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

What kind of existence was this inhuman figure before him? Clark stared directly at the figure that was half a body taller than him, and looking into his eyes, he felt as if he could hear the screams of thousands of worlds before they were destroyed.

But no one could make him lose the courage to throw a punch. He gritted his teeth and angrily threw a punch at the person in front of him.

A huge gray hand easily grabbed his arm. Clark looked up in surprise and met Darkseid's indifferent eyes. He yanked the hand away.

Clark was like a lion facing an elephant, his body slammed heavily to the ground, the steel floor of the spaceship dented and created a deep crater.

"Your Majesty, there is an intelligent life form on this spaceship."

Disadard manipulated the virtual image on his wrist and reported.

“He wanted to communicate with the outside world, but I blocked the signal.”

"Deal with him."

Darkseid gave the order.

Desad waved his hand, and his Parademons quickly inserted viral weapons specifically designed to target intelligent life into the ship's control room.

"Karl, let's go!"

Jor El appeared, but after taking only two steps, the image malfunctioned, and his body seemed to be eroded by red lava, deformed, twisted, and vanished completely.

"No!"

Clark yelled, unable to accept it.

Although he didn't know whether the intelligence possessing Jor-El's memories and thought patterns counted as his real father, it was the only thing his parents left him.

"Interesting, a Kryptonian baby who landed on this planet was adopted by a native farming couple who also had a son who occasionally develops new abilities."

Darkseid's gaze seemed to see through everything, as if he could see into Clark's past memories.

"He's the one who killed my son and defeated the mantis and the steppe wolf?"

“Look me in the eye, Clark Kent.”

The enormous hand grabbed the astonished Clark, a strange red light flashing in his eyes.

Like two red lights on a distant coastline shrouded in fog, Clark, whose emotions were in turmoil, felt a moment of disorientation as he looked into them. His eyelids felt as heavy as a wet blanket, and the voice of the Dark Lord seemed to come from afar, or perhaps from the depths of his heart.

"Submit to me, son of Krypton, and clear the way for my conquest of this world."

Clark's expression subtly changed. A deep darkness invaded his heart, and with a fierce look, he looked up at the sky, suddenly crashed through the spaceship, broke the sound barrier, and flew home at high speed.

"The Kryptonians will buy you some time to retrieve the remaining Mother Boxes for me."

Darkseid gave the order.

Having acquired the Omega Effect, he not only has the ability to emit Omega rays from his eyes that can completely obliterate life, but also has other additional abilities, such as energy explosions, molecular reconstruction, soul manipulation, and telepathy.

Controlling the will and mind of millions of lives is as easy for him as eating and drinking.

But that's far from enough for him. What he needs is for the entire universe to submit to him, and only the Anti-Life Equation can help him achieve that!

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Dessard accepted the order and led an army of Parademons, along with the All-Female Nemesis team, which his kind grandmother had trained, to the coordinates where the Mother Box was located.

Breaking through the hull of the warship, Darkseid floated outside with his hands behind his back, the howling wind and snow lashing against his rough, dark skin, which was as hard as rock.

"I don't like this place."

Aside from the inability to see the sun, the Arctic's unchanging cold and ice are the exact opposite of Apokolips, the home planet of the Dark Lord, who was born from lava and poisonous fire.

laugh!

With a strange sound, Darkseid's eyes shot out thick, dark red Omega rays that bent and struck the earth, unleashing terrifying heat.

The eternal ice and snow melted, evaporating before they could flow into the earth. From above, the white of the Arctic landscape quickly faded, turning into a dark red.

The entire surface of the Arctic continent, which had not been seen for countless years, was exposed to the air, with lava churning, the earth cracking, and hot, sulfurous steam rising into the sky.

The familiar environment caused the endless stream of Parademons rushing in through the portal to roar and cheer, and then they followed the opened teleportation portal to attack cities all over the world.

"For His Majesty Darkseid!"

……

Kaka!

The pieces of firewood were split in two.

At his home on the Kent farm, David, who was chopping wood, frowned and looked out at the distant horizon.

"Clark?"

Clark's flight speed had rarely been so aggressive. He flew without any restraint, churning up the clouds and leaving a long hole in the atmosphere of the Arctic and the Americas with his powerful airflow.

Bang!

The earth seemed to be blown up like a calm sea, as if bombarded by a missile. Dust and waves shot into the air, reaching a height of more than ten meters. Clark landed heavily on the ground, his face grim as he straightened up.

"Don't come any closer, Mom and Dad!"

The loud noise immediately drew Jonathan and Martha out of the house, and David keenly sensed that something was wrong with Clark.

"What's wrong, Clark?"

He had never seen Clark with such a fierce and indifferent expression on his face, like a heartless killing machine.

Meanwhile, in Metropolis, Gotham, Midtown, Fawcett City... in every city, swarms of Parademons emerged, attacking every living creature in sight.

"A monster, it's that kind of monster again!"

"The aliens from Apokolips are back! Help!"

Everyone scattered in terror, and cries, howls, and despair filled every corner of the earth.

The sound of locusts flapping and rubbing their wings echoed in all directions, and crimson blood enveloped the sky. The Parademons slaughtered and destroyed with abandon, piercing through tall buildings and collapsing houses, as if the end of the world had arrived.

“You need to be eliminated, David Kent!”

In front of the farm, Clark, with a gloomy demeanor and murderous intent, suddenly threw a punch, which David blocked with a raised hand. However, the violent attack caused a hurricane that tore up the farm's lawn, and the blast wave shattered the windows of the houses.

David easily caught Clark's punch, who seemed to be under his control. He glanced back and thankfully, the light rings on his father Jonathan and mother Martha's hands had activated their protective functions, and neither of them was hurt.

The couple stared blankly and anxiously at Clark, who had suddenly attacked David, calling his name, not understanding why he had suddenly attacked his brother.

"Clark!"

"Could it be that he has come into contact with the red meteorite again!" Father Jonathan thought of a similar scene in the past.

"No, it's not about meteorites; it's much more extreme."

David turned to look into Clark's eyes, and saw only a dense, impenetrable darkness, like a non-human monster, completely different from the state he had been in when he was affected by the red kryptonite.

"You need to wake up, Clark, after doing this in front of your parents!"

David punched Clark in the face, sending him flying backwards towards the Metropolis like a cannonball.

"It's not just Clark who has problems."

He then looked toward the city and heard cries and screams from within, as well as the rampaging Parademons.

Not only the metropolis, but everywhere David could see with his all-seeing gaze was being destroyed and slaughtered by the war from Apokolips.

Darkseid? Is that you?

Clark's bizarre return from the Arctic, coupled with the global Apokolips attack, instantly made him realize what might have happened.

The Dark Lord has descended; he must be in the Arctic.

David looked toward the Arctic continent. He had long anticipated this day after killing Kalibak, but he couldn't help feeling a little heavy-hearted.

"Earth has the anti-life equation that Darkseid has been longing for, and he will come sooner or later."

Darkseid was more terrifying than any enemy he had ever encountered before—an ultimate darkness that made the entire universe tremble with fear.

"son!"

Martha stepped forward with great concern.

"It will be alright, Mother."

After turning his gaze away and offering some words of comfort to the two, David sped off to catch up with Clark.

"However, let's deal with Clark's problem first."

First, to avoid worrying his parents again; second, to prevent Clark from causing further damage. He didn't care about the lives of other strangers, but Clark was different.

If he regains consciousness and learns that someone died at his hands during the time he was incapacitated, he probably won't be able to accept it.

"That punch just now..."

Recalling Clark's attack, which was much stronger than usual, David quickly arrived above the metropolis. His eyes narrowed, and just as the dense army of Parademons was about to pounce, a powerful and terrifying gravity field swept across, clearing the entire area above the city.

All the golems were struck by the invisible, raging wave with a force of tens of thousands of tons, and they all exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Like crushing a group of ants, David's eyes searched for Clark, whom he had knocked away.

With a piercing, mournful sound, a massive golden globe statue, the iconic statue atop the Metropolitan Planet Daily Building, was hurled with overwhelming force.

David's expression remained calm as the golden globe crashed through several buildings and slammed into the ground in another block.

"You need to be corrected, David!"

Clark then appeared, charging forward with overwhelming force, raising his fist and roaring.