I'm Superman's Brother, But I Got Thanos's Template

Chapter 133: Are You an Earthling? (4k2)

"I am your father, Kal-El."

Kal-El's intelligent projection paused before continuing.

"Or at least, his consciousness, his projection. My name is Jor-El."

"Kal-El, is that my name?"

Clark felt a sense of unreality. The answer he had sought for nearly twenty years was now within reach. Thinking he would even get to see his biological father, he opened his mouth, unsure where to begin. "I... I have so many questions."

"My son, there's no need to rush.

I will answer all your questions."

Jor-El's eyes were filled with kindness and patience.

"We have plenty of time."

...

"I found them, Mom and Dad."

In the evening, a cool autumn breeze blew across the farm.

At the dinner table, Clark, who had smiled unconsciously at the corners of his mouth after a few bites, suddenly spoke.

"What?"

His father, Jonathan, paused his soup spoon and looked at his son in confusion.

David's Lantern Ring had been returned to the house after being handed over to the Atlanteans for research on charging. Seeing Clark's unprecedented joy and peace, he knew what he was talking about.

"Thank you, brother."

After thanking David, Clark then looked at his parents and explained with joy.

"My people, my parents, I know my origins!"

Jonathan froze.

Martha's mouth widened in disbelief, seemingly caught off guard by the astonishing news.

"Wow, that's... that's really great."

As she spoke, she became a little silent, as if she wanted to ask something but didn't dare.

"What's wrong, Mom and Dad?"

The dinner table suddenly fell silent, and an overjoyed Clark was a little confused.

"That's wonderful, Clark.

You've found your origins, found where you belong."

Jonathan, who never smoked, suddenly felt the urge to light one up at this moment. He patted his pocket, and as if finding nothing, felt a little lost. His voice was muffled.

"Mom and Dad, you don't need to worry.

Clark isn't going anywhere."

After this simple sentence, the two were immersed in the sudden news, unable to calm down for a long time. David comforted the couple, telling them not to worry.

Their son, whom they had adopted for twenty years, had suddenly found his homeland and his relatives. The next step would inevitably be to return to his homeland, to that distant alien world, to return to the place where he rightfully belonged.

But Krypton was long gone, having exploded into cosmic dust.

"My homeland was destroyed by the explosion of the planet's core.

My birth parents also died in that explosion."

From Jor-El, Clark learned the answers to all his questions, such as who he was, why his parents separated from him, and why he was sent to Earth.

"The only thing they did before they died was send me to Earth, to save me from the disaster."

"Don't be sad, child. Although I never met your parents, I can imagine they must have been great parents."

Martha got up and hugged her somewhat melancholic adopted son, gently stroking his head. Jonathan looked into Clark's eyes and comforted his elder son.

...

In the United States, at the Space Agency's Space Detection Station.

"General Swanwick, I think you need to see this."

The tall, imposing Black general was anxiously led into the room by the head of the department. On the large screen in the room, an unidentified flying object was floating near Earth's orbit.

"What is that, Doctor?

A comet or an asteroid?"

"Comets don't correct their orbits, General."

Swanwick's gaze swept over the technicians in the room, each with an uneasy expression.

After all, the last thing that had visited Earth from space not long ago was not a good thing, and it had almost turned the people of a city into skeletons.

"It's too huge. Even amateur astronomers can see it through a telescope. Before it causes panic, I must notify you first."

The person in charge said nervously.

"Have you tried contacting them?"

Swanwick, who had been living disguised as a human in the human world for many years and held a high position, narrowed his eyes.

Black, hard, with a hint of iron-blooded will, that seemed to be a Kryptonian style spaceship.

"We sent out signals, but they haven't responded yet."

Mentioning this, the person in charge's voice held a hint of panic.

Sometimes, silence could also convey an attitude, such as contempt or disdain.

At the very least, flying a spaceship to another race's planet and ignoring their friendly greetings and inquiries didn't seem like a visit from a guest.

"What does it want to do?

A spectacular landing? Or... looking for someone?"

Swanwick thought of the young Kryptonian who had recently learned to fly and was soaring through the skies above Metropolis.

"Prepare yourselves, Earth may be facing a challenge," he turned and ordered.

...

After dinner, as usual, Mother Martha was washing the dishes.

Father and sons sat on the living room sofa watching television.

On screen, an intense football game was suddenly interrupted, and an emergency news bulletin was broadcast.

A picture of a spaceship near Earth's orbit appeared. The host, with a panicked expression, was broadcasting the shocking breaking news that a spaceship from a technologically advanced alien civilization had been discovered near Earth's orbit. Before he could finish speaking.

Father Jonathan sat up straight, stunned.

"That's... that's a Kryptonian fleet flagship."

Clark, however, recognized the ship at a glance, looking somewhat astonished.

Didn't his father Jor-El's holographic will say that Krypton was destroyed and all Kryptonians, except him, had died in the explosion?

"Zod really came after all."

David raised an eyebrow.

At the dinner table, after hearing Clark recount what happened after he activated the spaceship in the Arctic, he had anticipated this moment, but he hadn't expected Zod to arrive so soon.

"Impatient to reclaim the Codex and rebuild Krypton!"

Zzzt!

With a burst of static, the house suddenly went dark.

"Power outage?"

Martha walked out of the kitchen, wiping her wet hands in confusion. She then saw that the TV seemed to be broken, displaying static, with a voice repeating an audio clip as if calibrating.

"You are not alone."

Father Jonathan took out his phone, and even the phone screen was playing this message.

"You are not alone."

"It's a global signal intrusion."

Clark listened intently for a moment. He saw that television stations in different countries and regions were broadcasting the same message in different languages. His expression turned to shock as he sat up straight, knowing who the 'you' in the message was referring to.

"Could it be that I'm not the only surviving Kryptonian in the vast universe."

"Son, is that spaceship looking for you?" Jonathan asked, astonished.

"It should be... yes." Clark's expression became solemn. He instinctively looked at his younger brother, his voice heavy as he urged him to prepare for battle.

"David, we might need to be ready."

"Don't you want to greet your fellow countryman who traveled from afar in a friendly manner?" David said.

After meeting his father, Clark seemed to have matured considerably. He was no longer as impetuous, understanding the value of his own life and the mission he bore.

"Jor-El sent Clark to this planet, hoping he would guide this new race, similar to Kryptonians, and lead them forward as they took their first steps on Earth, helping them through potential calamities and becoming a symbol of hope."

"They might not have come with friendly intentions."

Facing his parents who looked at him with confusion, Clark shook his head.

"My father, Jor-El, told me how decadent and rigid Krypton had become before its destruction. The mechanical and rigid class structure was etched into our genes; manipulators were always manipulators, and soldiers were always soldiers.

Those who could pilot aircraft carriers for interstellar expeditions were at least high-ranking officers before Krypton's destruction.

And the ones who could command high-ranking officers..."

As the former army of the Kryptonian empire that had almost conquered the entire known universe, their conduct and habits were cold and iron-blooded. Combat and conquest flowed through their veins like blood. Their arrival might not be good for Earth.

"I am General Zod.

I come from a distant planet, crossing the vast expanse of the galaxy to your world, because one of my people is hiding among you."

On the television, the static formed Zod's blurry image. His unhurried tone contained an irresistible authority.

"Kal-El, Earthlings appear similar to us, but they are not the same.

If you truly care about the fate of this planet, then you should play hero on this world, play some games of make-believe.

I give you twenty-four hours to come out and surrender!"

Receiving the telepathic warning from Zod, Clark gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Things had indeed developed into the worst-case scenario he had anticipated.

They were threatening him with the entire planet.

But this was not an empty threat.

"It only takes a few Kryptonians who have basked under a yellow sun to possess the power to destroy worlds," David said, looking at him with a smile.

"What do you plan to do?"

"You don't seem worried at all, David?" Clark was taken aback.

"Aren't the enemies clearly defined?" David spread his hands. "What's there to be afraid of? I grew up with their kin for over twenty years; I know exactly what capabilities they possess."

Clark was speechless, unsure of what to say. However, David's relaxed demeanor did manage to ease the almost stagnant atmosphere in the house.

"Clark! We don't understand their objective."

The oppressive image on the television cut off, and the light bulbs illuminated the room once more. Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief, placing a worried hand on his son's shoulder, urging him not to act rashly. The word "surrender" used by the aliens made him realize that these people harbored clear hostility towards his son.

"But we have no choice." Looking at his mother, who had raised him and whose eyes were filled with worry, Clark's voice was heavy as he made his decision. He looked at his brother. "I can't let Earth be threatened because of me, especially when you and David are here on Earth."

...

The alien invasion of all electronic displays, broadcasting a message to Earth and speaking directly to Superman, ignited worldwide discussions.

"Superman, he's really an alien!" The rumors that had been circulating were now confirmed.

"What is his purpose for coming to Earth?" Some anxiously adopted a defensive stance, believing Earth would fall into danger because of Superman.

Humanity's home planet and the lives of billions were threatened with destruction by aliens due to Superman.

"Hand over Superman! Earth cannot be harmed. Why should we bear all of this!"

"Oh God, is the end of days upon us!"

"Superman has brought disaster, attracting dangerous attention from across the stars. He is the source of calamity! General Zod must take him away, otherwise, this will not be the only time such a thing happens!"

"What about the Transcendent? He might be an alien too! Such a powerful being could never be human. Why didn't that alien general mention him? Could he be another alien?"

Some people defended Superman, stating that he had saved many lives on Earth and made many people's lives better. He had even saved a city alongside the Transcendent. Were they going to abandon their hero now?

However, the few voices speaking up for Superman were drowned out by the overwhelming tide demanding his surrender.

"Humanity has a shining side, but most of the time, it is ultimately selfish." Under the morning sun, above Metropolis, Clark frowned as he looked at his phone, scrolling through online discussions about the incident. David glanced at it and said, "This is humanity, Clark. Will you be disappointed by this?"

The two of them hovered above the city's edge, awaiting Zod's arrival. Clark had changed into a new outfit, no longer the youthful Superman costume with the blue short-sleeved shirt and red cape. He wore a form-fitting battle suit woven from dark blue, high-density material, designed to withstand damage during combat, exuding solemnity yet maintaining approachability.

"I can hear the voices of the entire continent without a phone. If this is all it takes to defeat me, you think too little of me, David," Clark said with a smile, putting away his phone. He then became a bit melancholic. "You shouldn't have come, brother." He looked into the distance, his super-vision able to see that the Kryptonian mothership in near-Earth orbit had dispatched a vessel, which was flying towards them. Given that they could invade the entire planet's electronic devices, with eyes and ears everywhere, how could Zod not know that he and David had appeared above the city?

"If there's danger later, don't mind me."

"You seem to have lost confidence in yourself."

David said, "And you don't think I can handle them either."

Clark had indeed become more mature than before, but under his influence, Zod's arrival on Earth had been advanced significantly, and without experiencing many events after his father's death during the original plotline, he wasn't as mature or resolute.

"A Kryptonian's talent and ability are determined from birth.

A warrior's son is a born warrior; a repairman's son can only do repair work by nature.

And I am the son of a scientist…"

Clark frowned and clenched his fist.

He was prepared for battle, even sacrifice. But he truly had little confidence in winning this fight and did not agree with David's previous assessment.

"You can't crudely assume my strength is the same as Zod's."

How many scientists who spent all day in a laboratory could a well-trained warrior fight? Perhaps a dozen wouldn't even be a problem.

"You underestimate your potential too much, Clark."

A black spaceship flew over from the distance. David showed no signs of being on high alert, slowly chuckling.

"And you underestimate the strength of a scientist too much."

Jor-El was indeed a scientist, but he was a scientist who defeated Zod with a set of martial arts. If he hadn't looked up in relief as Clark's spaceship flew away and given up resisting, Zod might not have been able to kill him.

Hiss!

The black spaceship hovered in mid-air, its hatch opening.

A heroic and sharp-tempered female adjutant stepped out of the ship, standing on the descending hatch.

"I am Faora. The General has been waiting for you for a long time, Kal-El."

She looked at Clark, who wore the El family crest on his chest, and knew he was Kal-El.

Clark frowned, remaining silent.

"Who are you?"

Faora's scrutinizing gaze fell upon David, who was in the air beside Clark. She frowned, her tone carrying a hint of surprise.

"Are you an Earthling?"

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