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

……

Kaka!

Jonathan opened the barn door.

The smell of old, rotten rice mixed with dampness wafted over.

A classic scene; David already knows what's going to happen.

Clark is about to learn about his origins.

He unusually composed himself, looking at the bewildered Clark beside him, a hint of worry rising in his heart, unsure if Clark could accept the truth.

Because of David's existence, especially since he had just been born, Jonathan and Martha had no suitable reason to adopt another child.

The couple secretly adopted Clark, claiming to the public that the two were twin brothers.

"What are you saying, Father?"

A nameless panic gripped Clark's heart, and he began to regret his earlier outburst at his parents.

His father and mother were doing it for his own good, wanting to protect him.

He knows everything. Why didn't he control himself just now, Clark?

“This is what your parents left you, Clark.”

Jonathan took something out of an inconspicuous, worn-out box, his expression heavy with sadness, and handed it to Clark in a somber voice.

It was a long, narrow stone seal, jet black in color, with an "s" embossed on its head.

"parents?"

Clark couldn't believe what he was hearing. His face turned pale as he stared at the long, black object, too afraid to reach out and touch it, as if it were a fragile bubble that he would break if he reached out, and some things would be irreparable.

“Father, this joke is not funny.”

Why, why isn't my father's heart beating faster even though he's lying?

"The key to the Lonely Fortress?"

David frowned and looked away from the key.

Watching Clark's reaction, I worried that he would be devastated by this sudden news.

For most people, suddenly learning in a single day that their loving parents are not their biological parents and have no blood relation is already hard enough to bear.

"What if I found out I was an alien..."

David suddenly remembered a remark made by a pale-skinned, seemingly insane man.

To drive someone crazy, all you need to do is give them a terrible day—The Joker.

"Probably not?" His eyelids twitched.

If a Joker-like Superman were to actually be developed, it would be a truly fatal joke.

Squeak.

Then they opened the cellar door, and Jonathan led his two sons down, lifting up something that was covered by a canvas.

After the dust settled, a small spaceship came into view. It had a streamlined shape, was the size of a cradle, and looked like it could only carry a baby.

"Do not."

Seeing the spaceship that shouldn't have been on the farm at all, Clark was struck dumb and stumbled back two steps.

"Father, don't do this to me."

His expression was stiff, with an almost pleading look, like a child about to be abandoned looking at Jonathan.

"Clark, actually you are the son that Martha and I adopted."

Seeing his son's reaction, Jonathan felt extremely distressed, but having already said all that, he couldn't stop now. Better to end it quickly than suffer for a long time, so he gritted his teeth and told the truth.

"You come from outer space. We found you in a meteor shower more than ten years ago."

Clark felt as if he were walking on clouds, his head was spinning, and he felt as if everything in front of him was about to leave him.

"And what about David?"

Suddenly he saw David, and as if grasping at a straw, he hurriedly asked.

Don't tell him...

“David… is my and Martha’s biological son.”

Seeing that David showed almost no surprise, Jonathan was puzzled, thinking that he still believed it was all fake. But he couldn't care less about David at this moment. After hesitating for a moment, he told the cruel and hurtful truth.

"no no!"

"This is all fake, I absolutely refuse to accept it."

With gritted teeth and a roar like a wounded beast, Clark, his eyes bloodshot, turned and fled almost insane.

He wanted to escape this lie, to escape this heartbreaking reality.

Swish!

At supersonic speeds, Clark fled the cellar as if his life depended on it and disappeared.

"son!"

Jonathan was anxious to catch up, but as a mortal father, how could he keep up with the son of the Kryptonian? He could only stop helplessly by the cellar door, looking at the empty barn, just like his heart.

"Clark will figure it out, Father."

Seeing his father's distraught appearance, David was deeply moved. He had never seen the stubborn and inflexible Jonathan show such an expression before.

He stepped forward to support his father and comforted him.

“I don’t believe he would abandon our family.”

"David, why aren't you surprised at all?"

Jonathan looked back wearily.

“We only have a few houses, and Clark is so unusual…”

In fact, David didn't know why Clark hadn't discovered the spaceship in the cellar for over ten years, especially when he was a child who loved to explore and climb up and down.

He had secretly sneaked in here to check it out when he was just a few years old.

"After all, it's a real spaceship."

“I understand.” Jonathan looked several years older, doubting whether his actions were correct. He was helped to sit down on the steps and unexpectedly patted his son’s shoulder.

“David, my son, you have done a good job.”

His voice was hoarse as he looked at his son with a gratified expression. The son had always been exceptionally sensible and had never shown any unusual reaction to his son's behavior.

"Where Clark comes from, whether he's an alien or not, doesn't matter. What matters is that he's our family, the brother you grew up with."

"Don't blame him for reacting so strongly; he just can't accept it right now..."

"I'll go find him and bring him back." Seeing his father speaking in such a dazed state, David frowned and got up to leave.

“If, I mean if…” Jonathan paused, then added, “If Clark doesn’t want to come back for the time being, don’t force him.”

He received two pieces of bad news in one day, and his past life as Kent's son was denied. He could imagine the impact this would have on his eldest son.

"I will."

David nodded to his father.

However, he didn't think that way in his heart, he thought to himself.

"If we can't convince Clark."

Given the current situation, the only option is to deliver a scathing punch to calm Clark down.

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Chapter 8: I was overthinking it.

(3k)

A bar with bright lights and vibrant colors.

After escaping his home, Clark, like a walking corpse, walked in. Unable to accept reality, he now wanted to get drunk and forget everything.

I've heard that when you're drunk, you can stop thinking about anything.

“You’re only eighteen years old, and state law prohibits us from selling you spirits.”

The bartender glanced at Clark's ID, then looked up and asked, "Want a beer?"

"Anything is fine as long as it's alcohol."

After having his ID card retrieved, a dejected Clark urged the bartender to bring it over quickly.

Men and women danced wildly on the dance floor, while others excitedly played drinking games in the booths.

All the noise and bustle had nothing to do with him; Clark only felt lost and lonely, like a lone wolf that had gotten separated from its pack.

An indescribable feeling of distress filled my heart.