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

"Batman..."

Upon hearing this name, Clark, who had been silent and gazing out the window at the scenery, pursed his lips.

Yesterday, when I went to Gotham, I was so focused on finding clues to save my father that I didn't have time to think about anything else.

But what he saw and heard in Gotham confused him.

"Bruce Wayne, heir to the long-established Wayne family of Gotham, is worth hundreds of millions but has no superpowers. Faced with a corrupt and dark city and the safety of its citizens, he disregards his own safety and steps forward to fight crime."

After a brief observation and contact, he was somewhat impressed by Bruce Wayne's character.

"Without a doubt, Batman is a hero as we see it now."

But if that's the case, what role will I play in the future?

A look of doubt flashed in Clark's eyes; Batman was in the vision that Ms. Cassandra was projecting for her future.

But since he was on the opposite side, Batman chose to side with David and help David fight him.

Batman is good, so what kind of person will he be in the future?

Thinking of Kayla's words, the tribal prophecy, the destruction of the world, and the wicked nature lurking in her bones... Clark swallowed hard.

Probably not?

"Am I going to spend all my time watching David to prevent him from going astray, only to end up being the one who becomes evil and harms others in the future?"

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Clark?"

Seeing Clark shaking his head violently for no apparent reason, looking as if he was unwilling to accept it, David patted him and said.

"Don't tell me you're still thinking about Rickman?"

"No, Rickman, he..."

Clark snapped out of his daze, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Initially, he was understandably angry about Rickman's actions, believing that his brother, after the lynching, had begun to kill indiscriminately, but...

"These past couple of days, Chloe showed me a news article about Rickman."

Clark glanced at Chloe and Pete on the other side of the school bus and lowered his voice.

Paul, the director of the Metropolitan Environmental Protection Center, never accepted bribes, enforced the law rigorously, and fought against corruption. To this day, he still lives with his family in a cheap apartment in the Metropolitan.

"Director Paul is a truly respectable and kind person who genuinely cares about people's health."

But after meeting Rickman one morning and inquiring about pollution issues at his factory, he inexplicably jumped to his death.

"The news report included photos of the scene, showing his wife and young children lying on his body covered with a blood-stained white sheet, grieving and in pain."

The scene was so tragic it brought tears to one's eyes. Clark's voice was low, and he knew exactly what had happened.

"Rickman used his powers to kill a respectable, good man and destroy a happy family..."

Moreover, this is not the first time Rickman has done this; he has appeared in numerous news reports about suicides in the past.

Clark still has reservations about his brother David's lynching, but no longer believes Rickman is innocent and does not deserve to die.

"Next time you visit a stranger's house, take a look at the soles of your shoes."

"It's good that Clark has let this go. I have no interest in discussing a dead man with Clark any further," David simply reminded him at the end.

"The sole?"

Clark wondered why this was being brought up all of a sudden.

Pete suddenly came over from the other side.

Hey, have you heard?

Today's lesson.

"What's wrong with the course?" the two asked, puzzled. Was there anything different?

Pete looked around and lowered his voice with a slightly lewd tone.

"Didn't you look at the course schedule?"

A new female biology teacher has arrived at the school. She's mature and beautiful. Today's lesson is about understanding the sexes, and I heard they'll be showing some videos in class, you know what I mean..."

He winked at the two of them.

"Pete, can you stop acting like a baboon in heat?"

Chloe, who is skilled in internet technology, looked disgusted.

"And you."

"I don't understand, I don't understand."

Clark coughed, his face flushed, and quickly said he didn't understand.

David glanced out the window, pretending not to recognize him.

……

"Come in."

A heavy wooden door was knocked on, and Luther, who was handling official business, spoke up.

His new bodyguard captain opened the door and brought in the person he wanted to see.

"Manager Coro, Mr. Luther is waiting for you inside." A tall, well-built man in a black suit and sunglasses opened the door. He seemed to have encountered some good news today, with a smile on his lips, unable to hide his good mood.

However, if someone is influenced by their personal emotions while at work, it's hard to say whether they are a qualified bodyguard, let alone a bodyguard captain.

"I hope I haven't disturbed your work."

Leaning back in his comfortable executive chair, Luther extended his hand and said, "Please sit down, Mr. Corot."

“Thank you, Mr. Luther.” A middle-aged man with an honest face was amazed by the castle’s luxurious facilities. He walked over carefully as if afraid of breaking something, clutching the hem of his suit jacket, and sat down awkwardly in front of his boss.

Luther glanced at the new bodyguard captain who had bowed his head and closed the door, a mysterious smile flashing across his lips.

Chapter 70: The New Female Biology Teacher

Starting in the morning, Luther conducted a small experiment with the wish stone he had obtained.

He called a somewhat unreliable young bodyguard named Martial into his office.

"His words showed that he had high hopes for him and had discovered his potential and keen insight."

In short, it's an implication that the guy who can't stay still in the hallway should be promoted.

Under the other party's subtly excited gaze, Luther took out the wishing stone and played the role of a witty and humorous boss.

"Hold onto the stone and make a wish, Martial."

Perhaps my wish will soon come true.

The young bodyguard excitedly did as he was told.

But in reality, he had no intention of promoting the other person.

"Less than an hour later, the original bodyguard captain submitted his resignation."

She said her child was in a car accident, and that she had neglected her family while working in another city for many years. She wanted to resign and go back to be with her child and family.

Originally, any of the remaining bodyguards would have been more likely to take over the position of bodyguard captain, until he was walking normally in the manor that morning when a piece of gravel fell from the seven or eight-meter-high wall of the castle and almost hit him on the head.

If the young bodyguard hadn't seen him first and tackled him, he might be lying in the hospital right now.

"Mr. Luther, what brings you here?"

Sitting across from him at the desk, Koro said nervously.

I kept thinking back to whether there were any oversights or problems in my recent work at the factory.

“It’s nothing, relax, Mr. Coro.”

The thought quickly crossed his mind, and Luther smiled and started talking to the other person. His superior's kind and friendly tone gradually put Koro at ease.

He felt no gratitude toward Martial, but he suspected that if he didn't comply with the stone's wishes, who knew what might happen next.

"However, one case is not enough, far from enough."

A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Luther's eyes, but he smiled.

“Mr. Koro, I admire your recent work performance... You have managed the factory warehouse very well, and since you took office, there have been no more incidents of ‘items going missing’ in the warehouse.”

He had been thinking about it all night and had decided what he wanted to wish for, but he wanted to make sure that everything went perfectly before making the wish.

“It’s what I should do, Mr. Luther.” Corow scratched his head sheepishly.

"No, honest and outstanding people deserve to be rewarded, don't they?"

Luther stared into his eyes, deliberately giving a suggestive look, and slowly asked back with a smile on his lips.

"Whether it's a country or a factory, how can it gain the respect of its people without a reasonable system of rewards and punishments?"

Meeting the other person's wide-eyed gaze, as if struck by a tremendous surprise, he took out an ancient wishing stone from under his desk, like the ancient serpent in the Garden of Eden that was meant to inspire Adam and Eve, and whispered a tempting message.