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

"Call me Lex. You saved my life, Clark."

Lex Luthor was dressed in an expensive silver-gray suit. He looked young and had an elite and capable demeanor. Only a hint of the frivolity and arrogance of a rich second-generation remained between his brows. At this time, he was not yet the cold and steady billionaire and ambitious man he would become in the future.

Even if you refuse my gift, I don't want you to become too distant.

Clark readily agreed and chuckled.

"What are you doing here, Lex?"

He felt a certain fondness for Lex, who had given him a pickup truck as a thank-you gift.

Why can't I be here?

Do you think I should spend all my time in nightclubs, luxury stores, and sports car dealerships, constantly spending money like water and partying?

Lex Luther asked in a humorous reply.

"Stop joking, Clark. Can't I go for a walk if I'm feeling a little down?"

"Even a billionaire's heir can come to the countryside for a stroll like an ordinary person, wander around the market, buy some hot dogs and fruit, and try to cheer himself up?"

David raised an eyebrow and said calmly.

"Isn't the vast, green golf course of the Metropolitan Area enough to relieve your boredom?"

Taking a walk in the countryside, we bumped into each other by chance and had a pleasant conversation. How delightful!

Clark had a vague feeling that his younger brother didn't seem to like Lex Luthor, and he was a little puzzled.

But he felt a little guilty towards Luther, in addition to some goodwill towards him.

When he returned the pickup truck to Luther Manor last time, he chatted with Lex Luther for a few minutes.

When asked about Lex Luthor's baldness, he said it was because more than ten years ago, his father brought him to this small town to inspect a fertilizer plant, where they encountered a meteor shower. After being exposed to the radiation from the meteor shower, he lost all his hair.

"Although I was scorned by my father and ostracized by my classmates who thought I was a freak because of this, it doesn't matter. It taught me a lot, such as how being alone helps with thinking."

Cattle and sheep travel in herds, while wild beasts often roam alone.

Clark still remembered Luther's words, which, though spoken with a nonchalant and contemptuous air, clearly showed that he hadn't completely let go of the past.

"Who is this?"

“My brother, David,” Clark introduced.

"Your brother? Hello, David."

Luther glanced at David, greeted him, and sighed with a gloomy expression.

"The golf club in the Metropolitan area is great, but I don't want to go back there for the time being."

Before I escape being the laughingstock of everyone.

"What's wrong, Lex?"

“My father believed that the offspring of lions should be brave and diligent.”

He spoke with a self-deprecating tone.

"Perhaps because I had reached an age where I had not yet produced any results that would satisfy him, he exiled me to this small town to manage the town's fertilizer plant."

The Luther Group's assets are spread throughout the United States, especially in metropolitan areas where its presence can be seen in almost every aspect of life, from food and clothing to housing and transportation.

This is not the way to cultivate a successor for a large corporation. Instead, they should be transferred away from the core of the corporation, which is fraught with complex affairs, and put in charge of a small fertilizer plant in a remote town.

Many people in the upper echelons of the metropolis have heard how spoiled the Luther family's son has been since childhood.

His father had spent enough money to build several newspapers and prisons from scratch to keep him out of the news and jail for those deeds. Now, realizing he was hopeless, the shrewd and cold-blooded old bat, Lionel Luther, finally gave up on him.

"If you manage the fertilizer plant well, your father will probably let you go back sooner or later."

When Luther mentioned his childhood experience of being neglected and exiled by his father, Clark's expression shifted slightly, and he offered words of comfort.

"I heard that your father only has one son, you."

"Perhaps, but I think it's better to run a fertilizer plant whose potential is already predictable."

Why not start a new track?

Luther composed himself and smiled.

"Modern car glass originated from a failed chemical experiment, and Coca-Cola, found all over the world, can be traced back to a doctor's attempt to create a headache-relieving syrup..."

"Clark, David, do you know how many huge business opportunities started out as inconspicuous, like seeds buried in the soil, but were later discovered, watered, and nurtured by those with a keen eye, and grew into towering trees that countless people look up to?"

He spoke eloquently to the two of them, as if he were recounting his ambitions and goals.

"So you came to the countryside to look for seeds?"

Clark joked.

"Have you found the seed, Luther?"

David also said something, slowly.

"Not yet, but whatever you're looking for, the most important thing is patience, isn't it?"

Their eyes met, and Luther chuckled suavely.

It must be said that, putting aside his unknown spoiled brat deeds, Luther received a good upbringing from a young age. His manners and demeanor were refined, making people feel comfortable and leaving a good impression on them. They could have a pleasant conversation with him.

"Oh? Really?"

A cold glint flashed in David's eyes. He felt that Luther believed he had found the seed and was now in the process of digging it up.

That seed is the one who was hit head-on by an out-of-control sports car traveling at over 200 miles per hour, crashed through the concrete railing of a bridge, and plunged into the river, yet remained unharmed—Clark!

Today might just be the beginning of their investigation.

"Clark, David, you need to go back and get some more fruit."

Jonathan and Martha returned with joy on their faces after successfully closing a deal.

"A customer who is throwing a party has taken a liking to our fresh fruit, but we don't have enough fruit right now."

David and Clark stood up, and Clark introduced Luther to his parents.

“Mr. Kent, Mrs. Kent, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Lex Luther extended his hand in a friendly and warm manner.

Jonathan paused, shook his hand politely, and then turned to his two sons.

"You need to hurry up, don't keep the customers waiting."

He didn't seem to want to talk to Lex Luthor at all.

Luther still wore a bright smile that revealed his white teeth, but it seemed to have become slightly stiff.

"Okay, Father."

David smiled, agreed to Clark's request, and left.

"It seems my father doesn't like Lex Luthor."

On the way out of the market, Clark asked in confusion.

"My father's animosity toward the Luther family has a long history."

Before the Luther Group acquired a large amount of land through various means and built the fertilizer plant, the river flowing through the town near the plant hadn't yet turned green, grass still grew along its banks, and the soil wasn't yet grayish-black and smelly.

David sneered.

"Now……"

An indelible scar has appeared on the map of the town.

“But that wasn’t Lex’s fault.” Clark felt he couldn’t implicate Lex, who couldn’t even do elementary arithmetic at the time.

"Hi, Clark, David."

As the two chatted and were about to drive away from the market, they suddenly bumped into Chloe and Pete, who were also out for a spring outing. The two waved happily and came over.

Who wouldn't love to go for a walk in the spring, on a sunny day with such fresh air?

Chloe took a deep breath, feeling very happy.

After a few words, Pete seemed to suddenly remember something.

"By the way, have you seen Grek?"

"no, what happened."

"You might not believe it, but yesterday Grecker knocked Whitney unconscious at the school gate and she ended up in the hospital."

Police arrived at the house and found Greke's mother murdered, her body wrapped in a spiderweb-like substance, while Greke was missing..."

He looked around and lowered his voice, making the atmosphere suddenly strange.

"You mean...Greek killed his own mother?"

Clark frowned, incredulous.

Would anyone kill their own mother?

“Generally speaking, that’s impossible; that’s what the police suspect.” Chloe shrugged. “Maybe his appearance has changed drastically because he has a mental illness, then it’s no longer impossible.”

"Anyway, if you run into Grek, be careful."