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

As Whitney turned and walked towards the farmhouse, Clark looked shocked. He flashed in front of her, blocking her way, and hissed, "You've become someone else, Whitney!"

He couldn't understand.

Although he had always been Whitney's rival, Whitney was just a bit arrogant, rude, and concerned with saving face, but she would never do something like this.

"Jealousy is one of humanity's original sins, and it's very difficult for people to learn to overcome it..."

Not interested in how Whitney had become like this, but only in hearing that he was going to harm his parents, David's voice turned cold, and a purple glint appeared in his eyes, "Turning bad is very easy!"

Bang!

A purple energy ray shot past Whitney's legs and slammed into his feet.

Like a missile strike, the earth rippled and a crater more than two meters deep suddenly appeared. Whitney was not injured, but her footing gave way and she fell in.

"You can actually shoot lasers from your eyes like a robot."

David, you've truly opened my eyes.

David flashed to the edge of the pit, and Whitney stood up from the bottom of the pit, her eyelids twitching with shock. She looked up and met David's gaze.

"But do you think this will stop me?"

Clenching her fist, Whitney triumphantly used her alternating layers of reality and illusion to walk into the mud, like crossing a river and stepping up the riverbed.

"The force that could collapse skyscrapers wouldn't harm you in the slightest. Your ability is quite remarkable, a combination of the real and the unreal."

Seeing this, David remained expressionless and spoke slowly.

"I just don't know if you've noticed, but you're still breathing."

Many people subconsciously ignore the fact that humans need to breathe, but he didn't.

Whitney's human nature remained largely unchanged; he could not fly, could not counteract gravity, and most fatally, he needed to breathe!

Snapped!

Whitney paused, staring at the expressionless David. A sense of foreboding washed over her, but she gave a cold smile.

"So what? Can you lock me in a box and suffocate me?"

"What can hold me back?"

He paused, his tone mocking, and lunged forward, trying to plunge his hands into David's chest to grab his heart, but unsurprisingly, he missed again.

"Or are you going to suck all the air out of my eyes in one breath?"

Everyone needs to breathe; that's hardly a weakness.

"I don't have that ability."

David dodged a few meters away and used cosmic energy to emit high-temperature rays that swept across the surrounding area.

laugh!

"Well……"

The intense heat made the air thin and sparse within dozens of meters around him. Whitney had just "emerged" from the ground, and after taking only a few more steps, he immediately found it difficult to breathe and collapsed to his knees. He clutched his neck as if he were poisoned, his face turning red.

“But I have another way to achieve the same effect.” He paused, then continued calmly.

"I...I can't breathe, help...help me!"

Crawled desperately on the ground, trying to escape this sparse place. Whitney's face, bruised and purple, was pleading. The fear of death washed over him like a tidal wave, and he trembled involuntarily as he struggled to reach out his hands to the two men.

"David?"

Having almost grown accustomed to his brother's cruel methods, Clark hurriedly tried to rush forward to help Whitney, who was suffocating.

But as soon as he got close to Whitney, the tattoos made of kryptonite solution instantly turned him back into an ordinary human, or even worse. Instead, he began to faint from weakness and lack of oxygen.

A few seconds later, David turned around and brought out the unconscious Clark. As for Whitney, who was on the verge of death, he glanced at the tattoo on his wrist and looked away indifferently.

"The interplay of reality and illusion, tattoos..."

"I...I don't want to die."

As her vision blurred and she suffocated in agony, Whitney's consciousness gradually faded, and the last thing she saw was David's cold face.

He suddenly felt extremely regretful, realizing he shouldn't have come to teach the two brothers a lesson, but it was too late.

Bang.

Whitney's outstretched hand, pleading for mercy and help, fell limply to the ground, and she gradually stopped breathing.

……

"Why, why did this happen!"

The bright mirror was smashed to the ground; the antique bronze mirror shattered and disappeared deep into the ground.

Behind the desk, Aikins was screaming like a shrew, her voice hoarse and extremely unpleasant.

Even though she is now incredibly strong, fast, and her body is stronger than steel and impervious to bullets, and submachine guns are like toys in front of her, like a real god, it cannot make up for what she has lost.

"This is completely wrong!"

In the ancient and elegant study, Luther's eyes held a love deeper than the sea. He stood by like a servant, devoted and uncomplaining, as if he wouldn't hesitate to offer his heart even if Atkins asked him to.

Even though Atkins's face was now incredibly ugly, her body bloated, her skin as rough as sandpaper, and her voice as unpleasant as a vulture's cry, she was like a monster that could stop a child from crying.

She gripped the stone tightly in her hand, her eyes sharp.

"Is this the wish that the wishing stone granted for me?"

No, I can't accept that, I want to make another wish!

"Wait a minute, something's not right."

Aikins suddenly thought of something.

Chapter 73 Meteorite Ink Formula

After Atkins wished to become a goddess like Aphrodite.

She felt her body growing stronger and stronger, gradually becoming extraordinary, like a true god.

But as a result, her appearance and skin became increasingly ugly and rough, and her voice became hoarse.

"Wait a minute, something's not right."

Unable to accept that her once-proud appearance and figure had become like this, Aikins desperately wanted to wish to return to her original appearance.

But then she suddenly realized something was wrong, and her face darkened as she looked at the wishing stone in her hand.

If you wish to become a goddess, you should never end up like this.

Could it be, as Luther said after she made her wish, that making a wish with this magical stone might come at a price?

"And the price I paid for making this wish was to lose my beauty!"

Aikins touched her face in disbelief.

If I wish to regain my appearance and body shape, will I lose other things... such as love, lifespan, or eyesight?

Wouldn't this lead to an endless cycle, and she shouldn't be allowed to make any more wishes?

"you!

I want you to wish that I have the beauty and figure of a goddess…

Aikins's eyes changed, she turned her head and pointed at Luther.

Although her appearance became ugly, her allure was stronger, more than a hundred times stronger than before, like a true goddess of love and beauty who could make all beings fall in love.

A smug smile crept across her lips; she was going to make Luther pay the price for his wish.

“My dear Miss Atkins, although this request may be a little presumptuous, may I also make a wish for myself?”

Luther's eyes were filled with infatuation, as if he had forgotten that the wish stone with infinite magic originally belonged to him, and he made a request to Atkins.

What do you wish for?

Aikins immediately became alert.

It wasn't that she suspected Luther had broken free of control, but rather that he had actually made demands of her.

Love can make people blind, but it won't turn them into mindless puppets. The other person will still consider their own interests, only when it doesn't involve her.

“I was standing right in front of him, and he was still thinking about himself. I can’t believe how selfish this guy can be when he’s normal!”

Her eyes darted around, and a strange look appeared on her face.

"It's a wish I've had for a long time."

A longing gleamed in Luther's eyes.

"I want to have a brain with the world's greatest scientific talent."

He makes no attempt to hide his thoughts from the person he loves.

"That's all?"

Aikins was taken aback; she was afraid that Luther would use the wish stone to wish for something like directly possessing her heart.