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

"With the Dionysian factor, this kind of thing won't happen a second time."

David gritted his teeth; he was willing to brave hell and confront the devil to save his parents' lives.

But if it's possible, why not nip that possibility in the bud beforehand?

The pool, several meters wide, was completely evaporated in the blink of an eye, leaving behind molten earth and rocks that turned into boiling magma. The stone chamber was filled with an unpleasant, sulfurous smell.

But David didn't stop; instead, he increased the energy output.

The air in the stone chamber was thin, and Lei Xiaogu could hardly breathe, so he had to turn around and run away.

At the bottom of the pool, a magma pool more than ten meters wide had formed. The point where his gaze fell had been heated to a temperature exceeding that of the sun's surface, reaching tens of thousands of degrees, and was still rising.

A terrifying heat emanated from the stone house, filling it completely. Only Clark could withstand the temperature; if Lei Xiaogu hadn't left, he would have been burned to ashes by now.

No metal was seen yet.

David frowned.

"Could it be that the Dionysian factor here is too scarce to take shape, or has it sunk to the bottom of the magma?"

Just as he began to have doubts and was about to give up.

Above the magma, drops of emerald-green, reflective 'liquid' seemed to come alive as they coalesced into a pool of thumb-sized liquid metal, floating on the magma, clearly separated like oil and water, not mixing at all.

David's expression brightened, and he sprinted onto the lava. At his incredible speed, the lava beneath his feet felt like solid ground. He picked up the pool of deep green liquid metal and returned to his original spot.

laugh!

Sensing that the Dionysus factor in his hand seemed to be trying to penetrate his body, David instantly used an energy ray to cut out a stone test tube, put it inside, and shook it; no leakage occurred.

"Is this what you wanted, David?"

Clark walked over, looking puzzled, and examined the contents of the test tube.

"what's it for?"

"It would be safer to use this to save my father."

A strange glint flashed in David's eyes as he gripped the test tube tightly.

"Now, we should go back."

I updated nearly 6,000 words today, but I posted it in two chapters.

Purple Sweet Potato saw in the comments section that Purple Sweet Potato was too embarrassed to label her work as 3 words. Actually, Purple Sweet Potato didn't label herself to show that she had written a lot. Rather, some readers who haven't been using Qidian for long don't know that Qidian's chapter prices are based on word count. They might mistakenly think that Purple Sweet Potato had privately raised the chapter prices and then stop reading. Purple Sweet Potato doesn't have that kind of authority, and neither does any author on Qidian.

Regarding the update issue, I'm a bit clumsy with words. I try my best to write, but I can only manage about 6,000 words a day, with occasional bursts of 8,000 words. I wish I could be like Eagle, writing tens of thousands of words a day, which would be a tenfold increase in earnings. I'm not stupid; if I could do that, why wouldn't I? The problem is that my typing speed is limited.

Finally, thank you all for your support. I will do my best to update.

Chapter 67. Didn't you notice?

They captured Ray Xiaogu, who was trying to escape by helicopter, and dumped him at Wayne Manor in Gotham. As for what to do with his father-in-law, that was Bruce's business.

David and Clark hurried back to the town hospital.

Although he has the Dionysian gene, he doesn't need to worry even if his father Jonathan dies, but how can he face his mother's unbearable grief!

"Mom, we are back."

In the small town hospital, the ward door opened, and the clock on the wall pointed to noon. David and Clark, who had rushed back all the way, entered the room.

Clark glanced outside warily, then locked the ward door and drew the curtains.

What happened next was a bizarre scene that might not be suitable for ordinary people to witness.

"Is this the spring water that can cure your father's poison?"

Martha, her eyes red-rimmed, got up from beside the hospital bed and looked hopefully at the stone test tube in David's hand.

"Pretty much, Mom."

David looked at his father, Jonathan, who was lying unconscious on the hospital bed.

"Dad will wake up soon, as strong and healthy as ever, as if nothing ever happened."

David glanced at Kayla, but didn't chase her away. He took the test tube, walked over to Jonathan, touched his father's forehead which was still burning with fever, and poured the test tube over his head.

Dark green liquid metal dripped onto Jonathan's forehead, who was unconscious.

David stopped half of it, leaving some for his mother, intending to see how it went first, and if it didn't work, he could pour the rest in time.

The shimmering metallic emerald green seeped into Jonathan's skin and flesh like spring water seeping into the soil.

Kayla's mouth gaped slightly at the incredible sight before her.

This might truly be a holy water that can keep people young forever and bring them back to life.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... a dozen or so quiet seconds passed.

The people in the room held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Well!

Jonathan gasped violently, as if emerging from a suffocating river or waking from a nightmare. He opened his eyes and sat up abruptly, slightly startled.

The heart rate monitor in the room beeped, and a smell of disinfectant wafted into my nostrils.

His wife and two sons stood around expectantly, along with a young girl he didn't recognize.

"Hiss... Where am I?"

He rubbed his drowsy head, as if he had just had a very long nap.

"Jonathan, does something feel off?"

His wife, Martha, wept with joy and asked him with concern.

"wrong?"

Meeting the concerned looks of his two sons, he moved his arm, looking puzzled.

"Something does seem off."

Could it be that the lingering effects of the poison haven't been completely eliminated, or that the amount of Dionysus factor is

David prepared to take out the remaining Dionysian factor.

"I've never felt this young and energetic since I turned thirty. I think I could apply for a cowboy job at Old Bourne's ranch right now."

Jonathan felt as if he had inexhaustible energy, and said to his family.

“You scared me to death, Jonathan.”

Martha, the mother, was startled and took a deep breath, patting her husband with a hint of reproach.

"Great."

Clark was overjoyed and excited when his father woke up, and patted his younger brother's shoulder hard.

"Mom, you should take Dad for a check-up later."

David secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on his face, but he was still uneasy.

As for the reason why the patient's condition suddenly improved, it was said that the indigenous tribe had a recipe for the antidote.

As for the Dionysian factor, it cannot be detected by normal scientific methods.

"Yes, David is right."

Mother Martha agreed with this.

Jonathan remembered what happened before he fainted, and looking at his family, he looked thoughtful.

Something extraordinary seemed to have happened during his coma, and he was slightly puzzled by Kayla in the ward.

"By the way, who is this child?"

He looked at his two sons and asked.

The three appeared to be around the same age, and perhaps they knew each other.

……

After a thorough physical examination, it was found that Jonathan's father was in excellent health, comparable to a robust man in his thirties.

A doctor, surprised to hear of an antidote herb, wanted to obtain a copy to study it.

But David managed to get away with it by using the excuse that tribal rules forbade the information from being leaked.

After Jonathan and Martha cleaned up, they were discharged from the hospital that day and went home to prepare for dinner that evening. Kayla had been busy with all the arrangements, and to express their gratitude, the couple invited her to their home for dinner.

Given the opportunity to get closer to Nama's parents, Kayla readily agreed and left.

David and Clark were in front of another ward in the town hospital, looking through the glass at a middle-aged man whose heart rate had suddenly dropped and who was being resuscitated by doctors. The defibrillator could not save his heart, which was gradually ceasing to function.

“David…”

With a life about to be lost before his eyes, Clark hesitated before speaking.

"Don't even think about it!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, David wanted to know what he wanted to say, so he refused outright.