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

Luther remained unperturbed as he watched Luther pocket the money he had extorted from him.

"It feels good to beat the famous Luther father and son."

After putting the money away, he said something that sounded like an adult scolding a child, then turned and left with a smile, his hand about to touch the doorknob.

"This is the only copy I'm giving you. From now on, behave yourself, Lex Luthor."

“If you walk out of this door now, I guarantee you will immediately vanish from this world.”

Luther put down his glass and, with a smile, uttered something chilling.

"What do you want? To kill me for this little bit of money?"

Nixon turned around and asked dismissively.

"Trying to blackmail a billionaire heir? Did you think I wouldn't be prepared?"

If he doesn't go back on time, his email will automatically send reports to major newspapers. And is $100,000 really worth Luther killing someone?

He wasn't greedy; he only asked for a small amount.

No, you will live a good life.

But there is no longer any evidence of your existence in the world. He shook his head.

"what are you saying?"

“Driver’s license, passport, bank account, even tax records, all gone.”

Continuing to browse the news on his computer, Luther spoke casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"One phone call, and there's no longer any evidence that you ever lived."

"Mr. Luther, are you trying to scare me?"

"Call the bank to see if your account is still active."

Seeing someone who doubted the common sense that the sun rises every day, Luther looked up at him.

"If you still have your phone number."

He took out his phone, wanting to make a call, but Nixon couldn't dial the number no matter how many times he tried.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, his face turned panicked, and his voice became shrill with tension.

"how did you do that?"

Chapter 30: Trouble, Madam

"Don't worry, Mr. Jack."

In the manor office, Luther leaned forward, his arms crossed, like a prehistoric crocodile finally revealing its gaping maw, and sneered, "A wonderful new life awaits you."

“I…I’m called Nixon.”

"That's in the past. I'll give you a new identity. Your surname will be Jack. What should your given name be?"

Baker? Benson? Maybe we should just call him Johnson.

His tone was as if he were deciding what to eat for lunch, freely weaving the future of his life. Nixon felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, a chill running down his spine.

"What profession do you have? Assassin, drug dealer, gangster, or terrorist?"

They all have identities that inevitably lead to being wanted for murder.

"Listen, I can give you your money back."

He swallowed hard and quickly put the bag on the table.

Family, work, friends... he couldn't accept that everything he had built up in the first half of his life had left him.

Was my money like this from the beginning?

Luther raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Nixon hurriedly and nervously took out the money from the bag, stacking it back in its place. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking at Luther with a tense and fearful expression, as if he were looking at a devil whose words could decide his life and death. He gave Luther an ugly smile.

“Mr. Luther…”

"You think you can blackmail me?"

Do you think I'm some spoiled brat who needs my protection?

Luther rose slowly and forcefully, his expression like that of a demon ready to devour its prey. His voice suddenly rose, making Nixon tremble and almost kneel down in fright.

"You're not the first person to think that way. The person I made disappear has never appeared again!"

"What kind of people do you think are in charge of this country!"

“Mr. Luther… what do you want me to do?”

As if facing a massive wave that could smash him into a pulp at any moment, Nixon was terrified and begged for mercy in a trembling voice.

"You're one of the best reporters in the metropolis, and your access to information about the grassroots is even better than mine. I need you to investigate some things for me covertly!"

"You...please say it."

"There is a family in this small town who run a farm named Kent."

Luther turned and drew back the curtains, letting in light, but it couldn't illuminate his dark eyes.

"I need their information, down to the smallest detail!"

"I will."

Nixon nodded eagerly in agreement: "I will definitely take care of it for you."

"besides……"

“Anything else, Mr. Luther?” Seeing Luther turn around and glance at him, he quickly lowered his head, like a loyal servant.

"This is a magical town."

Luther's lips curled into a smile as he looked out at the manor again and spoke softly.

"Although I only stayed for a few days, I saw a corner of her mysterious veil, which made me yearn for her."

First, there's Clark, who was hit off a bridge by a sports car traveling at 200 mph but escaped unharmed and even had his life saved.

Then, a high school girl, who somehow managed to transform into his appearance to rob a bank.

And then there were the strange things circulating in the small town that he had just seen online.

"I want to know everything about her mystery!"

“You will get your wish, Mr. Luther.”

After dismissing the reporter he had just taken in as a dog, Luther watched him drive away, slowly took a sip of his drink, and chuckled softly.

"Thank you, Nixon."

Fortunately, it was someone as foolish and cowardly as you who discovered one of my vulnerabilities beforehand, rather than some other, more troublesome guy.

And you just happened to be there when I was short-handed.

……

"What are your names, gentlemen?"

In the nursing home, Cassandra, with her white-haired hair and cataracts, smiled kindly.

“My name is Clark.” “David Kent.”

Clark gave his name first, and David followed suit.

"The Kent brothers?"

"Move over a bit."

The gentle-looking old woman pointed to the bed not far away.

"Madam, I've heard that you can foresee the future?"

The two sat down. Clark glanced at his younger brother, believing that after encountering several ability users, he now shared the same thoughts as him. He turned his head and hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "Is it true?"

Who wouldn't be curious about the future?

Especially knowing that this prediction of the future might not be fake.

"When it first happened, I thought it was a curse, a hallucination."

Whenever I have physical contact with someone, uncontrollable scenes of events flash before my eyes.

Cassandra laughed.

"Later I realized it was a gift from God to make up for me."

Clark was surprised.

The old woman in front of me seemed completely unconcerned about hiding her abilities, speaking casually to someone she was meeting for the first time.

He began to have some doubts: was the other person really an ability user?

Only liars are eager to show off and talk eloquently.