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

Aikins, her fiery figure seated on the solid wood desk, lowered her beautiful face, and looked at Luther, who was sitting in the chair, with a playful smile in her eyes.

"Madam, I want to remind you that there is a difference between being sexy and being promiscuous."

The bodyguard's reaction made him frown. Turning to look at the woman in front of him, Luther's face flashed with disgust, and he sneered.

"Is it?"

Aijin chuckled lightly, completely unconcerned.

"You've misunderstood. I can make men die for me with a mere flick of my wrist. I don't need to sell my body."

She smiled seductively, like a succubus, and exhaled a fragrant breath.

The aroma is a bit too strong, like cheap cream, so sweet that it makes you want to stay away.

Overwhelmed by the fragrance, Luther shook his head and looked at the woman in front of him again. He felt that she was beautiful from head to toe, and that every part of her was a perfect masterpiece of God. His mouth went dry.

"I……"

His cold, hard heart wavered. He opened his mouth to apologize for his previous ungentlemanly tone, but instinctively sensed that something was amiss, and he frowned immediately.

"However... I'm willing to make an exception for you."

Atkins's smile faltered slightly, but she remained calm and leaned down to kiss Luther's lips.

Luther was uncomfortable and wanted to pull away, but he quickly began to enjoy the other's soft lips. With the exchange of sweet saliva, he opened his eyes again, filled with deep love, as if the woman in front of him was his everything.

"Miss, may I know your name?"

His heart burned with passion, and he became completely unlike Lex Luthor, elegantly and gentlemanly taking Atkins's hand and giving her a passionate kiss.

"I don't want to not even know the name of the woman I dream of spending my life with."

"of course."

Seeing that she had won over Luther with her abilities, and that she wouldn't have to worry for at least a while, Atkins smiled gently.

"However, before that, in order to prove your sincerity."

Could you show me your most prized possession?

"Close the door, all of you get out."

Luther ordered the bodyguards to leave, but several of them disobeyed. It was only after Atkins spoke up that they left.

He closed the door and carefully took the wishing stone from the small safe on his desk.

"what is this?"

"A statue made from a single yellow sapphire?"

Aikins exclaimed in amazement at the yellow sapphire, which was larger than the palm of her hand.

Why does the crystal seem a bit cloudy?

"No, it's just made of citrine, but it's my treasure, and it can grant your wish."

Luther drew the curtains, looking mysterious as he stroked the treasure in his hand, lowering his voice as if afraid of being overheard and having his treasure stolen.

"???"

After glancing at the dull yellow crystal at the base, Aikins looked at Luther and her expression froze.

"You...you're joking?"

I wanted to show off my sense of humor.

"No, it's true."

Luther looked extremely serious.

……

Summer has arrived, and the weather has become quite hot. Martha sat in front of the electric fan, calculating her bills, feeling rather listless from the heat.

"Honey, would you like an ice-cold soda?"

After a busy morning on the hot farm, Jonathan was still refreshed and full of energy. He took off his gloves and came back from outside, opened the refrigerator, and gave his wife a wink.

"I don't know."

Sweat dripped down her neck, which Martha wiped away, her face full of confusion.

“Our cattle outside are all lying on the ground from the sun, how come you are completely unharmed?”

"Perhaps it's also due to that factor?"

Jonathan smiled and handed his wife a bottle of ice water. Martha reluctantly took it and applied it to her forehead, planning to use the remaining half bottle of the strange liquid metal her son had left for her that afternoon.

She hesitated about immortality, unsure if she could bear the passing of her friends one by one, but the fact that she wasn't afraid of the summer heat and had boundless energy really appealed to her.

"Hi, we're back."

David opened the door and greeted his parents.

Martha glanced at her two sons, who were also full of energy. As usual, she asked them a question before preparing to make lunch.

"David, Clark, how was school today?"

"Everything is fine except for the fire during biology class."

David took a bottle of ice-cold soda from the refrigerator and took a sip of the refreshing soda.

"Fire? What happened?"

Upon hearing that there was a fire, the couple immediately stopped what they were doing and got an idea.

"You'd have to ask Clark."

At first, he didn't connect the tiny spark with Clark, but later he realized something was wrong, and when he asked Clark, he found out it was him who did it.

Clark is gradually awakening one of the Kryptonians' signature abilities—heat vision.

"What does this have to do with your brother?" The two were confused.

"I might have started that fire."

Clark scratched his head, finding it difficult to speak.

"At first my eyes felt hot, and then a small flame burst out from the spot I was staring at."

"Staring? Is there a reason?"

It sounded a bit dangerous, and the couple wanted to find out why Clark had activated his powers.

“The new teacher, Ms. Aikins, should be glad that Clark looked away and didn’t stare at her with wide eyes.”

David joked.

"Otherwise, the students might be traumatized in class, and the school would have to find a new biology teacher."

"A female biology teacher?"

"Ahem, yes...yes."

Clark covered his mouth and mumbled incoherently, glaring at his brother who had sold him out.

The couple choked, exchanged a glance, and didn't know what to say about this issue.

Don't stare at me.

David pretended to be scared and teased him.

"Don't forget you're different from others; your eyes can kill!"

The parents quickly stepped in front of David, waving their hands hastily: "Clark, control your emotions."

"Don't worry, Mom and Dad."

Ms. Aikins isn't here now.

David laughed, saying that his parents had forgotten his abilities again.

“It’s different now; I’ve found a little trick to control my abilities.”

Not long ago, he easily controlled his suddenly emerging super hearing, which Clark was very confident in, and he angrily emphasized.

However, due to various considerations, he has not yet told anyone in his family about this.

"Oh?"

"Okay, it was inspired by you."

Seeing his brother raise an eyebrow, Clark felt somewhat deflated, unable to deny or erase his brother's contribution.

"As long as I do not resist emerging abilities, or regard them as trouble or proof of the bizarre."

When I put my mind to it, I found it much easier than I had imagined.

"Sounds like a good thing?"

Jonathan and Martha felt that their eldest son seemed different, as if some of the shackles in his heart had been removed, which seemed like something to celebrate.

“Let’s cook a big meal for the whole family at noon,” Mother Martha suggested with a smile.

A sumptuous lunch is served on the table.

Sweet roasted pumpkin, catfish with pine nuts that combines meat and vegetables, and large chunks of beef stew with potatoes...