Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

After a week of recuperation, Clark was finally able to stand up again.

"Brother, I want to keep challenging that man named Mark. I want to become a hero."

As soon as Clark recovered, he burst into Jupiter's office and spoke to him.

"No no no!"

“Right now, the most important thing for you is not exercise, but studying. In fact, during the week you were recuperating, your mother called me several times. She emphasized no less than a hundred times that you must go to school, otherwise she would move back to the countryside. So you understand, this is your school uniform, your schoolbag, your timetable, and your books!”

As Jupiter spoke, he tossed Clark a uniform and a backpack full of books.

"Hey!"

Why did you do this?!

"I don't want to go to school..."

Clark frowned as he looked at his uniform and backpack.

"Everyone has to go to school..."

"Of course, you can learn from me. When I was three years old, I had completed all my courses, and then when I was twelve, I successfully earned more than a hundred degrees..."

Jupiter looked at Clark and smiled.

"I can too..."

Clark laughed; for someone with a super brain like him, these things on Earth were really not difficult.

"These courses on Earth are not difficult for people with super brains like you and me, but what is difficult for us is interpersonal relationships!"

"So Clark, go and make friends with the people on this planet! How about this, you first go to the school I've arranged for you, then make friends with your classmates, and then we can talk about other things, what do you think?"

Jupiter nodded, agreeing with Clark's words, but the problem was that he had never intended for Clark to study in the first place.

"Wait, make friends? Why?"

Clark's expression changed; he didn't understand Jupiter's intention.

"Clark, you're not mature enough yet. Since we live on this planet, we must integrate into it. So, before you become a superhero and fly all over the place, you need to learn how to communicate with the people on this planet!"

"So, starting today, you must conceal your identity and your abilities, and communicate with the people of this world just like an ordinary Earthling! Okay, that's it..."

Jupiter had devised a method for Clark to undergo training.

"So, you mean I should dress like an ordinary person, hide my abilities, my identity, everything about myself, and make friends with other people? I don't believe that the friends I make by hiding my identity like this will be true friends. Everything they know about me will be fake!"

Clark didn't understand.

"This is a hero's responsibility! You must keep everything from the people you care about!"

Jupiter looked at Clark and lectured him.

"I don't understand..."

Clark shook his head; he still couldn't understand Jupiter's words.

"Ha ha……"

Jupiter looked at Clark and saw the old Mark in him. He smiled, took a watch from his desk drawer, and tossed it to Clark.

"What's this?!"

With a whooshing sound, Clark caught the watch Jupiter threw to him with one hand.

"A transformation watch." Jupiter said with a smile, sitting in his seat. "Every superhero needs their own costume, don't you agree?!"

"Is this my superhero uniform?!"

Clark looked at his watch with a look of surprise.

"It's very easy to use. Just put it on, press the button in the middle, and instantly, you'll be in your own super uniform on the ship!"

"As for everyday use, it's just an ordinary watch that no one can tell it's there. Because it has a fingerprint sensor, it won't suddenly transform even if someone touches it. It's super convenient and practical, and it's a very popular product among the new generation of heroes!"

Jupiter explained the watch's functions.

Clark had already put the watch on his left wrist and pressed the red button in the center of the watch!

In an instant, Clark, who was originally wearing a hospital gown, was dressed in a dark blue bodysuit. The bodysuit fit him perfectly, outlining Clark's muscular physique flawlessly.

Add to that Clark's stylish slicked-back hair, and there's no doubt that the person standing in front of Jupiter at this moment is a superhero!

"Brother, I feel like I can beat ten times my former self now!"

After putting on his combat suit, Clark stretched his limbs, and whether it was his imagination or not, he felt that he was many times stronger than before.

"Dark-colored clothes can help you absorb the sun better. The 'S' on the chest represents hope in our world, and here it means 'S'. 'Super' means super!"

Jupiter continued to explain the significance of this battle suit.

"Brother, can I go save the world now?"

Clark looked at Jupiter and asked.

"Of course not, you need to go to school now!"

"This combat suit was supposed to be given to you after your assessment, but I'm giving it to you early. Remember not to tell Martha, otherwise she'll get angry and confiscate it, and I won't be responsible!"

Jupiter warned Clark.

"understand!"

Clark nodded to Jupiter, then pressed his watch, transforming into an ordinary person. He picked up his uniform and backpack and prepared to run out.

"Remember, meet at the bottom of the building at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll send someone to take you to school. Don't be late!"

Jupiter reminded Clark.

"Don't worry, brother! I've got you covered..."

After Clark finished speaking, he left Jupiter's office, leaving Jupiter with a helpless look in his eyes.

"..."

"I hope you have a great week, Clark..."

After Jupiter finished speaking, he watched with a smile as Clark left his office.

"Boss, us?!"

Just then, Jupiter's phone rang, and a clear female voice came from the phone.

"Proceed according to plan!"

Jupiter answered softly.

"As ordered!"

Having received Jupiter's orders, the subordinate said no more and ended the call immediately.

On the other side...

Upon receiving the suit, Clark was like a child who had just received a new and exciting toy. He immediately put his school uniform and books back in his room, and then quickly changed into his superhero look and flew into the sky.

Because the super suit has a built-in face obfuscation function, he is not afraid that anyone will recognize him. He is like a bird that has left its cage and is flying freely in the sky!

"This feeling is amazing!"

Clark breathed in the air above, and he had always looked forward to the day when he could use his superpowers freely.

"This feeling is really great!"

Just as Clark was enjoying his freedom, a voice rang out from behind him.

"Forehead……"

Startled by the sudden sound, Clark immediately retreated several meters, then turned around and looked behind him.

"Hello, Clark!"

Where Clark had been floating, now floated a burly man in a white uniform with a small mustache. This incredibly strong man was looking down at Clark from above, his hands behind his back.

"You are?!"

Clark looked at the man in front of him and asked in confusion.

"Who I am is not important; what matters is how you feel about yourself right now."

Instead of answering Clark's question, the man asked Clark how he was feeling.

"I feel fantastic!"

Without much thought, Clark stated his current thoughts directly.

"Yes."

"I know how you feel right now. You couldn't use your superpowers before, but now you can finally use them! This ability is amazing!"

The man immediately hit the nail on the head regarding Clark's feelings.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's exactly the feeling!"

Clark nodded; that was exactly what he was thinking.

"Ha ha……"

“Clark, we are of the same race, of course I know what you’re thinking!”

"Clark, think about it carefully. As ability users, why should we limit our powers?!"

"Just because our power being exposed will incite fear in these Earthlings?"

"Are you kidding me...?"

The man chuckled softly at first, then, with an angry expression, began to speak loudly.

"Forehead……"

"But it is my duty to protect the weak, and I should hide myself!"

Clark shook his head. He had been raised by Jonathan and Martha, ordinary people on Earth, since childhood. He had always considered protecting the weak as his mission, so he would not change his mind because of what a man said.

"Protecting the weak?!"

"madness……"

The man seemed very angry.