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

"Why don't you wish for endless wealth, or to become the president of the United States or even the Earth?"

This wish might be a good one for an ordinary person, but in her opinion, it wasn't a particularly remarkable wish for Lex Luthor, the billionaire heir.

"As long as you have money and power, even the most brilliant scientist will work for you."

No, darling.

Luther chuckled slowly.

No matter how good others are, they are not mine.

Humanity's current state—from ancient apes descending from the trees to becoming the dominant species on this planet, free from worries about wind and sun, or prey shortages, able to communicate with people on the other side of the world with a tap of a finger, and able to cross oceans in under an hour to explore the moon and the deep sea—is all thanks to the gifts of technology.

"If you want it, then you can have it."

Aikins didn't care about that: "But aren't you afraid of the price of your wish?"

"As long as you're by my side, darling."

Upon receiving the wishing stone, Luther bowed respectfully with a hand on his chest, saying, "I am not afraid of losing anything."

Aikins was delighted by his flattery. Although she could make anyone fall in love with her temporarily with just a kiss, a person who doesn't understand romance won't become sweet-talking just because they fall in love with someone else.

She smiled and rewarded him with a kiss, then handed him the wishing stone.

"And...we can have other people make wishes for me."

Upon receiving the wishing stone, a sly glint flashed across Luther's face, and he changed the subject.

Why should he bear the cost when there are so many people available?

"..."

……

At dusk, in a junkyard on the outskirts of a small town, wrecked cars were piled up like garbage.

Following the information he had gathered at the bar, David slowly made his way here.

"Who are you? Get out of here!"

At the entrance of a two-story shack guarding a junkyard, a few people were drinking beer and playing cards, looking quite relaxed and carefree. When they saw unfamiliar faces arrive, they threw down their cards and stood up warily.

What brings you here?

The leader was of medium build with thick limbs. His hair was wrapped in a bandana with a flame pattern, and he wore a black studded leather jacket, exuding a rock and roll vibe. His tone was unfriendly.

"Didn't you see the sign outside that says 'Private area, no outsiders allowed'?"

"You're the ones who robbed the bank with Whitney?"

David casually tossed a photo of Whitney over his shoulder and then looked the group over.

"what are you saying?"

One of them suddenly changed his expression, trying to play dumb: "What bank robbery?"

But the middle-aged man leading the group frowned, pushed him aside, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

"Who told you this? Was it Whitney?!"

The men behind him secretly grabbed their weapons—bench, baseball bat—while he secretly reached for the pistol at his waist.

Seemingly oblivious to the group's movements, David glanced at the green tattoo on the arm of one of the men wearing a denim vest and coldly surveyed him.

Who came up with the idea of ​​mixing meteorite solution with tattoo ink?

Knowing this isn't enough; you also need to know which brand of tattoo ink it is and whether it contains any other ingredients.

That's why he came here.

Seeing his cold gaze sweep over them, one of the long-haired men covered in tattoos shrank back a step. For some reason, he felt an indescribable aura emanating from this young man. Just standing there doing nothing, he was as unshakable as a mountain, making him want to submit.

You know too much!

"Go, grab him!"

Upon hearing the words "meteorite solution" and "ink," the leader waved his hand, his expression resembling that of a ferocious wolf.

"I need to ask him how he found out about this."

Apart from the long-haired, tattooed man, several others, armed with various weapons, pounced on him like wolves.

David had no intention of letting anyone leave today, and he immediately used energy beams in his eyes.

Chi!

The scorching rays suddenly swept across.

Originally, I only wanted to burn the air around this group of people until it was thin.

pat!

But to their surprise, two people looked as if they had been sliced ​​by a guillotine, or as if a hot knife had been used to cut butter. They looked down at their bodies with red lines appearing on their waists, and then looked up at David in disbelief.

His upper body slid off at the waist and fell to the ground, blood flowing out rapidly.

The unexpectedly bloody scene made David frown.

Surprisingly, there were two incompetent ones among them.

"Is it because they weren't trusted that they weren't given a tattoo?"

Bang!

Seeing the horrific scene, the robber leader fired his gun in shock, but a brass bullet fell at David's feet without even tearing his clothes.

Bang bang bang, several more shots were fired, but all to no avail.

"You...what kind of monster are you?"

The remaining two people were unharmed. They instinctively touched themselves, and when they saw this horrifying and bizarre scene, they were shocked and their legs went weak, making it difficult for them to walk.

"Go ahead, what are you afraid of?"

He can't hurt you.

The leader urged his companions on urgently, but his face betrayed his panic and fear.

It can't even be damaged by bullets, is this robot made of steel?

"Spare me, please, spare me!"

A large pool of blood flowed on the ground, the glaring crimson stain reaching their feet. The two men's legs went weak, and they were so terrified that they immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Boss, you know our capabilities have a time limit."

This guy is a monster!

One of them begged for mercy while turning his head away, crying and wailing in fear.

"Damn it!"

The bandit leader activated his power and ran toward David with a fierce expression.

"Whether you're human or robot, once you're here today, you won't leave alive!"

He raised his hands, intending to reach into David's head and kill him.

Whether it's a human or a robot, once the brain and control chip are damaged, it will inevitably become unable to move.

He had a very beautiful vision.

But David wasn't about to give him that chance; thick energy beams shot from his eyes, sweeping across the area.

Chi Chi!

The wall of the small house next to the shivering, long-haired man was cut open; the reinforced concrete was as thin as paper, almost slicing him in two.

The high temperature caused oxygen to evaporate and burn. The bandit leader, who was panting heavily, could not run more than a few steps before he could not breathe. He clutched his neck, his face turned red, and he knelt down on the ground.

The other two men who had begged for mercy also collapsed helplessly to the ground.

"Spare...spare my life."

David walked indifferently among their pained and contorted faces, like passing by a few insignificant lambs about to die. He came to the long-haired man who hadn't made a move and was standing at the back.

"You're the one who came up with the idea of ​​combining meteorite solution with tattoo ink."

"Yes, it is."

Laurent turned pale, trembling with fear, his teeth chattering.

"I'm just a tattoo artist in a small town, please...please don't kill me..."

After some questioning, David learned the whole story.

The tattoo artist in front of us, Laurent, accidentally discovered the fluorescent properties of meteorites and came up with a brilliant idea: to grind up the meteorites, add water and tattoo ink, and create glow-in-the-dark tattoos...

Without considering whether it was toxic, he tried it on himself and one or two of his cronies and discovered that it gave them the ability to become ethereal.

"And then, having gained these abilities, you boldly conceived the idea of ​​stealing from bank vaults?"

"Yes, it is."

"What did that guy mean when he said that abilities have a time limit?"

David glanced at the man who had just turned into a bluish-purple corpse.