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

"Who are you?

A Terran?"

Faora scrutinized him.

Clark kept appearing in her searches, displaying strength no less than that of an ordinary Kryptonian warrior.

However, none of the powerful races in the known universe matched his characteristics.

"What else?"

David replied.

"You weren't on the list of people General Zod summoned,"

Faora said coldly.

"Summoned?"

David scoffed.

"You openly fly your ships over Earth, arrive uninvited, and you speak of summoning?

This is Earth, know your place!"

Faora, clad in black armor, sneered at the audacity of a native from a backward civilization speaking so rudely to a Kryptonian officer. She was about to retort when Zod's voice suddenly came through her transparent force field helmet.

"I understand."

She nodded to the comms channel, then glared at David, her voice filled with warning.

"General Zod is curious about you. You are permitted to board the ship with Kal-El."

"I hope you won't do anything foolish."

David acted as if he hadn't heard her.

Zod had dozens of subordinates, most of them high-ranking officers from his rebellious faction. Ordinary soldiers wouldn't have been imprisoned in the Phantom Zone with him.

With so many Kryptonians gathered, even he had to take them seriously.

"Fighting in space would be more advantageous." As he boarded the warship with Clark, David looked out the porthole at the space illuminated by the starlight.

Moreover, if a battle broke out on Earth, the destructive power of dozens of Kryptonians would be too great, potentially causing many casualties.

"A word of warning.

Our atmospheric composition is highly toxic to those who aren't sufficiently strong."

The ten-meter-long ship was absorbed into the colossal mothership hanging in space. Before the hatch opened, Faora crossed her arms and glanced at David, her posture filled with arrogance, as if waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

"You can still retreat now."

"Whether I'm strong or not is none of your concern,"

David said calmly.

Breathing? He didn't need to breathe at all.

Besides, what kind of environment could be so harsh that it could kill an Eternal just by breathing its air?

Hiss!

With a puff of steam, the hatch opened. Before a massive, transparent viewport stood a tall, imposing figure, hands clasped behind his back, facing space and basking in the warm sunlight.

"Kal-El, I've finally found you."

Zod turned, his voice resonant and powerful, like the clash of steel.

"Living on this backward planet, you probably have no idea how far we've traveled to find you."

"Are you Zod?"

Clark frowned.

The man before him was different from his imagination. Besides the strong, powerful physique he'd expected, Zod didn't appear particularly warlike or brutal. A deep sorrow was hidden in the lines of his majestic face, like a general constantly worried for his nation and his people.

"He is General Zod."

Upon hearing Clark's impolite tone, Faora immediately corrected him sternly.

"You should use a title of respect!"

"It's alright, he's not familiar with our customs yet."

Zod waved his hand, appearing very approachable.

"Zod?

Are all your people on this ship?"

David surveyed the seven or eight people inside the cabin.

Using his force field senses, he estimated there were a few dozen people on board.

He didn't want to miss anyone during the upcoming battle and cause further trouble.

"Our home planet has been destroyed.

Along with its destruction, we were accidentally released, we sinners imprisoned by the council."

Zod stated the actual situation without reservation, exuding immense confidence in his every move.

"What you see of me is all that remains of us Kryptonians."

Even with only a few dozen people left, he was confident he could easily conquer Earth.

"That's good then."

David smiled and stopped wasting words, beginning to manipulate the force field. An intangible power started to open a passage between Earth and the Moon.

"David, I don't feel right."

Dizzy and disoriented, Clark swayed, stumbling. As he was about to fall, David caught him, frowning as he looked at Zod.

Poisonous gas?

Is there poisonous gas in the universe that can easily incapacitate a Kryptonian who has bathed in the yellow sun?

"Kal-El, you have lived on this planet for twenty years and have completely adapted to it.

Tragically, as a Kryptonian, you are not adapting to our Kryptonian atmosphere."

Zod's expression was slightly displeased.

"The ring."

David reminded him. Clark quickly took out the ring and put it on. The Green Lantern Ring detected that its master was injured and activated its healing function. At the same time, a green light enveloped his head, forming a helmet like an astronaut's suit.

"Green Lantern Ring..."

Zod recognized the ring and narrowed his eyes.

"You actually recognize it."

David seemed slightly surprised.

Krypton had long ago implemented a policy of isolationism, no longer exploring outer space and only staying within their planet. Contact with the Green Lantern Corps should have occurred at least ten thousand years ago.

"There are many wondrous things in the universe.

My heart has always yearned for the stars."

Zod said slowly.

"Yearning for the stars? More like yearning for conquest and colonization of other worlds."

David said coldly.

"I've seen the video data about you on that planet.

You possess nearly our strength. Which cosmic race do you belong to?

Xenians, Durians? Daxamites?"

Surveying David and their similar appearances, Zod, with a hint of interest, listed several powerful cosmic races.

He still couldn't believe David was an Earthling.

How could such a weak and backward planet give birth to such a powerful life form?

"None of them."

The spaceship suddenly jolted. The others looked around in surprise, and David smiled.

He happened to know about all the powerful races Zod had mentioned.

Xenians were the race to which the cosmic hunter Starbreaker belonged. They possessed super strength, speed, and many other abilities, with strength close to Kryptonians, and also had the ability to be immortal.

Durians, having lived in extremely harsh environments, evolved the ability to mimic the powers of other races.

And Daxamites, who lived in the same star system as Krypton, had powers that were almost a carbon copy of Kryptonians. It was one of Krypton's oldest colonies, but their Kryptonite was lead.

"General, we're being pulled by a force field and have deviated from our orbit!"

Suddenly, the spaceship veered off Earth's orbit. The spaceship's operator quickly reported.

He sat at the control console, trying to manipulate the ship to resist the tug of the immense force, but it was futile.

The hundreds-of-meters-long mothership spewed intense engine flares, as if grasped by an invisible giant hand, and was rapidly and forcefully pulled away from Earth.

"The target is—the far side of the Moon!"

"You did this!"

Zod's expression turned cold as he looked at David, who was mentioned as having the ability to manipulate force fields.

"Zod, Earth does not welcome you."

David's face was icy.

He had just connected the gravitational fields of Earth and the Moon, sending the mothership towards the far side of the Moon, where there was no sunlight.

As for why he didn't help him eliminate Parallax or scare away Sinestro with the sun, it was naturally because the power source of these guys came from the sun.

"Take him down!"

Zod gave the order in his fury.

Several Kryptonian warriors clad in battle armor lunged at David.

"Not a chance!"

Although Zod's objective was unclear, based on his attitude from the start, Clark didn't believe Zod and his group were here with the sole intention of retrieving their people. He threw a punch at one of the warriors.

David stood his ground, his eyes unleashing cosmic energy. The purple energy torrent, carrying immense impact, sent several Kryptonian warriors flying as if struck by an out-of-control truck. They slammed hard into the spaceship's hull, causing the entire mothership to shudder.

"This has nothing to do with you.

You are not my target."

Glancing nervously at the ship, Zod stared at him coldly, clenching his fist.

There was a planet-altering device inside the spaceship, crucial to the grand plan of rebuilding Krypton. If anything went wrong, it couldn't be repaired with the current materials.

"Leave this planet, and I can pretend none of this happened."

"I prefer this planet to remain as it is."

As David spoke, the moon arrived. The massive mothership heavily impacted the moon's cold surface, kicking up lunar dust that surged for miles.

The Kryptonian warriors inside the ship stumbled, unable to stand steadily.

Only David and Clark remained airborne, maintaining their composure.

Bang!

Clark punched through the hull and glanced at the unfamiliar far side of the moon outside.

"What should we do now?"

"Stop!"

Before David could answer, the enraged Zod lunged forward. His steel-like fist struck Clark's head, the violent force shattering the isolation barrier constructed by the ring as easily as breaking glass.

Clark's head felt like it had been hit by a satellite falling from the sky. His eyes rolled back, and he was sent flying backward through the hole.

As Zod moved to attack David again, David swung his fist, unleashing a torrent of purple energy with terrifying heat that engulfed Zod. The impact sent him flying into the distance, like a skipped stone, bouncing off the lunar surface several times in short, violent collisions before landing hundreds of meters away.

"General!"

Seeing Zod attacked, the loyal Faora and several Kryptonian warriors roared and charged at David.

Once they moved, their speed was incredible, especially on this planet with much lower gravity than Earth. They were like flashes of lightning.

But the moment they entered David's ten-meter radius, their speed plummeted as if they had entered a swamp.

Not wanting to continue fighting inside the ship, David leaped up, breaking through the ceiling above him. He ascended into the air, looking down at them.

Zod feared the planet-altering machine inside the spaceship would be damaged, and he was also very interested in Kryptonian technology.

"This must be the culmination of your Kryptonian civilization's final technological achievement!"

Zod had scoured former Kryptonian colonial outposts for various technological representatives. This mothership was the Noah's Ark of Kryptonian technology.

"The armor these Kryptonians wear, which can resist their mutual attacks, and the World Engine that can alter planetary environments and gravity – these are top-tier technologies anywhere in the universe."

"Even if only we Kryptonians are left, you cannot look down on us!"

Looking up at David, Faora roared in anger, and she and the other Kryptonians leaped out of the hole, charging at David.

David engaged them in a fierce battle. The deafening roars echoed, and the lunar surface was gouged with numerous craters. The intense heat melted the ground into vast expanses of lava.

These Kryptonians had bathed in the yellow sunlight filtered by their armor, reaching astonishing levels of strength, speed, and other physical attributes. While they hadn't yet developed other abilities, their strength was already world-shattering.

Despite being surrounded by dozens of Kryptonian officers, David remained composed. His fists, capable of shattering mountains, landed on him but felt soft and powerless. With a counter-attack, he sent them flying far away, smashing into craters on the moon.

However, he couldn't gain a decisive advantage; the battle wasn't one-sided.

Meanwhile.

Zod, who had been blasted away, got to his feet and looked at his chest armor, which was slightly reddened from the burning. He turned to look at Clark, who had flown up nearby.

"Kal-El.

Hand over the Codex!"

He leaped forward and threw a punch. Clark mustered all his strength to resist, engaging him in a heated battle, barely fending off his ferociously sharp attacks.

"What Codex?

I don't know!"

Raising his arm to block Zod's powerful punch, Clark knelt on one knee and grunted. The hard lunar rock ground beneath him shattered as if struck by a meteorite, cracks extending for dozens of meters.

The Son of Krypton's body had not yet developed to its peak strength.

In contrast, Zod was already an adult, and with his genetic predisposition as a commanding general, his strength was even greater than Clark's.

"Before Krypton was destroyed, your father, Jor-El, took advantage of the chaos, broke into Krypton's life genesis chamber, and stole the Codex, which stored the DNA information of all Kryptonians.

Without it, Krypton cannot be rebuilt!"

Zod punched furiously, sending Clark flying.

"You want to rebuild Krypton?!"

Clark gritted his teeth and looked up, his abdomen throbbing with pain.

"I don't know if there's some misunderstanding here.

I've never seen any Codex."

After learning he was an alien from beyond the stars, he had already turned the ship that brought him to Earth upside down. After all, it was the only thing connecting him to his home and parents.

Clark had hoped to find something else from his parents on the ship besides the black crest, but he found nothing else.

"Impossible.

Are you telling me Jor-El risked his life to steal the Codex just to die with it?

He must have hidden it on the ship that brought you here."

Zod, enraged, kicked out. Clark blocked and grabbed the kick with both hands. He spun and kicked again, his movements agile and sharp, sending Clark flying backward.

"With your fighting skills, on Krypton, you wouldn't even qualify to be a corporal!"

Zod approached with terrifying momentum, grabbed Clark by the collar, and lifted him off the ground. He was agitated and contemptuously belittled him without hesitation.

He felt a flicker of unease, followed by rage born of panic.

Kal-El didn't look like he was lying. If the Codex hadn't been sent to Earth, how could he rebuild Krypton!

"Then how about this!"

Pushed back repeatedly and battered, Clark's eyes glowed red with fury. His scorching Heat Vision blasted face-to-face against Zod's force field helmet, causing his head to snap back and him to stumble backward.

Clark pressed his advantage, his attacks striking Zod several times. Visible white shockwaves erupted, kicking up lunar dust for hundreds of meters around.

"Listen to me, Zod. If you want to rebuild Krypton.

Perhaps I can help. We don't need to resort to fighting each other at all."

Holding Zod down on the ground, Clark yelled while repeatedly smashing his fist into Zod's head.

He was also Kryptonian. If it was just about rebuilding a homeland he had never seen, he would be more than happy to help.

Boom!

A Kryptonian warrior was sent flying, dragging a long gash across the lunar surface. David floated in mid-air and said coldly.

"Clark, do you know where they plan to rebuild Krypton?"

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