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Chapter 204 Clark, do you believe that there are people who can fly in this world?

At this time, Peter was completely immersed in the future revealed by the secret house.

Will I have a daughter in the future?
He had thought about raising a daughter before, but the system did not fulfill his wish.

Now that he knew that the system would send his daughter over in the future, he couldn't help but feel a certain expectation.

Who is she?
Peter guessed the other party's identity.

Clark, who was standing next to him, was speechless as he looked at Peter who was keeping his head down.

He thought Peter was accumulating anger, but in fact Peter was always thinking about his daughter and didn't care about anything else.

He didn't even care about Clark's future rebellion.

Not to mention that it is Clark from the future or parallel world, it has nothing to do with Clark now.

Even if that is the possible future that the Secret House depicts, he believes it is not set in stone.

"I'm sorry, Godfather."

Finally, Clark nervously apologized to Peter.

He didn't know if the Godfather would get angry and throw him into the World Tree.

"No, Clark, you don't have to apologize."

Peter came back to his senses and said to Clark: "This is just a choice you see. The secret house never predicts the future. It just reflects what your inner emotions reveal."

"But."

Clark hesitated.

Although he believed that he could not betray the Godfather, he also believed that fate had its own predetermined trajectory.

"Clark, you are a life changer."

Seeing that the other party still seemed to have some concerns, Peter patted him on the shoulder and said, "Have some confidence in yourself."

"I understand."

Clark looked Peter in the eyes and said firmly, "Godfather, I swear, I will never do that."

"Of course I believe you, Clark."

Peter comforts Clark.

He looked up at the dark night outside the window.

"I've always believed in you"

After half an hour.

After Peter separated, Clark returned home alone.

After his experiences in the cemetery and the secret house, Clark felt much better.

Although he was still concerned about his future self possibly betraying Peter and killing his sister, his previous confusion about his identity had been largely dispelled.

The anxious parents saw Clark coming back and immediately walked towards him.

"Oh my god! Clark, you're scaring me."

Martha hugged Clark excitedly, her voice choking with sobs, "I was really afraid of losing you. When Jonathan said you hadn't come back yet, I thought I would never see you again."

"It's okay, Mom. I just need to go out and be quiet."

Clark told Martha, "I will never leave you."

"Dad, I'm sorry."

Clark cast an apologetic look at his father beside him.

"It's okay, Clark."

Jonathan put his hand on Clark's shoulder, "Just come back."

The next day.

Clark drove a pickup truck to help Jonathan deliver the goods.

He drove the car absent-mindedly, thinking about what he saw in the secret house last night.

As an alien, could it be that I have some evil genes in my body?

Clark thought of a movie he had seen.

The film tells the story of an unidentified alien object that falls to the earth one day. A couple finds a hungry baby in the object and decides to raise it to adulthood.

Very similar to my own experience.

However, that crazy guy is a tool used by alien species to invade the earth.

As he grows older, he eventually reveals his evil side.

Clark remembers that Azu, a veteran horror movie fan, commented on the film at the time as being poorly made and full of loopholes.

And Azu thinks that the mother in this movie is a complete idiot.

"Okay, maybe I'm evil, but luckily I don't have parents like that."

Clark complained as he drove towards Ryan Manor.

After parking the car at Ryan Manor, Clark walked into the manor with vegetables in his arms.

After completing the handover, Clark wanted to say hello to Lex Luthor.

He walked to Lex's room with ease and found the door ajar.

After hesitating for a moment, he pushed the door and walked in.

Inside the room, Lex was wearing a fencing suit and a mask and was fencing with someone.

The crisp sound of swords clashing echoed in the room.

Lex, who was skilled in fencing, forced his opponent to retreat again and again.

Just when he was about to defeat his opponent, he unexpectedly changed his fencing strategy, drew his sword and swung it backhandedly, flexibly changing the attack angle, completely disrupting Lex's rhythm and defense.

"Bang!" Lex, who was at a disadvantage, was found vulnerable by his opponent and stabbed in the face.

After being hit in the face by the opponent, Lex had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender.

But he was a little annoyed because he didn't win from the opponent.

Lex stood up, grabbed his sword, and threw it towards the door.

With a "swoosh", the flower sword brushed past Clark's face and pierced into the wooden door beside him.

Bald Lex took off his mask and turned to look at the sword he threw, only to see Clark standing there in a daze.

"Clark?"

He quickly walked over to apologize to Clark, "Sorry, I didn't see you."

"It's okay, I should have knocked."

Clark said it was his fault.

He looked at Lex's female sparring partner and asked, "If it's not convenient for you, I can come back next time."

"No, it's okay. Our practice is over. Haiqi beat the crap out of me today."

Lex said as he took off his fencing suit, "This place still smells like fencing sweat. Let's talk in the living room."

Clark nodded and followed him to the living room.

“It’s nice here, very grand.”

Looking at the castle in front of him, Clark said to Lex.

Lex walked into the living room, took off his fencing suit, and casually said to Clark, "Yeah, nice castle, a castle you hope will be haunted if you die."

Clark coughed, "I mean, it's huge."

"This is the old house of the Luther family. My father shipped it here from Scotland."

Lex walked to the refrigerator, took out the drink and handed it to Clark, "Although it took him a lot of time and energy, he likes this old stuff very much."

"Yes, Dad told me about the grand occasion when you moved."

Clark took the drink and said to the other party: "I'm sorry that we didn't entertain you well the last time you came to my house."

The last time Lex visited Clark's house, he didn't get along well with Jonathan.

"It's okay, I've been bald since I was a kid, I'm used to people criticizing me."

As he spoke, he walked to the mirror and touched his bald head with a complicated expression.

Clark explained to him, "No, it's not about you personally, Lex, my father didn't have a very good impression of Mr. Leno."

Lex nodded. "Hmm, because he believes that 'bad bamboo shoots won't produce good ones'? That's understandable."

He turned around and faced the mirror. "Compared to your father, I am more familiar with your godfather. I still remember when I was a child, I got lost and wandered into the forest. There I encountered terrible creatures."

Lex fell into recollection. "That was a creature I had never seen before. It was filled with the breath of death. If it weren't for Mr. Padrick, I would have been torn to pieces by that creature."

“He saved my life.”

Lex came over and said to Clark: "Clark, do you believe that there are people who can fly in this world?"

Clark was stunned for a moment, "Of course, we can fly by plane."

Lex smiled and said, "No, that's not what I'm talking about. I mean humans flying in the clouds without any tools."

Clark didn't know if the other party knew something. He hesitated and said, "How could a human being do such a thing?"

“I just flew.”

Lex looked at the clouds outside the window. "That night, before the monster pounced on me, my heart seemed to stop for a moment. It was the most unforgettable moment in my life. Then I felt like I was flying."

Clark listened to Lex without saying anything, and the two of them maintained a silent atmosphere.

"Okay, thank you for listening to my meaningless nonsense."

Lex broke the silence, put down the towel he was using to wipe his sweat, picked up his clothes and said to him, "My father found something in the underground caves of Smallville yesterday. I think you might be interested."

When Clark heard the other party talk about the new discovery in the cave, his interest was immediately piqued.

Led by Lex, the two entered the laboratory in the manor together.

In the lab, Clark looked at the glass cabinet.

Inside was a stone artifact in the shape of a dagger.

"what is this?"

"I don't know. I found it in the cave."

Lex looked at the dagger-shaped artifact. "There was a similar image painted on the stone wall of that cave. That means that a long time ago, the people here - most likely the ancestors of the Kavachi people - discovered it."

As Lex was explaining this to Clark, a researcher came over and picked up the stone tool for testing.

"This is Jeff, the youngest researcher we have here, and he is also from the nearby Kawachee tribe."

Lex introduced the young experimenters doing the research.

When Clark heard the other party talking about the Kawachi people, he thought of Star-Lord's godmother, Ms. Kelly.

Ms. Kelly seems to be a Kawache
Just as Clark was daydreaming, something strange happened!
The stone tool in researcher Jeff's hand accidentally fell to the ground.

"Oh!"

The stone tool was smashed into pieces, and the fragments flew everywhere, with a dull sound echoing in the laboratory.

Researcher Jeff stood there in a daze, looking down at the stone tools on the ground.

In the corridor, Lex's father, Lionel Luthor, pushed the door and entered the laboratory.

When he saw the stone tool fallen on the ground, he was stunned for a moment.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the stone tool was not completely damaged.

After the surface of the stone was broken, the true appearance of the stone tool was revealed - a dagger emitting golden light.

(End of this chapter)