voice agitated, unable to accept his condition.

Hearing the commotion, the mother, Martha, rushed over. Seeing the scene, she guessed what had happened and exchanged a worried glance with her husband, Jonathan.

"Perhaps, it's time, son."

Jonathan sighed and wearily took off his work gloves.

"This day will come eventually."

"What?" Clark suddenly had a bad feeling.

“Come with me.” He turned and walked heavily, making Clark follow.

Then he glanced at his youngest son and hesitated for a moment. "David, you too. As a member of this family, you also have the right to know the truth."

Although David was his and Martha's biological son, Clark was just an alien baby they found, and of a different race from the couple.

But kind-hearted Jonathan and Martha never treated each other differently; in his heart, they were both his sons.

“I know some things can’t be kept from you forever, especially after discovering that you, Clark, are extraordinary and possess unimaginable power.”

……

In the dilapidated car repair shop.

A blond, strong worker stood next to the car, listening to upbeat death rock music, and reached into the car to turn the key.

The dashboard lights up, the engine starts successfully, and the worker chewing gum smiles smugly as he closes the hood of the car in front.

Just as they were about to take a break, the workers suddenly noticed a thin, ghostly figure standing in the shadows by the shop entrance.

"Damn it, you scared me to death!"

The worker muttered a curse under his breath, then suddenly realized that the person in the shadows looked somewhat familiar.

"Do I know you?"

He squinted and recognized the person who had come, then walked over.

"You look like that scarecrow, what's his name again, I think it's... Jerome?"

Jerome, with his black hair and slender build, had sunken cheeks like a skeleton, staring at him coldly without saying a word.

"I heard you injured your head in that meteor shower and fell into a coma..."

As he spoke, the worker, a former Smallville High School football player, contemptuously wiped his oil-stained hands on the other person's clothes.

"Finally willing to leave the hospital bed?"

Look at your small frame…

Before he could finish speaking, a powerful electric current shot out from the spot where he touched Jerome's shoulder.

A burnt smell wafted through the air.

The worker was suddenly thrown three or four meters away, crashing into a tool rack and falling heavily to the ground.

"monster!"

He raised his hand, which was charred and throbbing with pain from the electric shock, and backed away with a drastic change in expression.

"Listen, that was over a decade ago!"

The worker immediately realized why the other person was there and wanted to dissuade him from his revenge, so he cried out in pain.

"That's just a game!"

"game?"

Chapter 7 I will bring Clark back

"game?"

Jerome raised his hand as if he had heard a joke.

There was a horrific scar on his palm from a steel nail piercing through it.

"After Jesus was crucified, he took on all the sins of the world and ascended to heaven."

Stab it!

As he spoke, his palm emitted a violent and dazzling electric current, causing the workers to stare wide-eyed and horrified.

"Seventeen years later, I have returned to the world of the living. God gave me these abilities to cleanse your sins!"

"Since you like games so much."

Now, let's play another game!

Jerome walked up step by step, as if death were approaching.

"Ahhh!"

Electric light illuminated the window, accompanied by chilling screams.

A dozen minutes later, a thin figure pulled up a hood and coldly walked away.

In the auto repair shop, a corpse, charred from torture, lay quietly on the ground, no longer flamboyant or contemptuous, curled up in a ball, as if back to the state of an infant.