DC: Starting with Superman’s Powers

Luthor Manor.

In the dead of night, the manor's lights cast a faint glow on its weathered brick walls.

Green moss clung to the bricks, and in the gardens below, several emotionless gardeners carried black body bags towards the manor's basement.

They were all lifelong employees of LuthorCorp, well-paid with excellent benefits. In other words, they were essentially "hereditary officials" in the Luthor "dynasty," tight-lipped and trustworthy.

Inside the manor now.

A grand, aged fireplace crackled with bright flames, the burning logs popping as they were consumed.

"So, he's still dead?" Lex leaned over a billiard table, gently pushing the cue ball with his stick.

Thwack.

Clearing the last ball, Lex stood up and looked at Jino, who was sprawled out on the sofa, enjoying a maid feeding him small oranges.

"Mmm," Jino bit into an orange, savoring the burst of sweet and sour juice in his mouth, speaking indistinctly. "That guy was too extreme. I don't think letting him live would have been a good thing."

Lex shrugged. To his intellect, the difference between a living and a dead test subject was present, but not significant.

"Alright, but what about Clark…" Lex tossed aside the cue stick, picked up a costly bottle of red wine from the table, took a sip, and then spat it out.

"Exactly, he's also a metahuman." Jino shrugged. "In the future, his achievements might reach a height unimaginable to humans, just like your intellect."

"I didn't realize you held him in such high regard." Lex raised an eyebrow. He considered himself the smartest person in the world, bar none.

"Because he saved your life. I gave him bonus points for that," Jino rolled his eyes.

"Speaking of which…" Lex scratched his bald head. "How do you think I should repay him?"

"Send him a fancy sports car? I remember high schoolers like those."

But Lex felt a headache coming on. He muttered to himself, "I remember when I was a kid, my old man tried to negotiate with the Kents to buy their farm."

"Even with an exorbitant offer, the Kents didn't agree."

For Lex, money wasn't an issue. Instead, owing a favor was more unbearable than death for someone as proud as Lex, so he was eager to repay the life-saving debt.

"I actually think we can get them to accept a gift," Jino chuckled.

Lex frowned slightly, recognizing Jino's expression.

Whenever this little brat wore that smile, his next words were always a taunt.

"Wanna bet?" Jino gently placed a finger on the maid's red lips, letting the orange juice remain on her mouth. "I can get the Kents to accept your gift."

The blonde, blue-eyed maid, understanding perfectly, gently extended her small tongue and gazed at Jino with seductive eyes, licking the orange juice from the corner of her mouth.

Lex crossed his arms, ignoring Jino's flirtation with the maid.

His younger brother might seem unrestrained, but he only flirts, he's not a scumbag. He's still a virgin, even now.

Lex mused inwardly.

He was still curious if Jino was telling the truth. He had met Jonathan, a righteous and stubborn man with his own principles.

To put it nicely, he was principled; to put it harshly, he was incredibly stubborn, like a stone in a latrine – stinky and hard. Yet Jino claimed he could get the Kents to accept a gift?

Lex remained skeptical.

"Alright, what are we betting?" Lex sneered, completely unfazed.

"We'll bet on the contact information for the assassins in your phone," Jino revealed his true intentions.

"You want to kill someone? You can just tell me who you want dead." Lex frowned. Honestly, he didn't want Jino getting too close to those people from the dark underworld.

"Not killing, just some things I need people to do," Jino shook his head, offering no further explanation.

In truth, he was just curious if his brother had the contact information for the famous assassins of the DC Universe.

For example, the League of Assassins, or even the renowned Deathstroke.

Why curious?

Because they were all walking sources of points.

As a man born at the finish line in Rome, Jino wasn't a madman intent on destroying or conquering the world. The education he received as an ordinary citizen in his past life in China prevented him from becoming a scumbag, but his determination to become stronger was unwavering.

There was no "strong enough," only "stronger." And to become stronger, he needed the negative emotions of powerful individuals to provide points – that was Jino's logic.

Lex, listening to Jino, frowned thoughtfully, but after a moment of consideration, the clever bald man nodded:

"Alright, I trust you can handle these things. Let's bet."

As he spoke, Lex turned his head, his gaze falling on the garage outside the window: "I think there's a Cadillac in the garage, isn't there?"

It was a brand new day. When Jino opened his eyes and woke up in a soft, three-meter-wide bed, the obedient maids had already prepared breakfast.

After having the steaming food served in bed, Jino ate some simple seagull egg rolls with milk, silently criticizing the unpretentious life of a capitalist.

Dressed, Jino picked up the Cadillac car keys from the table and, after a word with Lex, drove to school.

Passing Kent Farm, Jino happened to see Clark waiting for the school bus.

However, Clark seemed to be in a very bad mood, his face clouded as if someone owed him a million dollars.

As the car approached Clark, Jino also heard the System's broadcast in his mind.

Negative emotions from Clark Kent +50, +50.

"What's going on?" Jino was surprised. Clark's negative emotions were practically overflowing the System with gold coins this early in the morning. But then he remembered this was the teenage version of Clark Kent, and he had some theories.

For teenagers, it usually came down to three things: face, money, or girls.

Any of those could be why Clark was in such a bad mood.

Looking at Clark's dejected and downcast expression, Jino figured it was likely the last one. Poor, innocent Clark probably had his heart broken.

Lost in thought, Jino floored the accelerator.

The roar of the red SUV broke Clark's reverie. Last night, while routinely observing his goddess with a telescope, Clark had witnessed his goddess, Lana Lang, kissing Whitney, who had a broken arm in a cast. This had left Clark feeling absolutely miserable.

"Hey, Clark." Jino lightly pressed the brake, pulling the large SUV to a stop in front of Clark. He raised an eyebrow playfully and patted the passenger seat of the car. "Waiting for the school bus again?"

He was joking, of course. Clark was a walking score machine; he couldn't let him get away!

The red SUV stopped in front of Clark, and Jino turned off the engine, then pushed open the car door.

"For you." Jino tossed the keys he was holding, walking towards Clark.

"What?" Clark looked bewildered, his right hand instinctively catching the car keys Jino threw.