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

"There are many amazing things in this world that are beyond human common sense, but they are not unreal."

David implied that he believed his mother, Clark, and Kayla in the house understood what he meant.

"Someone discovered its ability to cure all the dead and bring them back to life, and that's why it was named the Pool of Lazarus."

However, he didn't mention one thing: the spring water of LS Road Pool has side effects.

Excessive use can exacerbate a person's darker side.

"Therefore, we must find the spring water and bring it back before the toxins cause great harm to the body, or at the very least before my father dies."

A cold glint flashed in David's eyes.

Using spring water to revive the dead will definitely be affected, but using it to cleanse the body of toxins is fine.

"Kayla, thank you so much this time."

Looking at Kayla, who had rushed to the hospital to help investigate the cause of Jonathan's accident, David paused for a moment before speaking.

"Please stay here with my mother. Clark and I will be back before dark."

Although she still doesn't believe in any prophecies, Kayla genuinely wanted to help their family this time.

"Clark, come with me."

After saying that, he pulled Clark along, grabbed Avery from the rooftop, and left.

After leaving the hospital, they arrived at a power plant in the suburbs.

"Your speed will likely be crucial in rescuing Father this time."

Lazarus Pool is not in this country.

"Use my speed?"

The scenery blurred before his eyes, and Clark, who had been brought to the power plant, shook his head uncomfortably.

Forget about speed. I couldn't do anything before, it was my younger brother who found a way to save our father. I would be willing to give up my speed forever, let alone use his speed.

"What's up with him?"

Turning his head, he saw Avery lying on the ground, pale and unconscious, and couldn't help but wonder if his brother had beaten him into a vegetable again.

"He fainted after wearing the meteorite ring for too long."

David had Clark hold Avery's hand, and then he simply tore off a cable and shoved it into Clark's hand.

Crack!

Clark was crouching down to check on Avery's condition when he instinctively reached out to take what his brother was handing him. Only when he turned his head did he realize that it was a piece of high-voltage cable sparking with electricity.

"David?"

His eyes widened in shock; he had now lost his powers.

Before they could even throw away the cable, high-voltage current passed through their bodies, and the kryptonite ring Avery was wearing glowed bright green, the high-voltage current visibly turning green.

"Ah ah ah..."

His muscles twitched, an electric current surged through his body, and then he screamed in agony.

Clark opened his eyes, feeling everything return to normal, his body full of strength again. He threw away the cable in his hand, looked at his strong palm, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

In the past, Clark would have been happy to regain his powers, but not this happy. It's just that now his brother says he needs his powers to save their father's life.

"Weren't you being too hasty just now?"

Although he had regained his powers, Clark couldn't help but comment on his brother's actions.

Believe in yourself; you have great potential.

David took off the kryptonite ring and put it away. He wasn't too surprised that the result had been achieved so easily, and patted him on the shoulder.

Superman is practically the son of DC; as long as it's not outrageous, you can do whatever you want with him. At most, you might just throw his body into the sun for a while.

Clark hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

The younger brother believed that he had originally intended to do something good, but for some reason, he felt inexplicably panicked.

I think it's better for my younger brother not to trust him too much.

"Ah! My heart, my heart hurts so much..."

Suddenly, Avery woke up, not understanding why the Kent brothers were standing in front of him. The excruciating pain in his heart felt like it was being burned and about to explode, making it impossible for him to think.

"Avery, what's wrong?"

Clark asked quickly.

But Avery couldn't answer. His blood rushed like an out-of-control tide, veins bulged on his forehead, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground lifeless.

"David?"

"Don't judge me for everything, I didn't do anything."

David frowned upon seeing Avery's sudden death.

Perhaps this is the price to pay for acquiring the power of a god among mortals?

"Perhaps a tiny bit of energy remains in his body."

Without your constitution, he can't withstand that energy.

Clark's ability allows Avery's cells to absorb the sun's energy, but without his powerful physique, this energy becomes a death sentence.

"Let's ignore him for now."

"We're going to Gotham now."

“Gotham?” Clark quickly turned his head away, no longer dwelling on the question, when the topic turned to something more important—his comatose father.

My brother just went to Gotham.

"There's someone there who should be able to tell us the exact location of Lazarus' Pool."

David looked toward Gotham.

Chapter 63. A Visit to Wayne Manor

Withered branches resembling gray hand bones climbed all over the courtyard wall, and chilling screams could be heard from inside the building from time to time. The wall plaster was mottled and peeling off due to wind and rain, presenting an eerie appearance, like a painting by a devil. The entire building exuded a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere from the inside out.

This is one of Gotham's oldest buildings—Arkham Asylum.

It resembles both a mental hospital and a prison, housing many mentally ill patients with criminal tendencies.

Gotham seems to be a cursed place, with as many mentally unstable criminals as pickpockets elsewhere who would be happy all day if they stole a hundred dollars.

Inside the mental hospital.

Batman lurked in the shadows, crouching near the railing close to the roof, his cold gaze looking down.

He came to the dock to investigate a large quantity of chemical raw materials.

He had initially thought someone was secretly producing enough heroin to send thousands to the gallows, but now it seemed things weren't quite as he suspected.

The warehouse below was clearly a pharmaceutical factory.

Workers in pharmaceutical uniforms mixed buckets of white powder, which, under the direction of a person in a white coat, were poured into the city's water pipes that flow through Arkham.

The man was like a scarecrow in a field, thin and slightly hunched, wearing glasses and looking refined, but with a hint of madness hidden between his brows. His nameplate on his chest read Jonathan Klein, and his position was attending physician.

"He is the attending physician of this mental hospital."

Bruce frowned.

But it's clear that this doctor wasn't satisfied with his usual job, dealing with mentally ill patients all day, and started doing other work.

My gaze swept over the thick layer of marks left by spilled medicine when it was poured out of the pipe.

"I've been working here for at least a few days now."

"Is someone poisoning everyone in Gotham?"

No, it's not an ordinary toxin. He also drinks the water in Gotham, but he doesn't feel anything wrong with it.

Bruce took a step forward, about to leap down and use his fists to stop these people's ulterior motives, and then use a hook to hoist the thin doctor into the air for interrogation, when a message suddenly came from inside the hood.

"Alfred?"

"Young master, someone has come to visit."

Your bat mask seems to have given you away; you'd better come back and check.

Having received a quick and brief warning from Alfred, Batman hesitated for a moment, then used the sound of rushing water in the pipes to cover his tracks. He used his grappling hook to pick up some powder that had been spilled while moving medicine from the corner of the wall, quickly put it away, and turned to disappear into the shadows unnoticed.

After his parents passed away, he was raised by his old butler. In Bruce's heart, Alfred was the only family he had left. He rode the Batmobile and quickly returned home.

……

A few minutes ago, on the streets of Gotham.

Passersby were all talking about one thing: Falcone, one of Gotham's biggest mob bosses, had been stripped down to his underwear, spread out in a starfish shape, and tied to a Bat-shaped light, casting a bat signal into the overcast sky.

The terrifying projection of that bat can be seen everywhere in Gotham.