American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 203: A bird? An airplane? No, that's Superman!

Just as Raz floated into the air and began to wreak havoc, plunging the crowd into extreme panic.

Clark shielded Shen Du's body behind him, his eyes scanning the chaotic scene as he searched for an escape route.

Can.
When I saw a little boy, about seven or eight years old, slumped behind an overturned metal trash can, surrounded by a crowd of people running away.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed over, scooped up the crying little boy from the corner, and easily pulled him out.

"Don't be afraid, it's alright now!"

With a reassuring calmness in his voice, Clark quickly moved the little boy behind a relatively sturdy billboard base. "Stay here, don't run around!"

The entire rescue operation was swift and decisive, and went unnoticed by the crowd amidst the extreme chaos.

Meanwhile, Shen Du, who had been closely following Clark, looked somewhat impatient.

It's so frustrating to finally get some fresh air and then run into this mentally unstable lunatic causing trouble.

They coldly watched as the madman in the air, who called himself the 'Destroyer,' turned his palm, which was glowing with a dangerous red light, toward their direction.

"boom!"

The destructive beam slammed into the signboard above their heads, and the powerful shockwave, carrying a metal fragment the size of a door, whistled and slashed towards several tourists who were lying on the ground trying to avoid the impact and had no time to move!

A bloody tragedy was about to unfold...

Shen Du's lips twitched a few times.

His right hand hung down at his side with utmost concealment, making a light, almost imperceptible gesture.

"Om-!"

An invisible and intangible force instantly acted on the metal fragments.

Just before it touched the crowd on the ground, it suddenly levitated upwards, narrowly missing the heads and backs of several tourists. You could even feel the sharp wind pressure scraping your scalp.

"Clang-crack-!"

With a loud bang, the fragments slammed into the concrete ground less than half a meter away from the tourists, embedding themselves deeply, their edges still trembling slightly.

The tourists lying on the ground were still in shock, completely unaware that they had just narrowly escaped death. They thought it was divine intervention that the deadly fragment had inexplicably flown off course.

At that moment, Clark, who had just helped an elderly man who had fallen to a safe corner, turned around and witnessed the thrilling final scene, as well as Shen Du's small hand that quickly withdrew and pretended to be nonchalant as he put it back in his pocket.

He was startled and instantly understood what was going on.

Looking towards the capital, his eyes were filled with lingering fear.

Feeling the burning gaze from her elder brother, Shendu slightly raised her small face and calmly met his eyes.

The little guy's face remained expressionless, he just slightly raised his chin.

Clark didn't say much, but he ruffled Shen Du's hair and whispered, "Well done, Shen Du."

Shen Du gave a soft hum, which was taken as acceptance of this clumsy praise.

But his attention immediately returned to the sky.

The madman named Raz was still laughing maniacally in mid-air, the crimson light flashing in and out of his palm as he searched for his next target.

A distinct sense of unease stirred within Shen Du.

In his view, such people are simply wasting their time.

That madman named Raz is extremely unstable, like a broken furnace that could explode at any moment. The best way to deal with him is to take him out along with that troublesome breastplate with a clean and decisive 'explosion' before he causes any more damage.

But my father had instructed me to...
One should try to behave oneself in public; theoretically, the troublesome task of cleaning up this mess should be handled by…

Shen Du tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on Clark beside him.

He noticed that although Clark leaned slightly forward, his eyes were fixed on the situation in the air, and his fists were unconsciously clenched, his broad shoulders revealed a kind of hesitation, and his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, so he did not rush forward immediately.

Look at the future big, clumsy guys in other people's families, and then look at this one now.
Shen Du's brows immediately furrowed, a feeling of disappointment welling up inside him.

He tugged at Clark's sleeve forcefully, his impatience evident.

Hey! What are you still standing there for?

He raised his small, expressionless yet imposing face, his sharp eyes fixed on Clark. "Aren't you going to go?"

Clark was taken aback by his brother's question, a wry smile appearing on his face. He lowered his voice and explained somewhat helplessly, "You're still here..."

His meaning was clear.

I can't leave my younger brother alone in such a dangerous place.

"Humph!"

Shen Du let out a cold snort, interrupting him without any politeness, his words stabbing like knives, "Foolish brother, your hesitation will kill even more people."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was sharp, like ice water poured over Clark's head.

".I."

A flicker of struggle crossed Clark's eyes.

Well, he had to admit it.
Although Shen Du's words were harsh, they did awaken him.

He definitely had too many concerns.
Worried about their identities being exposed and their younger brother's safety, they almost forgot the most basic thing:
In the face of disaster, step forward to stop the destruction and protect every life that can be protected.

Seeing that the hesitation in Clark's eyes was finally dispelled by determination, Shen Du stopped wasting his breath.

The little hand suddenly rose, fingers spread, and pressed lightly against Clark!
The magic within his body surged quietly.

A scorching yet harmless energy enveloped Clark, flowing, spreading, and solidifying rapidly across his body like liquid metal!
Clark felt a warmth spread through his body, and when he looked down in surprise, he noticed that a sleek, powerful gold and red battle suit had completely covered his previous ordinary clothes.

However, just as this energy flowed to the core area of ​​the chest...

Shen Du paused slightly, tilting his head as if he had encountered a technical problem: "What letter do you want in front of me?"

"what?"

Clark was still reeling from the sudden 'costume change', his mind a little foggy, "Wh...what's the difference?"

"..."

Shen Du's face froze. He couldn't very well say that he had copied the template of an emperor's battle suit, only changing the blue to red, and incidentally remembering that there had to be a letter on the chest, could he?

He quickly came up with a seemingly reasonable excuse, speaking in a flat tone:
"You can use K, which stands for Kent..."

"Then let's choose another one, the capital..."

Almost the instant Shen Du finished speaking, Clark refused without hesitation. He scratched his cheek somewhat embarrassedly, his voice lowering, "I don't think I'm... qualified to wear K and display it in front of others..."

That surname carries the love of the family, and the bond between the farm and the land.
He felt that he was not strong enough, not mature enough, and not qualified to wear this symbol of family on his person and present it to the world.

"That's quite self-aware." Looking at his almost clumsy humility, Shen Du snorted lightly, but didn't press the matter. He casually offered another option: "How about S?"

“Supreme, the highest? Or…Strong?” He made up the meaning randomly, his tone revealing little sincerity.

"..."

Clark opened his mouth, his eyes still showing some hesitation, as if he wanted to offer some opinion on the letter itself or its meaning.

For example
P, Peasant? How are the farmers?
Stop dawdling!

God completely lost his patience and waved his little hand forward without giving a chance to explain!
In an instant, scorching magic power condensed intensely on Clark's chest.

With the lines drawn, a simple and striking capital letter S is clearly formed.

Like a shield, it was branded on the chest of the suit, shining brightly against the gold and red background!

After taking care of his skin, Shen Du felt like he had finally completed a troublesome task.

He then quickly added the most important 'user instructions', his tone tinged with disdain: "Remember to use your... biofield."

"Wrap this garment with it. After all, this is just a temporary replica I created with magic. Apart from looking good, not being easily damaged, and making it impossible for others to recognize you, it has absolutely no actual defensive capabilities."

"That's amazing?!" Clark looked down at the gleaming S on his chest, both surprised and delighted, his focus completely veerging from the other side of the story. "He can actually keep people from recognizing me?!"

Shen Du hummed expressionlessly, but in reality, he silently gave himself a thumbs up for his cleverness.

This magic for creating clothes was something he had painstakingly obtained from the Book of Eternity a few days ago, and it was one of the few things he felt had some practical value.

Compared to those dangerous spells that can open doors to summon hellfire or slicing through space at will, this magic that allows you to change clothes at any time and customize your appearance is, in the eyes of the gods, extremely practical!
As for defense?

Doesn't it have its own bio-force field?

"Go quickly!" Shen Du waved her hand.

"Yes," Clark's lips parted slightly, as if he still had some concerns he wanted to express.

Seeing this, Shen Du was truly enraged.

All your equipment is provided, the accessories are set up, the stage lights are on, and you're given the chance to go up and perform...

Go save the world! What are you doing dawdling here?!
混蛋
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they'd wandered off to the boy next door with lice in his eyes on set!

"Foolish brother! Your hesitation and worries will only encourage that madman with out-of-control energy to throw out a few more orbs of light! Look around!"

He pointed with his little finger to the crowds still running and crying, and to the exhibition halls in the distance where there might still be people who hadn't evacuated in time. "Every second of delay could kill more people! Are you planning to wait for him to blow up the entire expo, or wait for that mysterious guy in the sky to make a mistake?"

"No. The capital city." Clark, somewhat embarrassed by his brother's barrage of questions, finally voiced his deepest worry, his voice dropping several octaves.
"I...I can't fly."

Even the gods fell silent.
He then took a deep breath, as if he had made a major and troublesome decision, and waved vigorously at Clark, signaling him to squat down.

Although Clark was puzzled, he obediently knelt on one knee, lowered his height to be at eye level with the god, and looked at him with confusion in his azure eyes.

Shen Du took a small step forward, reached out his hands, cupped Clark's face, and forced him to look directly into his eyes.

The little guy's expression was unusually serious, and in his usually cold golden eyes, it seemed as if countless tiny runes were flowing and recombining.

"do not move!"

Shen Du's voice deepened, carrying an echo as if from ancient times, "Look into my eyes."

Clark instinctively held his breath.

He could feel a cold yet vast power slowly seeping into the depths of his consciousness through Shen Du's hands and gaze. It felt like an eternity, yet also like a fleeting moment.

Shen Du let go of her hand, a look of exhaustion flashing across her small face, but it was quickly covered up by her usual disdain.

He took a step back, crossed his arms again, and raised his chin:

"Okay. Now, imagine yourself as a feather, or... a dandelion seed that has detached from a branch."

"Gravity is no longer a constraint for you, but a rule that can be negotiated."

Clark stood there, stunned, his mind filled with some profound and mysterious insights.

He tried to follow the guidance of the gods and sense the omnipresent gravitational field around him.

then
His feet slowly left the ground.

One centimeter, two centimeters... ten centimeters...

He floated up!

Although he was still swaying and his posture was far less stable than Raz in the air, he had indeed broken free from the earth's restraints with his own strength!
"I...I can fly?"

Clark looked down at the ground receding into the distance, an incredulous look of surprise on his face.

"Hmph, that's just basic hovering and movement, far from real flight." Shen Du poured cold water on the idea without any mercy, but seeing Clark's delighted expression, the corner of his mouth still curved into a barely perceptible smile. "Stop wasting time on your musings! Go and take care of that noise source in the sky!"

Looking down at the S symbol on his chest, which shimmered in the sunlight.

Clark took a deep breath
The gold and red battle suit, which seemed tailor-made for him, fit his young and powerful body perfectly.

Shen Du nodded, looking at Clark with satisfaction.

Although the suit itself offered no special protection, his upright posture and the fighting spirit burning in his eyes already gave him the air of a future emperor.

"There's one more thing." Shen Du held up three fingers. "The magic I'm giving you is only enough for three minutes. If you can't solve it in three minutes, you're on your own."

"Um"

Suppressing the pounding of his heart from his first flight, Clark nodded emphatically to the capital, "I understand!"

“But I have one more thing to say.” Clark quickly ruffled his brother’s hair. “Shen Du, what you said just now was right. When it’s time to make a decision, make it decisively.”

Without waiting for Shendu to react, he gave a hearty smile and focused all his attention on controlling this unfamiliar power.

Lean your body slightly forward, forming a streamlined posture.

His eyes sharpened, and he bent his legs.

Let the exquisitely controlled bio-field envelop the body and then exert a reaction force!

"boom!"

Spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the concrete ground beneath him, and he transformed into a golden-red streak of light. Although his trajectory was still somewhat erratic, his speed was astonishing, shooting straight into the sky.

Watching Clark's somewhat clumsy yet resolute retreating figure, Shen Du let out a soft hum and muttered to himself:
"At least he doesn't look so stupid anymore."
-
Louise had just obtained firsthand information at the Luther Group's exhibition area and hadn't even had a chance to review it when she was interrupted by the sound of explosions and commotion coming from afar.

An ominous premonition gripped her heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately stuffed the manuscript into the innermost layer of her handbag.

He then weaved through the chaotic scene, going against the flow of terrified fleeing people, struggling to squeeze towards the center of the commotion.

However, when she finally broke through the crowd and saw the scene in the central square, she couldn't help but gasp.

A man wearing a golden breastplate was seen hovering in mid-air, his palms constantly emitting destructive scarlet lasers that wantonly destroyed everything around him!
Purification begins with destruction!

The man's maniacal laughter was followed by another explosion.

He destroyed a small display stand showcasing new solar panels at the edge of the square, sending burning debris raining down.

"Let me, Raz the Destroyer, bring fresh air to my fellow countrymen!"

"He's gone mad... This guy has completely gone mad! Are all superhumans this arrogant these days?!"

Louise cursed under her breath, her chest heaving with anger and tension.

Surprisingly, however, little fear appeared in her eyes. Instead, an even more intense flame ignited within them. Instead of retreating, she pushed forward against the tide of escape.

He even casually tossed the camera behind him.

She casually unbuttoned two buttons at the collar of her shirt, revealing the sharp lines of her collarbone, and rolled up the cuffs to her forearms, exposing a slender yet strong wrist.

She firmly supported an elderly woman who was about to fall.

"Make way! Let the elderly and children go first! Don't push! Move to the sides! Don't all crowd on the main road!"

Loudly shouting, Louise tried to maintain order and help the terrified people find their way out.

He even grabbed a little girl who had fallen and shoved her under a relatively safe display stand.

During the brief intervals of directing the evacuation, her gaze swept across the entire area, intending to find a suitable evacuation route. However, her eyes involuntarily fixed on a familiar figure not far away.

Is it Clark?

The young man was seen pulling a frightened little boy out from behind an overturned trash can and quickly pushing him to a safe area.

With her left hand firmly supporting the elderly man, and her right hand protecting the still-shaken little boy...

he……

A flicker of surprise crossed Louise's mind, but
Now is not the time to think about these things.

"Bioengineering! These creations that distort nature have no reason to exist!"

Raz in the air had already changed targets, his crimson laser sweeping across the exterior wall of the exhibition hall.

The specially made glass dome, which was used to cultivate fluorescent plants, shattered under the high temperature, emitting a piercing, mournful sound.

The faintly glowing plant remains scattered along with shards of glass, sparking further panic.

Louise quickly continued to guide the crowd back, while rapidly filming the scene and the image of the madman in the air with the camera hanging around her neck.

These are all irreplaceable first-hand news materials!
Raz continued to circle in the air, finally casting his greedy and frantic gaze toward the magnificent exhibition hall not far away, where a large crowd had gathered at the entrance.

"And there! Those false stars, those deceptive illusions! Accept purification!"

He spread his arms and let out an even more maniacal laugh, his hands slowly coming together in front of the dazzling golden breastplate.

The light on his breastplate blazed as intensely as a small sun with his movements, and a destructive energy far more robust and concentrated than before was rapidly gathering in his palm.

"not good!"

Louise gasped in shock, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest.

The interior of that exhibition hall was relatively enclosed, with narrow entrances and exits, and it was now packed with people!
If hit, the consequences would be unimaginable!
However, Raz remained deaf to the exclamations of the crowd, and the crimson ball of light containing terrifying energy had already taken shape between his hands.

Then he leaned his arm back, his muscles bulging, as if he was about to smash this destructive energy hard into the holographic projection exhibition hall below!

"Accept purification—ugh!"

"boom--!"

At this critical moment.
Something incredible happened!

A blurry, golden-red figure, moving at a speed beyond the limits of the naked eye, tore through the air and crashed into the Destroyer in mid-air with a sharp sonic boom!
"boom--!!"

A violent collision exploded in the air!
Raz's triumphant laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a muffled groan of pain.

The sphere of destruction in his hand instantly disintegrated, turning into chaotic energy streams that scattered in all directions.

He himself was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string by the unstoppable force, tracing a messy arc before crashing heavily into a fountain pool dozens of meters away.

"Bam—!"

The immense impact shattered the stone fountain pool, sending up a spray of murky water and countless broken marble shards.

This sudden turn of events brought the chaotic scene to a sudden silence.

Everyone was stunned by this incredible scene; the bewilderment of surviving a disaster and the awe of witnessing a miracle were intertwined on every face.

Their gazes involuntarily turned to the spot that had saved the exhibition hall.
The figure is currently suspended in mid-air.

Its body was shrouded in a faint golden-red glow, obscuring its exact appearance; only a faint human silhouette could be discerned.

He just hovered there, silent and still.

Yet it seemed to be a warm, giant source of light, quietly dispelling the gloom and despair brought about by the explosion and fire.

"Then...what is that?!"

"Is it a bird? Or an airplane?!"

"No... my God... that's—a person?!"

An incredulous gasp erupted from the crowd, a mixture of relief at surviving the ordeal and shock at witnessing the supernatural.

Louise held up the camera, the lens fixed on the suspended light and shadow in the air.

Her fingers trembled slightly with excitement, but her professionalism allowed her to steadily record everything.

"My God... this is absolutely... tomorrow's biggest news in Metropolis!"

Just then, the rubble and puddles in the messy abandoned fountain pool churned up.

Raz struggled to his feet after falling into the fountain. Although the light on his golden breastplate had dimmed considerably, it was still shimmering.

He wiped the water from his face, looked up at the uninvited guest in the sky that had ruined his 'purification project,' and let out a furious roar:

"Who are you?! How dare you interfere with the Destroyer Raz's great undertaking!"

The golden-red figure hovering in the air did not answer.

With just a slight adjustment of his posture, an invisible pressure emanated from him as he faced Raz.

(End of this chapter)