American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 154 If I Were Not Clark

Clark has always been troubled by his own background.

Although Martha and Jonathan loved themselves very much, Clark loved wearing them too.

However, the question of her origins and why her parents abandoned her has always weighed heavily on her heart.

Clark had many guesses, but he never imagined that his purpose in coming to Earth was to conquer the planet.

At least, that's what I think from the messages my biological father left me.

"So, this is the truth." Gino shrugged, glancing at the night outside the window. "It's getting late, I'm going back to rest."

Clark did not respond to Gino, but sat listlessly on the cold, damp floor.

Seeing Clark's state, Gino sighed inwardly. This was something Clark himself had to figure out.

Actually, Clark's change in mindset is quite easy to guess.

From a young age, his adoptive parents taught him to be an upright and kind person.

But his biological parents sent him to Earth with the intention of conquering them, and this contrast is about the collapse of his beliefs.

"If you feel lost, you can come to Luther Manor to find me."

As he was leaving, the boy patted Clark on the shoulder and turned to walk out of the abandoned barn.

Time passed second by second.

It seemed that a certain tipping point had been reached, and the long-suppressed emotions erupted at this moment.

"This can't be real!" Clark covered his face with his hands, his mind becoming increasingly confused.

He staggered to his feet and rushed out of the barn like a madman.

"Bang!"

The fragile wood was no match for the steel body; it smashed through the planks like a whirlwind into the downpour.

The enormous sound was incredibly loud even through the rain.

Soon, the Jonathans, who were already worried about his sudden disappearance, pushed open the door in confusion.

"Clark?"

In the blurry rain,

Jonathan watched as Clark's figure disappeared into the rain and into the distance.

The middle-aged man's face was full of worry: "Where are you going?"

The rain was pouring down, but Clark seemed not to hear it, continuing to walk at a slow pace.

Seeing this, Jonathan gritted his teeth and rushed into the rain despite Martha's advice.

"I'm talking to you, Clark!"

The middle-aged man reached out and blocked Clark.

"Leave me alone!" Clark seemed to wake up suddenly, waving his hand to push aside his adoptive father who was blocking his way.

"No, you have to tell me what happened!" Jonathan rubbed his sore arms and shielded Clark with his body.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning flashed overhead.

Clark slowly raised his rain-dampened face and gazed intently at Jonathan: "I have learned the purpose of my coming to Earth."

"Purpose?" Jonathan's heart tightened. "What purpose?"

"To rule the Earth." Clark looked down at his hands.

"Clark, listen to me, you..."

"No, Jonathan, you don't understand!" Clark raised his head again, his voice trembling with emotion. "If I weren't an American..."

"They're not from Earth either."

"Not even human."

"Then Jonathan, tell me."

"who I am?"

"who I am?"

"He is a billionaire, the youngest heir of the Luther family, the fear of Talia, a god among men, and the diplomatic ambassador of human civilization to Cybertron."

The grand hall of the castle manor.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Gino gazed at himself in the reflection.

Unlike the confused Clark, Gino does not have a problem with identity.

He is human, an Earthling, and his abilities are merely a gift from the system.

"You forgot to mention the most important thing: you're also Lex Luthor's brother."

Lex, who had just finished working overtime, walked into the lobby and jokingly teased his brother.

Lex sat on the sofa and asked Gino with concern, "What happened?"

"We just discovered the origins of Clark's background," Gino told Lex, recounting what had happened that night.

"So, do you think Clark will become what his biological parents hoped he would be?" Lex stared into Gino's eyes. "If he really chooses to become that kind of planetary dictator."

"Although it's unlikely, if Clark really does become a planetary dictator," Gino smiled indifferently, "then I will take action."

The boy's eyes shone brightly. Although he and Clark were good friends, he would stop Clark if he really decided to become a dictator.

Even.

Slaughter without mercy.

Water droplets slid down Clark's cheeks, indistinguishable from tears or water droplets.

"Clark," Jonathan said, pursing his lips. "You may not be able to choose your birth, but you can choose what kind of person you can become."

"If ruling the earth is your wish, then you may do as you please." Jonathan revealed his compassionate side for the first time.

He opened his arms and embraced his adopted son's body, which was as hard as cast steel.

Tears streamed down Clark's face in the pouring rain.

"I understand, Father."

Clark hugged Jonathan tightly, and the father and son were enjoying that brief, heartwarming moment.

But a scream shattered the warm atmosphere.

"what!"

Martha's piercing scream echoed from inside the barn.

"Mother!"

Clark released Jonathan and was outside the barn in an instant.

"Bang!"

Pushing open the old wooden door, I found my foster mother, Martha, lying unconscious on the ground.

At the same time, the once calm spaceship was now flashing with a green light.

Countless tiny green dust particles filled the air.

"Mother!"

Ignoring the spaceship and the strange green mist, Clark clenched his fists and rushed into the barn, scooping up the unconscious Martha from the ground and dashing out of the barn.

"Clark, what happened?"

Jonathan rushed over, his face filled with worry. Upon seeing his unconscious wife, the middle-aged man's expression turned anxious: "We have to get her to the hospital immediately!"

When Clark brought Martha to the hospital, the first thing he had to face was the expensive treatment fees.

"Three thousand dollars?! Are you robbing me?" Jonathan glared angrily at the nurse on duty.

However, what she received was a cold reply from the nurse: "I'm very sorry, please pay the bill as soon as possible."

In the free United States, thinking you can get something for nothing? Wishful thinking.

"Sour radish coin pool!" Jonathan cursed, preparing to pull out his credit card to pay.

But the next moment, Clark suddenly appeared in the hallway, carrying a bag of Franklin, and handed it to the counter: "Here's three thousand dollars. Begin the emergency surgery immediately!"

After receiving the money, the nurse immediately began arranging the surgery.

The father and son sat anxiously in the hospital corridor. Jonathan looked at Clark with concern and asked, "Clark, where did you get so much money?"

Jonathan had no choice but to believe that three thousand dollars was no small sum, especially for the Kent family who ran a poor farm; it was an astronomical figure.

"This is my own business," Clark stammered, but in his heart he was already planning to repay the debt to Mr. Bruce when he had the time.

(End of this chapter)