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

“But…” Jonathan wanted to say that all meteorites are green.

However, just because you haven't seen it before doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

It now appears that the green meteorite affected Clark's physiology, while the red meteorite affected his psychology.

"David, I'm sorry."

Like a child who has done something wrong, Clark kept apologizing when he heard David approaching.

"It's okay, I wasn't the one who got hurt anyway."

David said this, but his brows were still furrowed.

I'm not angry at Clark's actions.

"Clark made a wish; who knows what the price will be?"

"my eyes……"

Clark could barely open his eyes, which were swollen like rotten peaches, and see blurry scenery, but as the sunlight shone and his injuries subsided, the swelling around his eyes went down, and all he could see was darkness.

He reached out and frantically touched it.

"Clark, what's wrong?"

"I can't see."

"Did your brother go too far?" The couple exchanged a glance, somewhat alarmed.

David frowned.

His energy beams could melt other people's eyeballs, but it wouldn't be so easy to severely damage Clark's eyeballs.

And it's daytime now.

"Do not……"

Clark seemed to remember something, opened his graying eyes, moved his lips, and had a strange calm on his face, as if he had been punished for doing something wrong.

"This is the price I pay for making a wish."

As the price for making his wish, his eyesight was taken away.

"what?"

Looking at their son's gray eyes, Jonathan and his wife were shocked and found it hard to accept: "Clark, are you going to go blind permanently?"

"Perhaps this is the best possible outcome."

Clark stroked his mother's cold hand to comfort her. Although he was somewhat unsettled by his own blindness, he smiled at his family.

He worried that his reckless behavior would cause the wishing stone to pay the price on his parents and brother.

"If it were just my eyes, it wouldn't be so unacceptable."

"It probably won't be permanent."

David frowned and reminded him.

The Wishing Stone originated from the Greek god of lies; if it were Zeus, the king of the gods, perhaps his power would surpass that of a normal superhuman.

But most other gods don't have the ability to permanently take away Clark's talent.

“It’s alright, David.”

I still have ears.

Sunbathing used to always work to heal his injuries, but this time it didn't. Clark thought his brother was just trying to comfort him.

He lacks one sense, but still has super hearing.

"Give me some time and I will be just like an able-bodied person."

It won't have much impact on his life.

……

As always, David cleaned up the traces of the battle to ensure he wouldn't be exposed.

As Clark said, although he was not very skilled, it only took him two or three days to make him look like a normal person. Apart from the sunglasses and guide cane he was wearing, almost no one could tell that he was blind.

It didn't even have much impact on my life.

A week later, the two successfully completed their exams. Their scores weren't top-notch, but merely above average among the crowd.

If they want to do better, it won't take any effort on either of them, but it's unnecessary and will inevitably attract attention.

"This is a good result."

At home, in front of the computer screen, Jonathan looked at his two sons' report cards, a hint of pride on his face, and nodded in satisfaction.

"I know that if you were in it for the money, you could easily become a sports star and earn tens of millions a year."

"Yes, she's much more capable than me, a farmer who only knows how to manipulate farm tools."

Finally, he nodded seriously and joked.

"Sons, what are your plans for the holiday?"

With a beaming smile, Martha gently asked her two sons, "Regardless of other matters, your two sons have never caused you or Jonathan any worry about their studies."

As for university life, the couple has always believed it will not be a problem for their two sons.

It's just a change of school location; both sons applied to Metropolitan State University, which isn't far from Smallville. It takes less than an hour by bicycle for an average person; to exaggerate a bit, it's practically right at our doorstep.

At most, my two sons will encounter some teenage troubles during their college years; they're eighteen now, so it seems like they should be dating.

"Chloe is going to work as an intern at the Metropolitan Globe during her vacation, and she wants me to be her assistant."

Clark remembered what Chloe had told him earlier.

"reporter?"

David raised an eyebrow. Clark was already getting involved with the work of a reporter who would later hide his identity so early. It seemed like they had a long history.

"What's wrong?

Although I've lost my sight, I assure you I've gained a much better understanding of listening.

Clark laughed, assuming his brother thought he wasn't suited for the job.

Losing his sight gave him a greater understanding of vulnerable groups that he had never paid attention to before.

"Thinking back to the past, how much I resisted my extraordinary talent..."

He shook his head as he spoke.

Compared to those born with disabilities, what are his troubles?

"Perhaps, as my father said, God has given me extraordinary talents, and I need to learn to accept them... and even use them to do something."

Clark murmured, a hint of maturity and seriousness flashing across his face.

David looked surprised by his tone.

"It seems that this blindness has only lasted for a few days, but it seems to have brought Clark closer to becoming the next generation of stars."

Although Clark was kind before, he was still in high school and had his own school troubles. He didn't have much of an initiative to help others. Is he empathizing with others now?

"You want to be a masked vigilante like Batman in Gotham?"

He wondered what Clark would be like if he started fighting crime in Metropolis in his current state—a super-enhanced Daredevil?

"I can't say for sure, I haven't thought about it yet."

Clark scratched his head.

He's still a bit hesitant about becoming a vigilante or something like that. He's afraid that showing his extraordinary abilities in the public eye might implicate his family, but who knows what the future holds.

After all, people's thoughts can change.

"What about you?"

Clark turned his head toward where his brother was sitting and asked.

"I?

I might go on a trip.

David looked out the window. In the distance, the sky was azure, dotted with white clouds, and his gaze extended beyond the mountains to the far horizon.

"travel?"

[Template integration is 59% complete]

"If I can make an extraordinary race constantly fluctuate in emotion because of me, my ability fusion speed should advance by leaps and bounds!"

The Paradise Island has at least several thousand, perhaps even tens of thousands, of Amazonian warriors, and there are more than one extraordinary race on Earth, such as the underwater race of Atlantis...

Chapter 81. Paradise Island lives up to its name.

David is going on a trip.

Neither the parents nor Clark were particularly surprised.