I am the younger brother of Superman, but I got the template of Thanos

Lex Luthor, one of Superman's lifelong rivals.

After discovering Superman, he devoted himself to ridding the world of the "threat" of Superman. According to his view, Superman imprisoned mankind in the cradle of comfort, did not give mankind the opportunity to grow in the face of crisis, and weakened the racial potential of mankind.

Clark failed to save anyone yesterday, and Lex Luthor probably fell into the river and died in his youth.

But he personally saved one of his biggest enemies in the future.

"Clark, as long as you're happy."

David spread his hands.

"Of course I'm happy."

Clark smiled and said, "Mom, where are the keys to this car?"

"David, do you want to go for a ride with me?" He turned back to his brother and asked, feeling that the depression of the past few days had eased a little.

He couldn't wait to drive this car. It was his first car in his life. Considering his family's financial situation, he thought he would get it after he got a job.

"Clark..." Martha hesitated, "The key is with your father."

Rumble.

At the lawn mower, Jonathan is busy processing hay from the farm.

"dad……"

Clark happily pulled David to the side and wanted to ask for the key.

Only then did the young superman open his mouth. Jonathan stopped the lawn mower, his face became slightly gloomy, and he said seriously: "I know you want it very much, but you can't accept it."

He was still thinking about the way Lex Luthor looked at the smashed car fished out of the river yesterday and turned to the unharmed Clark. He was surprised and confused, like seeing a miracle that went against common sense and shouldn't exist in the world. The expression on his face showed a faint desire to explore and investigate.

Like an ambitious business owner who discovers a unique new project.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he had a bad feeling.

"Why? I saved him." Clark was puzzled.

"This does not mean that you can accept expensive thanks from others with peace of mind."

"Here's the new car for you, dad. I can drive the old one."

"It has nothing to do with this." Seeing the unhappiness on his son's face, Jonathan said quickly.

"A pickup truck, that's nothing to the Lex family."

David agreed with Clark's words.

The Luther Group is one of the world's leading business groups. Even Smallville, a remote town close to the metropolis, has the Luther family's fertilizer factory as a pillar industry. There are more than 2,000 people in the town working for the Lex family. Work.

Clark saved Lex Luthor. A pickup truck was not expensive at all for the life of a wealthy heir to a group.

"Listen son, in life we ​​can't just get what we want, that's normal."

Jonathan wanted to explain patiently.

"Normal? I'm tired of being normal!"

Clark's depression in recent days had accumulated and finally broke out, interrupting his father's words.

He can clearly do a lot, he can do more than just watch, he can do his best no matter what he does.

But in order to be normal, he had to hide himself and could only be an inconspicuous minion. He stood by the playground with a sour heart, watching the person he had a crush on kissing passionately in the arms of others.

"Is this normal?"

Avoiding his father's hand that wanted to hold his shoulder, he angrily walked to the lawn mower, turned on the machine, and amid the deafening buzzing sound, he thrust his arm into the continuously working guillotine.

Kaka!

"Father, tell me!"

As if encountering an indestructible high-density alloy, the guillotine curled up, the gears collapsed, and the lawn mower emitted a burst of black smoke and stopped working.

"Clark!"

Even though he knew his son was made of steel, Jonathan still screamed and hurried up to pull out his son's arm from inside.

Only the clothes were shredded, and there wasn't even a red mark on Clark's arm.

"I know you're awesome, Clark. Have you ever thought that repairing a lawn mower costs money."

Looking at Clark who was in adolescence, David made some comments.

He vented his anger, and the only result was that the lawn mower was injured.

"Father, have you seen it?

I was born abnormal. "Hearing his brother's words, Clark was even more annoyed, his voice was excited, and he could not accept his situation.

Mother Martha heard the noise and hurried over. Seeing this scene, she guessed what happened and looked at each other sadly with her husband Jonathan.

"Maybe it's time, son."

Jonathan sighed and wearily took off his work gloves.

"This day will come."

"What?" Clark suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Come with me." He turned around and walked heavily, letting Clark follow.

Then he looked at his youngest son and hesitated for a moment. "David, come with you. As a member of this family, you also have the right to know the truth."

Although David is his and Martha's biological son, Clark is just an alien baby picked up, a different race from the couple.

But the kind-hearted Jonathan and Martha have never treated each other differently in their hearts. They are both his sons in his heart.

"I know that some things cannot be hidden from you forever, especially after I discovered that Clark, you are born extraordinary and have powers that are unimaginable to humans."

…

In a shabby car repair shop.

A worker with blond hair and a strong body was listening to dynamic and flamboyant death rock. He stood next to the car and reached into the car to twist the key.

The dashboard lit up and the engine started successfully. The gum-chewing worker smiled proudly and closed the hood of the car in front.

Just when he was about to take a break, the worker suddenly noticed a thin figure standing like a ghost in the shadow of the store entrance.

"Damn it, you're going to scare me to death!"

Cursing in a low voice, the worker suddenly felt that the man in the shadow looked familiar.

"Do I know you?"

He narrowed his eyes to recognize the person and walked up.

"You look like the scarecrow. What's your name? It seems... Jerome?"

Jerome, who had black hair and a slim build, and his cheeks were sunken like skeletons, looked at him indifferently without saying a word.

"I heard that you injured your head during the meteorite rain and fell into a coma..."

As he spoke, the worker, who was once a football player at Smallville High School, wiped the opponent's clothes with his oily hands contemptuously.

"Finally willing to leave the hospital bed?

Look at your small body..."

Before he could finish speaking, a strong electric current shot out from Jerome's shoulder where he touched it.

A burnt smell spread in the air.

The worker suddenly flew three to four meters away, knocked over a tool rack, and fell heavily to the ground.

"monster!"

He raised his hand, which was burnt black and painful from the electricity, and stepped back with a changed expression.

"Listen, that was more than ten years ago!"

The worker immediately realized why the other party was here, and wanted to give up his thoughts of revenge, shouting in pain.

"That's just a game!"

"game?"