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

He spread his black, bat-wing-like cloak and landed steadily on the ground. His cold expression kept strangers at bay, and his dark aura was like the thick, never-dispersing clouds over Gotham City in legends, making people feel unconsciously oppressed and fearful.

Clark initially doubted the reality of these future events, wondering if his brother had truly embarked on a dark path, but suddenly the scales in his heart began to tip.

He examined him closely and realized that this bat-like monster didn't seem like a good person at all, as if it were inherently isolated from light.

Are the people he hangs out with good people?

"Clark, our parents would be heartbroken if they saw this."

David frowned and raised his hand, as if preparing to do something.

click!

The screen suddenly shattered.

Clark's consciousness returned to reality, and the shocked Cassandra turned her head to look at him.

Cassandra opened her eyes, as if anticipating the end of the future, but immediately looked at herself in surprise, while David looked puzzled.

Why look at yourself this way, instead of looking at the future related to Clark?

Did he see himself looking like an alien in Clark's future?

"David, you...!"

Clark, who had just returned to reality, suddenly stood up.

……

A tall, robust chimney, tens of meters in diameter, stands on the ground.

The tiny figure, Sean, withdrew his palm from above with rapt attention. At his feet, a dozen factory workers turned into ice sculptures, their faces filled with terror.

Frost covered and froze the entire enormous chimney.

The alternation between cold and returning to normalcy, and each time he absorbs enough heat, his strength will reach a new level.

A feeling similar to being 'overstuffed' came over him, and Sean stopped what he was doing.

He now felt incredibly powerful!

He glanced excitedly at the dozen or so dented brass bullets on the ground; the bullets had already hit him so badly that he couldn't even scratch an itch.

He couldn't imagine how powerful he was now.

He picked up a crowbar from the ground that a worker patrolling the power plant had been using as a weapon.

Crunch!

A tooth-grinding sound.

The crowbar was twisted into a pretzel by the terrifying force.

"It's not the limit yet."

Sean pressed down on the twisted crowbar with both hands and exerted great force, causing steel-like mud to seep out between his fingers.

Upon seeing this, he was overjoyed and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Modern world civilization is almost entirely built on steel; there is almost nothing in the world harder than steel.

He is now powerful enough to shake the entire world, and even the police can't control him.

From then on, the town became his playground, where he could do whatever he wanted.

"Where should we begin?"

Go find a pretty girl and ask her if she'd like to experience the strength of your steel arms.

Do not!

A figure flashed through Sean's mind.

"David!"

Yesterday, that guy only gave him a look and said one sentence, and he ran away.

He uttered a name with resentment, "You think you're so great at fighting?"

Thinking about how he had left in fear and embarrassment in front of them yesterday, Sean, who had originally stopped thinking about the shameful incident, was now filled with uncontrollable anger and humiliation. He gritted his teeth and said, "I am no longer the person I used to be."

A few rugby players are nothing; he can now take on an entire heavily armed army by himself!

Leaving behind a field of lifeless ice sculptures, Sean clenched his fist and left the power plant, his face grim as he headed toward Kent Farm.

"I promise you'll regret treating me like that, David!"

Chapter 32. People Who Can't See the Future

"What's wrong with me?"

David looked at the two astonished people in the room and asked Clark in bewilderment.

"What do you see."

Cassandra might understand, since she hadn't seen his abilities.

But why did Clark look so surprised and frightened?

"you……"

Clark hesitated, his face showing struggle.

Should we tell my younger brother?

David, knowing how he would react to this future, was reminded that he must not become like the future, so he simply indulged himself and slid into darkness.

"Did you see that too, child?"

Upon hearing Clark's voice, the blind Cassandra turned her head toward Clark, who reacted with surprise, her voice filled with astonishment.

"Shouldn't I...have seen this?"

Clark hesitated.

“No one has ever seen this before,” Cassandra shook her head.

She uses her ability to foresee the future of others, but only she herself can see the future.

"Just like Mr. Ross who lost his car keys earlier, he needs me to point it out so that he can know what I predicted."

But this time it's different.

"Why... why?"

“We all know that you are different from others.”

"I..." Clark, whose mind was almost blank from the shock of what had happened, finally remembered in a panic that his abilities had been exposed and that his younger brother had also been found to be different from others.

"Don't be afraid, Clark."

Cassandra smiled gently as she saw Clark's face in the foreseeable future.

"I just realized that I've actually met you before."

"Has the lady seen me before?" Clark asked, puzzled.

When the old woman went blind, Clark was just an infant who arrived on Earth with a meteor shower.

David's expression changed slightly, and he vaguely guessed where the other party meant by "seen".

Cassandra paused abruptly, smiled mysteriously, and then said...

"Child, go and close the door."

A puzzled Clark walked toward the door.

A dark-haired figure, pressed against the wall near the door, heard the sounds coming from inside and quickly left.

Clark turned around and closed the door that Pete had casually closed when he left. He returned to the bedside but did not sit back down next to his brother.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Clark?"

Seeing the complex look in Clark's eyes, David wondered what he had seen in the future, and chuckled lightly, pretending not to care.

[Worry from Clark +32, Panic +30, Fear +25...]

He wasn't particularly interested in the future.

He doesn't really need anyone to tell him what his fate will be.

But seeing Clark's reaction, he couldn't help but be curious.

"Is Clark's current mood... like a super-enhanced version of his previous worry that I would go down the path of depravity?"

David's eyes flickered, and he keenly guessed what Clark might have seen.

But I still don't understand, how could his future turn out like Clark's fears?

The black-haired girl appeared from around the corner, frowned slightly as she looked at the closed door of the house, and was about to quietly go back inside.

"Kayla?"

Suddenly a clear voice rang out from behind.