I am the younger brother of Superman, but I got the template of Thanos

"David, Clark, today we are going to sell fruit at the suburban market of the town. You will have to help load the car later."

On a rare holiday, my mother’s call came from downstairs.

The wooden stairs at his feet responded to his mother's call. David casually thought of yesterday's events while walking down the stairs.

Greg, whose image in the school has changed drastically, seems to have a genetic mutation.

"His heartbeat is much slower than normal."

However, there are many genetically mutated people in this town, so as long as you don't provoke him, that's fine.

Sit at the dining table.

Jonathan soaked his cereal in milk and ate his breakfast.

David didn't like cereal, so he ate the warm bread and smeared blueberry jam on it with his dining knife.

"Clark!" Seeing that her eldest son hadn't come down yet, Martha shouted upstairs again.

Bang!

There was a dull sound upstairs, followed by a sound like breaking wood.

"When did Clark get angry out of bed?"

Jonathan was stunned for a moment and said.

It sounded like something had been destroyed by Clark.

"Are you okay, Clark?"

Knowing her husband was just joking, Martha shouted upstairs.

"I'm fine, mother, I'll be down soon, just..."

Upstairs, Clark's voice sounded a little panicked.

After a while, he sat at the dining table with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, like an embarrassed child who had gotten into trouble.

"The bed in my room needs to be repaired."

"Your bed is broken? What's going on?"

There was a hint of doubt in Jonathan's eyes.

Puberty is a time when the human body develops rapidly. Could it be that the son's strength has increased again and he can no longer control his strength?

"I just woke up and found that my body was floating in the air. After being frightened, I fell down and broke the foot of the bed."

Clark frowned, looking slightly resistant.

How could a person fly? Another ability he had that was different from ordinary people appeared, which made him feel bad. It once again reminded him that he was an alien and that he did not belong to this family.

And will something uncontrollable happen to him next?

"float?"

From super strength, super defense, to super speed... although the couple who had already experienced this were not help but surprised.

Flying has been the dream of mankind since ancient times.

Martha, who was attentive and keen, noticed his emotions, grabbed her son's hand, and said in a gentle voice: "Clark, no matter how many unique talents you have, you are our son."

"Since it is your innate talent, you can master it, son." Jonathan said with a serious tone, trying to give his son confidence: "Don't be afraid, you are not the only one who can fly in the world, there are countless birds. Also enjoying the sky freely.”

The young Superman seems to be beginning to awaken the ability to fly, David said without surprise.

"I thought it was something else."

"What?" Clark couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing. When I got up, I heard some noises next door, like someone talking in sleep and chanting someone's name."

David swallowed the bread in his mouth, and his casual tone greatly embarrassed Clark at the dinner table.

Because before waking up, he was also flying in the dream, flying all the way to Lana's house and above her bed, floating and admiring Lana's beautiful sleeping posture.

He swore he didn't do anything before he was woken up, but this dream was somewhat charming.

"You actually read it out loud?"

It must be that on the way home from school yesterday, I had a rare long chat with Lana and tried to comfort her, so I dreamed of her at night.

"Someone's name?"

Martha was confused, "Clark, did you have a nightmare?"

She remembered the last time Clark was almost beaten by Whitney.

"Nothing, mother.

It's getting late, let's finish breakfast quickly and load up the car to go to the market. "

Clark's face turned red, he choked on his milk, and changed the subject guiltily.

"Otherwise, you won't be able to grab a good seat."

^

After eating, they came to the farm gate. Clark and David moved boxes of fruits out of the warehouse.

The fruit, which weighed dozens of kilograms, was as light as a feather in Clark's hands. He effortlessly loaded the boxes one after another into the pickup truck.

But when he turned around, he saw that David had just put the second box into the car after he had moved seven or eight boxes, leisurely and leisurely like an outing.

"Can you hurry up?" He couldn't help but said.

"Clark, your brother doesn't have the strength like you, don't rush him." Martha scolded lightly.

"He has no strength..."

Clark opened his mouth, remembering that he couldn't break one of David's hands with both hands before.

Although there was a reason why he didn't dare to use all his strength.

He has been playing the role of a humanoid tractor, a rail pile driver, and a plow on his family farm, saving a lot of money for the farm.

Clark didn't think anything of it. He was not happy to share the hard work of his parents who raised him and grew old.

But after discovering that David was also very powerful, he felt very unhappy when he thought about the days when David was watching him leisurely while he was working.

Especially now that David is still lazing around comfortably.

The most annoying thing is that he can't tell his parents yet.

[Depression from Clark +4, +3...]

David was unmoved by Clark's resentful gaze. After Clark moved seven or eight more boxes, he moved the last box of fruit into the car.

He got into the pickup truck.

"It's a bit crowded. It's inconvenient for my father to drive. You can sit in the back."

When Clark was about to come up after finishing his work, David waved his hand.

There is only one row of seats in the front of the pickup truck, which is just right for three people, but a bit crowded for four people.

"Why not you?"

Clark's eyes widened as he was stopped.

"It's not good for an elder brother to take his younger brother's seat."

David glanced at him with a confused tone.

"you……"

Looking at him as he should be, with no trace of his younger brother at all, Clark gritted his teeth and took a deep breath before helplessly turning his head to the back.

Jonathan and Martha were a little confused. Sometimes in the past, Clark would rush to the back first, fearing that David would fall from behind and get hurt.

What's going on today? Are the two brothers at odds?

laugh

Twist the key and the car starts.

Behind the car, Clark, the future Superman, looked slightly depressed, holding a basket of apples and sitting in the pocket of the car.

Arrived at the market.

The Kent family found a location near the center, set up a tent, and placed boxes of sweet and tempting fresh fruits.

Clark drove the nail into the stake with his thumb and hung a sign that read FRESH FRUIT FROM KENT FARM.

"You are not afraid of being seen when you use your abilities secretly like this."

Sitting in the booth, David looked up.

This area in the suburbs is a good place for an outing, and a temporary market composed of tents was established. On the green grass, there are flowers, hot dogs, fruits... various stalls, people coming and going, and it is very lively.

"I'm really not as good as you when it comes to hiding abilities."

Clark, who had been specially observing before using his abilities secretly when no one was paying attention, sat down next to him and looked at the stall with him.

"After all these years, my parents and I didn't find out."

"Clark, I didn't expect to see you here."

Suddenly, a clear voice with a smile came.

The two looked up, and David saw a bald head reflecting like a light bulb in the sun.

"Luthor?"