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

"The remaining minerals from the spring water are for Mom."

"I……"

While investigating why the Devil Flower, which had been extinct for hundreds of years, had reappeared, Kayla also investigated the identity of the man who was in the car accident, and the reasons behind it were not hard to guess.

"He was expelled from the mainstream scientific community for publishing papers that were so audacious as to be considered insane."

He wants to regain his honor through research and hard work.

This is an inspiring story.

David looked at the person in the hospital bed with a cold gaze.

"But you shouldn't involve my family."

This guy was not only a complete stranger to them, not even worthy of a Dionysian gene, but he was also the real culprit who almost caused their family to suffer a calamity.

"I won't lay a hand on him, but I won't save him either."

Clark felt helpless upon hearing David's words.

There's no need to lift a finger; the person is clearly going to die.

"It's a pity that a brilliant genius died here."

A voice came, and Lex Luthor, dressed in an expensive suit, slowly walked up from behind the two of them. He stopped, looked at the person in the ward who had not been saved, and shook his head.

"Lex, what are you doing here?"

Clark was surprised.

"I never knew that there was a genius hiding in this small town."

Luther said.

I wanted to visit today, but I missed it.

Looking at the person behind the glass bed who was pronounced dead by the doctor, a look of regret flashed across my eyes.

After having his men investigate the various strange tales in the town, he unexpectedly discovered that a once-famous figure in the scientific community actually lived in the town.

This paper, which discusses the role of meteorites in gene evolution and mutation, coincides with his hypothesis—that meteorites are the origin of all the strange occurrences in the town.

"At 3:46, the patient died despite all efforts to save him."

After declaring the patient dead, the doctor left the ward.

"Being one step ahead is genius, being ten steps ahead is madness, Dr. Hamilton."

A nurse covered the body, which had been declared physiologically dead, with a white sheet. Luther bowed his head, as if mourning the people in the ward.

"You highly approve of Dr. Hamilton's research?"

"Luther's purpose in coming may not be as simple as a visit," David said, turning his gaze.

In fact, Hamilton was quite well-known in the town. Although many people had never seen him or knew his name, many had heard of an eccentric scientist who lived in seclusion in a campervan in the woods, studying meteorites.

Luther countered with a question.

"You grew up in this town, didn't you notice that strange things started happening in the town after the meteor shower?"

Chapter 68 Wishing Stone

"Which small town with even a little history doesn't have a few strange tales?"

Clark scratched the back of his head and laughed.

"The unusual phenomenon of meteorite showers may have provided an opportunity for the rise and spread of ghost stories."

"maybe."

Luther didn't refute this statement, but simply smiled.

I had intended to invest in this tragic genius to conduct extensive research on meteorites, but I was too late.

But it doesn't matter, he recently made an unexpected discovery of an incredible mysterious object that might bring him a different kind of surprise.

Is the "magic lamp" in fairy tales, which can grant all wishes, real or fake?

With a flash of insight, Luther paused briefly, lost in thought, before saying goodbye to the two of them, a smile playing on his lips, and turning to leave.

"Your acting skills have improved in just a few days."

After watching Luther leave, David spoke slowly.

Clark's expression just now showed almost no flaws.

"Of course, it would be better if you didn't add those extra gestures."

Having seen what he wanted to see, David left a piece of advice and turned to go home.

Hearing his brother's praise, Clark felt no joy. As the body was wheeled out of the ward by the nurses, preparing to be placed in the morgue underground, he sighed, his mood slightly heavy.

"Meteorite..."

Another person harmed by a meteorite.

If he hadn't brought the meteorite, Mr. Hamilton might still be a highly praised scientist, instead of the mad scientist in the eyes of the townspeople.

Sizzle... Click click click!

Suddenly, a series of piercing sounds bombarded Clark's ears.

The sounds of medical machines operating, the screeching of hospital bed wheels against the floor, the cries of patients in pain, the wailing of babies…

All sorts of sounds drilled into his ears, his eardrums pounding like drums, the loud noise making it impossible for him to think.

"Ah... my ears."

Clark clutched his head, staggered backward in pain, and plopped down on a hospital bench.

"Another...another ability?"

Try your best to control it, Clark, there's nothing to be afraid of.

It was just another super-sensory ability. Having experienced super vision before, Clark focused his mind and kept convincing himself that he could control it, just as David had inspired him before.

With careful control, the deafening sound that seemed like a raging storm gradually became less jarring.

……

Luther Manor.

Nighttime, in a quiet, deserted office.

Under the lamplight, Lex Luthor's gaze was deep and thoughtful as he intently caressed an object in his hand.

"An unexpected delight I discovered during my last visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art."

A cluster of yellow crystals grows on a gray rock base, which is bound by an ancient brass ring engraved with intricate Latin script, suggesting it is an ancient artifact.

However, the materials used are nothing special, and the age cannot be determined at all. It was just an extra item that the Metropolitan Museum of Art acquired when it was part of a batch of Egyptian artifacts. Egyptian artifact experts have commented that it is a modern handicraft that is not even worth a hundred dollars.

It was not worth exhibiting, so when Luther finished browsing the artifacts in the Egyptian exhibition area, he saw someone casually putting it and a pile of other things into the warehouse.

Was it a fateful encounter?

During the security guards' handling, the crystal slipped from the top of the stacked boxes and fell to the ground from a height of more than two meters, but it was intact.

He had some jewelry appraisal skills, and Luther was slightly surprised that a crystal hadn't broken after being dropped. He stepped forward and gentlemanly helped pick it up, but didn't pay much attention to it, intending to put it back in the security guard's hands.

"Hold this object and make a great wish."

Behind his desk, Luther quietly read the Latin inscription on the stone ring.

It was after seeing these eight characters that he thought of the many mysteries of the town.

"Like a magic lamp in a fairy tale that lets you make a wish, it's an interesting item."

Luther, who had never believed in such things before, bought it on a whim.

After bringing it back to the manor, I'll display it on the bookshelf as an interesting craft item.

Yesterday, I accidentally knocked the crystal stone off the shelf while taking a book from it, and it fell to the ground again, but it was still completely undamaged.

He became interested and then discovered that the thing was much harder than he had imagined.

"Although it is crystal, it cannot be broken even by an iron hammer, and it cannot be cracked even by being heated to thousands of degrees."

Luther stroked the cold, hard crystal in his hand, a hint of fervor appearing in his eyes.

After that, he tried various methods to break it, but he failed. It didn't even leave a trace; its hardness was beyond imagination.

"It's a creation that seems almost superhuman."

On the computer next to him was a recently sent document, which had been sent after a high price was paid for an investigation, along with photos of ancient stone carvings.

"Four thousand years ago, you appeared in the Indus Valley; in 146 BC, you suddenly appeared in Carthage; and in 4 AD, in the Kushite Empire..."

"Romulus II, the last emperor of the Western Roman Empire, held you tightly with resentment before his death, after being assassinated..."

Luther spoke in a somber tone.

"Magic mirror, magic mirror, tell me, what secrets do you hold?"