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

"Is it all a lie?"

Recalling the scenes of my past life with my parents and younger brother.

He never belonged to that family, or even to the planet where he grew up.

As a child, Clark wondered why other people couldn't lift trucks, would get injured falling from a few stories high, and why his parents and brother were different from him. Now he has the answer.

Because he has no blood relation to his father or brother.

"I'm just an alien monster that my parents picked up."

Beside the dimly lit bar, Clark stared blankly at the name Clark Kent on his ID card, his eyes red-rimmed.

His surname isn't Kent at all, and his first name shouldn't be in this form either; it should have a name that sounds strange and difficult to pronounce to earthlings.

Of the billions of people on Earth, none were of his kind, and no place was his home…

"why?"

In a fit of extreme agitation and instability, Clark clenched his fists in anger. Was this God playing a cruel joke on him?

Why isn't he from Earth? Why can't he be a blood relative of his parents and brother?

He wished that everything his father told him today was a lie, that he could still taste his mother's carefully made apple pie when he woke up tomorrow morning, that he could still bicker with his younger brother on the school bus to go to school, and that he could come back and help his father with some farm work, living a simple yet fulfilling life.

"Why did my life have to be suddenly disrupted?"

If he is suddenly told this terrible news, how can he go back to that home and enjoy his parents' love with a clear conscience?

Confused and angry, Clark suddenly felt an urge to punch and destroy to vent his anger.

at this time.

"Clark!"

A hand patted his shoulder.

"It's really you."

Clark turned his head and saw Whitney and several teammates holding beer in their hands, with unfriendly smiles on their faces, like hounds that had spotted a weak rabbit, subtly surrounding him.

"Clark, why are you drinking alone here all by yourself?"

Whitney held a beer in one hand and had her other arm around Clark's neck, seemingly very intimate, but her arm was secretly tightening.

Whitney, don't bother me now.

To his surprise, Clark, whose neck should have been pinched painfully, remained motionless, his body as if cast in steel, and he slapped Whitney's hand away.

Just as he was about to destroy something to vent his anger, someone came up to provoke him. However, thanks to the good upbringing he received from Jonathan and his wife for over ten years, the kind-hearted future Superman held back and did not fight back.

"I have good news for you, Clark."

Whitney was knocked off balance, his beer spilling onto the ground. Feeling humiliated in front of everyone, he was furious.

"I've decided that you'll be this year's scarecrow!"

He gestured to the football players to put down their beers, and then he was about to forcibly take Clark away.

"I told you, don't mess with me!"

The cacophony of rock music from the bar assaulted his ears. Clark abruptly stood up, grabbed Whitney by the collar, his eyes blazing with anger, barely able to contain himself as he tried to strike.

But suddenly, Whitney's collar was ripped open, revealing a familiar green crystal necklace.

He was enveloped by radiation from kryptonite.

"what……"

Clark's divine power rapidly drained away, and he looked distressed and in pain. The blood vessels in the hand that was near the kryptonite even bulged abnormally and turned green, as if he had been poisoned.

In the flickering light, Whitney didn't notice this, and punched the weakened man to the ground, then contemptuously straightened her clothes.

"So what if I messed with you, Clark?"

He crouched down, grabbed Clark by the back of his hand, and his low voice was filled with jealousy and ferocity.

"I noticed the way you looked at my girlfriend a long time ago, and I know what you're thinking."

"Who do you think she is?"

With the high school football tournament approaching, Lana gives her boyfriend the meteorite crystal necklace she has worn since childhood, hoping it will be a token of her affection and that he will be blessed with good luck in the tournament, win the championship, and be scouted.

As a result, Clark experienced the power of kryptonite once again.

"You really want her necklace?"

Noticing that Clark was staring at the necklace around his neck and seemed to be feeling jealous, Whitney sneered and hung the necklace around his neck, humiliating him severely.

"Then I'll give it to you. This is the closest you can get to Lana."

"Take him away."

He stood up and called to a few football players, who then carried the even more distressed Clark out the back door.

With so many people around, Whitney planned to take Clark to a secluded cornfield and teach him a lesson.

I'll teach you to stop your delusional fantasies!

Suddenly, a voice that seemed devoid of emotion came from behind.

"Where are you taking Clark, Whitney?"

"David?"

Whitney was somewhat surprised to see a figure with his hands in the pockets of his brown jacket slowly walking towards her, and then she gave a cold laugh.

"Since you've come to me of your own accord, I'll take you with me."

Let Clark see how his brother is being implicated because of his inappropriate thoughts.

David remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard what he was about to do.

"David, hurry up."

Supported in a disheveled state, Clark, too weak to even stand, saw his brother and, enduring the pain, quickly shouted, "You can't beat them."

Whitney and her group of five, all of whom were physically strong members of the school's football team, did not want to see their younger brother being bullied.

[Clark's eagerness +18, regret +13, ...]

“I originally thought you might not be able to handle what happened today, and that you might fall into a bad habit and cause trouble for the family.”

Ignoring Whitney and the others, David looked at him, raised an eyebrow, and spoke slowly.

"Looks like I was overthinking it, Clark."

Even when facing a few high school students wielding kryptonite, he still managed to get the short end of the stick.

"superior."

Whitney couldn't help but get annoyed by his attitude of ignoring her.

"Let him see what you're capable of."

Two tall, muscular rugby players, their faces fierce, pounced on him like wolves from the left and right, throwing punches.

The commotion at the bar finally attracted some attention. Many people looked over, clapping and cheering, eager to see what would happen.

"Okay, go ahead and attack!"

Fights are a common occurrence in bars.

David stood still, casually dodging the first punch thrown at him, and then unleashed a lightning-fast backhand strike.

Bang!

The rugby player's eyes bulged out, his face flushed red like a boiled lobster, and he knelt on the ground in pain, clutching his stomach and spitting out a mouthful of saliva.

Another man charged forward with a fist raised, but David swiftly and beautifully spun around and elbowed him back. As if hit on the head with a baseball bat, the man lost control and fell headfirst to the ground, unconscious.

"Oh!"

In less than two seconds, he took down two opponents in the blink of an eye. Some people in the bar were surprised and applauded.

"Pretty!"

Is this young man so skilled that he's a professional fighter?

[Shock from Clark +8, astonishment +9...]

David ignored the emotional reminders he often omitted, while Whitney stood frozen in place, staring in disbelief at the two teammates who had been knocked down.

"you……"

Clark was even more surprised; he had never known his brother had this side to him.

"Go together."

Whitney and two of the team members who had thrown Clark to the ground charged at David.

Bang bang bang!

David's steps were as light and graceful as a butterfly, and the three of them couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes. His fists were as powerful as bee stings, and with three punches, he easily and neatly knocked them down while strolling around.

The three men lay on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen.

"impossible."