I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

"Mother!"

Clark's eyes reddened, and he suddenly stood up, filled with guilt, and opened his arms to hug the couple who loved him most in the world.

“I was wrong, Father.”

No matter my status, it cannot change the fact that I am your son.

He realized how foolish he had been. His parents had never cared about his identity and had treated him like their own son for over ten years, giving him the best and the warmest love in the world.

However, he became conflicted about this after learning the truth.

"As long as you come back, Clark."

Jonathan felt a weight lifted from his heart, a smile spreading across his face. He and Martha exchanged a relieved glance, and he hugged his son.

"Looks like someone has given up on running away from home?"

David, leaning against the doorframe, clapped his hands with a slightly amused expression. Clark, remembering his earlier embarrassment, said to his younger brother.

[Happiness from Clark +14, Gratitude +7, Shame +5...]

“You always see things better than I do, David.”

Jonathan and Martha acknowledge this, saying their youngest son is smart and mature, and they never have to worry about him.

"Clark, are you alright?"

The warm family atmosphere returned to normal, and Martha remembered her son's pale face earlier, "Why did you look like you were sick?"

"I'm fine, except for the back of my head... hiss!"

Clark touched the back of his head, as if he had been hit on the head by a rocket falling from the sky, and gasped in pain. He looked up at David in confusion.

"David, you...?"

Was he weakened by Lana's necklace? How could he be beaten so badly by his younger brother?

It shouldn't be...

"Looks like this hit was a bit too hard again."

A thought flashed through his mind, but David changed the subject without making a sound.

"Perhaps Clark was injured by Whitney and the others."

"Injured? Clark, you got beaten up?"

Clark was about to ask David what was going on when Jonathan and Martha pressed him with questions and concern, and he couldn't find another opportunity to ask David.

……

Under a sky full of stars, the farm houses a huge warehouse containing machinery and tools.

On the second floor, through the open window, Clark explained the whole story to his parents, finally putting their minds at ease, as he hadn't been harmed at all.

At least not from Whitney and the others...

A gentle breeze rustled through the wheat fields of the farm, creating a pleasant and peaceful atmosphere, just like before.

Clark sat by the window, gazing through the telescope at the unobstructed view a kilometer away, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

Through the telescope, in front of a house, a beautiful black-haired figure sat on the steps of the porch, enjoying the evening breeze, and writing an English report.

Most importantly, the green necklace was no longer around the figure's neck, which made him start to imagine...

Suddenly, a figure stealthily approached Lana's house. After taking a few photos of Lana from behind the bushes, the figure put away the camera, deliberately shook the bushes, hurriedly and shyly put down a gift box, and ran away.

Lana went over in confusion and opened the gift box.

Several butterflies with brightly colored wings and green, shimmering dust fluttered out, like a scene from a fairy tale.

She covered her mouth in surprise and looked out at the street, trying to find the person who had given her the gift.

"A suitor?"

Clark felt a pang of bitterness in his heart; Lana's charm was truly extraordinary.

He decided to see who the person who gave him the gift was and whether he recognized them.

"I remember someone asking my mother for three hundred dollars, saying he was very interested in astronomy?"

Suddenly, a voice came, and Clark was startled and turned around to look.

David slowly walked up the stairs, his expression strange and surprised.

"To be honest, when I first saw you looking out at the outside world with this thing, I thought you were searching for your homeland among the stars with loneliness and sadness after learning about your origins."

"But the result..."

He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the astronomical telescope pointing directly at a house.

Chapter 10 Everyone is a Sinner

"Although I am not entirely sure where I come from, this is undoubtedly my home."

Upon hearing David's words, Clark paused for a moment, his tone more serious than ever before, as if speaking to him as well as to himself, "I am certain of this, David, you, Father, and Mother are my family."

"That will never change."

Some things that were once taken for granted suddenly became things that Clark realized he should do everything in his power to cherish and protect after nearly losing them today—things like family and kinship…

"Thank you for today, little brother."

"Don't expect me to stop telling my mother what you're doing with this thing all day by saying a few nice words."

David was taken aback by Clark's blunt expression of his feelings, a man who was usually rather introverted, and looked away into the distance.

"This astronomical telescope was built to help humanity observe the magnificent and vast universe."

Instead of being used to spy on one's crush, so as to have material for daydreams.

“David, I have absolutely no such thoughts.”

Clark frantically tried to explain that he didn't have that thought.

"I see."

But David, who had thrown him into a panic by a single sentence, didn't give him the chance. He left with a clearly perfunctory remark and turned to leave.

[Clark's anxiety +7, embarrassment +4...]

Today was different from usual; a lot happened in a row, and the Kents and Clark experienced intense emotional ups and downs. David gained a lot of emotional insights as a result, and their level of integration improved further.

Template integration rate increased from 81% to 83%.

As the template progresses, it becomes increasingly difficult to improve the integration level, but even a small increase in integration level can bring greater power than the previous small increase.

……

A morning breeze swept through Smallville High School.

Sneakers glided nimbly back and forth, girls whispered among themselves and occasionally let out shy giggles, while boys raised their chins and boasted to their friends.

Unlike their usual campus life, the students' faces were filled with excitement and anticipation.

Tonight is the spring ball.

“You didn’t take the school bus with David again today, Clark.”

Pete asked Clark what was going on.

“Yes, there are some things. I saved someone, and he gave me a gift, but I couldn’t accept it,” Clark explained. “I went to return the gift this morning.”

This morning, without a word of complaint, he obediently followed his father's instructions to go to Lex Manor, exchange a few polite words with Lex Luthor, and then returned the pickup truck.

"what gift?"

Pete, who was interested, was about to ask further questions.

"That necklace is very important to me."

Faint sounds drifted over, and Lana, standing not far away, looked heartbroken and pale.

Whitney, standing next to her with a band-aid on her bruised nose and a red, swollen forehead, kept comforting his girlfriend and explaining things to her.

What happened to Whitney's face?

Pete was puzzled.

"Maybe he was drunk and fell down?" Clark explained awkwardly, glancing at David's nonchalant expression.

“That necklace was carved from a meteorite left behind after my parents died in a meteor shower when I was a child. My aunt left it to me so that I could remember my parents, but you lost it.”

"At the bar, some people got drunk and deliberately caused trouble. We fought with them, and afterwards we found that the necklace was missing."

Lana, I promise I'll find it.

Clark's exceptional hearing allowed him to overhear their conversation, and he frowned at Whitney's lying and deception of Lana.

Upon hearing about the origins of Lana's necklace, he hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and looked at David with pleading eyes, opening his mouth as if to say something.

"You're so kind, Clark."

David, slightly exasperated, already guessed what he wanted to say and turned to leave.

Although Thanos's super hearing is far inferior to that of Kryptonians, this distance is not a problem for him.