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

The television broadcast channel that had just aired was cut off.

"What just happened?

I think I saw Superman and the Transcendent questioning someone?

Lex Luthor?"

"It sounds like he detained the aliens who attacked Earth?"

Behind countless mobile phones, faces filled with surprise, excitement, or doubt sent out messages.

"Aliens aren't protected by law, I never knew.

So, aliens have no human rights on Earth?"

"Conversely, Luthor is human and protected by human law. In a sense, it seems Superman and the Transcendent are violating the law?" someone awkwardly commented, unsure of what to say.

"The screen went black, did the Transcendent make a move?

He doesn't seem to have the same deep reverence for the law as Superman, completely disregarding whether he's breaking it."

The live broadcast, transmitted by a television station under the Luthor Group, went black, sparking more intense discussion and attention. Everyone was eager to know the outcome of the incident.

Immense pressure caused the camera to shatter.

Luthor was lifted into the air, as if being squeezed together by several mountains, the bones in his body emitting cracking sounds under the unbearable strain.

He glared at David, his voice struggling to escape through his clenched teeth.

"Do you think you can really crush me like an insect!

What's so great about manipulating gravity!"

With hundreds of superpowers available for his temporary adaptation and use, Luthor's strength was far from limited. Electric light shot from his eyes, his entire body rapidly transforming into a humanoid form composed of powerful electrical currents. He hovered in the air, looking down contemptuously at David.

"Can you still control me now!"

David frowned. The gravity field was a restraint on the intangible, lacking a solid form.

Transformed into a living current, Luthor easily withstood the gravity he exerted.

"Mass creates gravity, and current is formed by the directional flow of electrons.

Although electrons have mass, it's negligible."

Luthor raised his hand and unleashed an electrical attack comparable to lightning that could melt steel, scorching the air as it fiercely bombarded David.

"If you want to affect me in this form and hinder my actions, you can talk about it when you can tear apart the Earth with a wave of your hand!"

"You're right."

As the dazzling current, like the cawing of crows, assailed him, David didn't move. He let the current strike him, absorbing it in an instant, and commented with some emotion.

"But it's been a long time since I've experienced such a weak attack."

After facing Ares, God of War, Ocean Master Orm, and Zod, such a weak attack reminded him of his encounters with metahumans when he was in Smallville.

He recalled how Luthor had shown particular interest in that down-on-his-luck scientist who studied meteorites.

Ching!

"If I'm not mistaken, Luthor's myriad of abilities likely originated from those people in Smallville who were mutated by Kryptonite radiation."

Having guessed the source of Luthor's abilities, David raised his palm. A torrent of scorching purple cosmic energy erupted, piercing the sky and striking Luthor fiercely.

The electrical currents that formed his body were annihilated. Luthor screamed as if being subjected to a thousand cuts, sent flying backward by the impact.

In his current form, he had escaped David's gravity abilities, but it also rendered most of his other powers unusable, effectively disabling ninety-nine percent of his capabilities.

However, there was no other way; at least this way, he could still resist.

Stabilizing himself in mid-air, Luthor charged into the bunker. He ripped off a thick cable and began absorbing the electrical current stored in the entire bunker, which was used for scientific experiments. His body grew larger as he absorbed the electricity.

Three meters, ten meters, fifteen meters.

Luthor's body quickly reached a height of one hundred meters, becoming as massive as a hill. He swung a colossal fist towards Clark and David.

"You bunch of alien insects, this is a human world."

But he was like a hollow, paper-thin giant. Clark dodged his fist and shot through Luthor's chest like a bullet from a gun.

A large hole appeared in his chest, his back arching outwards. Luthor's eyes bulged, and he angrily swung his fist again at David.

David caught the fist, which was larger than his own body, and held it firmly. He activated his energy absorption ability, transforming into an energy black hole as the electrical current in Luthor's body was rapidly siphoned away.

He rapidly shrank in size, like a deflating balloon.

Buzz~

A powerful telekinetic force tore a corner of the bunker, lifting it into the air. Dozens of tons of rebar and concrete debris were hurled at David under Luthor's control.

David fired energy beams from his eyes, slicing through the bunker.

The current Luthor had absorbed was like water poured into the sea, absorbed by David. His body quickly returned to normal size.

What was terrifying was that David had no intention of letting him go.

"No, no!!"

His eyes widened, and the Mind Blast, capable of turning tens of thousands of people into imbeciles in an instant, condensed and struck David's head. But it was like a surging tide hitting an unshakeable dam, having no effect.

David's icy eyes showed no ripple.

"Superman, are you just going to watch him kill me!"

As his body began to shrink, Luthor shouted cunningly, actually begging Superman, whom he had always wanted to destroy or capture, for help.

He wanted to use Clark's kindness again, to make it his greatest life-saving charm.

In mid-air, Clark clenched his fists, a struggle visible in his eyes, and his body moved.

"Think about what Luthor almost did to Metropolis last time."

Seeing Clark about to rush over to separate him and Luthor, David spoke unhurriedly.

Last time?

Pausing, Clark's expression changed.

Last time, Luthor had used Clark's personality and abilities to design a situation where a high-speed train carrying thousands of passengers, rigged with bombs, caused him to collapse from exhaustion, nearly making him an experimental subject at the mercy of the military.

But what Clark cared about wasn't these things, but the thousands of innocent citizens Luthor had used as bait. He struggled to stop himself after rushing out a short distance.

Last time he'd luckily stopped that train, but what about next time?

"If you let Lex Luthor, that unscrupulous guy, keep living, who knows what else he'll do."

David said.

"Don't forget, you owe this city."

Because of David's reminder, and remembering the disaster Metropolis had just experienced due to him bringing Zod here, and then hearing Batman's words echo in his mind, Clark's spirit jolted. He gritted his teeth and slowly turned away, not looking at his brother's murderous scene.

"Superman, your mind has been corrupted!"

As the last of the current was absorbed, his cheeks sunken, Luthor's eyes widened in despair.

"No...!"

"Is that your final dying word?"

The trick that had always worked for Luthor to save his life in the comics failed for the first time, and David's expression was cold.

Clark didn't feel much about Luthor using his kindness to scheme against him, but he felt angry about it.

However, his killing intent wasn't that strong, otherwise, he wouldn't have come to find Luthor now.

"It's just that Lex Luthor is too cunning and despicable, doing things without scruples. Letting him live is a hidden danger."

He wasn't afraid of Luthor's schemes and tricks.

"But I'm afraid that as Luthor opposes us and his contact with me and Clark increases, he'll uncover our true identities."

Smallville was just an unremarkable small town near Metropolis, but after Luthor failed to deal with David and Clark several times, he would eventually target the town, the meteorite's landing spot, to dig up their real identities and find their weaknesses.

Those so-called weaknesses were Jonathan and Martha.

David would never let such a thing happen. His hand, like a vise, grabbed the weak Luthor's neck, and he coldly absorbed his last currents.

"Life is a hot day, death is a cool night."

Luthor was almost reduced to a dried corpse. In his last breath as death approached, a strange tranquility appeared on his face. He recited a line from Heine's poetry, a sickly smile curving his lips.

"Alexander has been remembered by the world for thousands of years.

I wonder if the world will still remember me, Lex Luthor, in a thousand years."

He stared intently at David and Clark, and after saying his last words, his head drooped.

"I am about to walk into the night, but the name Lex Luthor will never be silenced!"

David's eyes flickered. With his hand, he released purple cosmic energy, completely destroying Lex Luthor's corpse.

He didn't want Luthor's body to remain, to become a sensational headline in the newspapers, frightening his parents when they saw it.

And it was also to prevent the cunning Luthor from faking his death.

No one knew how many abilities he had mastered through biological modification.

Ensuring that not a single cell of Luthor's corpse remained in the world, David pondered his previous words.

"What did he mean?"

Clark flew over, his expression a complex mix of confusion.

Just now, as the superhero in everyone's eyes, the Son of Tomorrow representing hope, he had allowed his brother to kill someone in front of him and stood by.

Luthor's words before his death were clearly pointed, but he couldn't grasp their specific meaning.

"Did he leave some plan, create some big news, and make humanity remember him forever through unforgettable trauma?"

He speculated, leaning towards the worst-case scenario.

"Lex Luthor was a vain ambitious man.

He wouldn't want that kind of fame."

David shook his head, grasping at a sliver of possibility in his memory, and murmured softly.

"A clone?"

In the comics, Luthor was known for his cunning mind and advanced technology, opposing Superman.

Among the technologies he mastered, cloning had always been one of his sharpest weapons.

Luthor's technology had even reached the point where, after a period of time, he could perfectly clone the son of Krypton.

Bizarro, who became stronger by consuming Kryptonite, was one of his experimental products.

"In one world, Batman once stole Luthor's cloning technology and cloned himself in large numbers, wanting Batman to become a symbol that would never vanish, always remaining at his strongest at twenty-seven years old, deterring all evildoers.

Luthor also transferred his consciousness into clone bodies multiple times to escape death."

Information about Luthor's cloning technology surfaced in David's mind.

But judging from Luthor's tone just now, it didn't sound like a consciousness transfer.

"He probably hasn't mastered that advanced technology yet."

Most likely, he was leaving the opportunity to create the name Lex Luthor, a name that would be recorded in human history, to his clone.

"A laughable reliance..."

David couldn't understand Luthor's intense obsession with leaving his mark on human history at all.

"Even if you leave behind a replica, you won't be able to stir up any more trouble."

Luthor probably left behind a backup plan: once he died, an underground base somewhere would automatically initiate cloning.

But with Jor-El, who could monitor the entire globe, unless Lex Luthor's replica avoided all human technology that could eavesdrop or surveil, he would be immediately caught.

"At that point, it would just be a matter of killing him again."

...

After dealing with Luthor and rescuing the two Kryptonians, they went to the North Pole together to lock them in the Fortress of Solitude. David and Clark returned home and rested for a few days.

The start of university was approaching.

For other families, this should have been a tense and exciting day, with children entering university life for their studies, signifying their transition into adulthood.

But at the Kent farm now.

"What did you say? You want to take a leave of absence?"

Martha, having just finished feeding the farm chickens, returned inside to drink some freshly brewed coffee. She couldn't believe what she had heard and almost spat out the coffee in her mouth.

"Martha, calm down. Let them speak first."

Jonathan quickly soothed his agitated wife. After a moment of silence, he gazed at his two sons, subtly showing support for their decision.

"What are you thinking? Are you serious?"

"Dad, you don't seem surprised at all?" David asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

For anyone else, it would be a cause for great anxiety if their hard-raised sons suddenly decided to take a leave of absence after getting into university.

"Well, it's because my two sons here have done more than just save the Earth more than once. It's given me a big heart."

Jonathan smiled and joked in a humorous, calm tone.

In the living room, Clark scratched his head and earnestly stated his thoughts.

"I don't think university can help me with anything anymore.

And it would take up too much of my time."

The knowledge taught in university could be fully learned by him in less than an hour.

If all he wanted was a diploma that would help him find a good job and earn a good income, he could have become the hottest rising star in American football by the age of eighteen, earning tens of millions a year.

He needed more time to patrol the skies of Metropolis as Superman, to protect this city that had just suffered a disaster because of him!

A flicker of guilt crossed Clark's eyes.

"It's pretty much the same for me."

David spread his hands.

He was indifferent to university life.

He couldn't tell his parents the truth: the two ancient civilizations he ruled already consumed some of his energy, requiring him to maintain stability and extract emotional points from time to time. He didn't have spare time for a leisurely university life.

"O... Okay."

Seeing that both her sons were insistent and considering their unusual circumstances, and not being unreasonable parents, Martha, following her husband Jonathan, also agreed.

Although she suspected their relatives and neighbors might have some opinions, they didn't care about such things.

Without needing to attend university, the pressure of time immediately eased.

Just as David and Clark were about to enjoy a leisurely afternoon, a message suddenly arrived from the Fortress of Solitude in the North Pole, a reminder from Jor-El.

"You might need to come to the North Pole.

Zod seems to have attracted some attention.

Someone in the universe is searching for the signal of Kryptonian ships with powerful technology and is heading towards Earth."

This is the update for the 3rd, and it was posted a minute late, becoming the early morning of the 4th. There will be a 4k update on the evening of the 4th as well. I won't go back on my word, and I'll slowly make up for the overdue updates.

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