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Marvel's Superman - Chapter 425

Published at 31st of August 2021 09:51:16 AM


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The next day.

noon.

Clark sat alone on the fence of Kent Farm, looking out from a distance.

His face is full of confusion and sadness, revealing complex emotions.

Just an hour ago, he and his father Jonathan had a heated argument.

The reason is that Clark saved Lex Luther who fell into the river before.

To express his gratitude, the other party sent a brand new sports car.

A young high school student who owns an attractive, expensive and cool sports car is simply the perfect gift.

Even Clark couldn't help but feel his heart.

Superman with perfect character is in a naive, confused adolescence, no different from ordinary people.

Longing for the recognition of others, wanting to become a figure in the school, and win the crush of crush...

A sports car can change many things.

But Jonathan didn't think so.

The son is brave and has a good character, which is commendable.

But doing good things should not ask for rewards, even if the other party actively gives them.

Jonathan is a very high level of morality, enough to be called a role model.

But because of this, as his son, Clark sometimes feels very depressed.

"I didn't jump to save people when Lex fell into the river. His car hit me at a speed of sixty miles an hour."

Clark suppressed his inner emotions, couldn't help it anymore, and finally broke out.

"And I'm standing in front of you now, and you always say that you want me to be a normal person, but is this normal?"

"I can't participate in any sports activities. I don't have any friends in school. I have to learn to hide myself... If I can become a normal person, I am willing to give everything."

Jonathan watched his son run to the barn upstairs, where Clark's private property belonged.

He once named it "The Fortress of Solitude".

In desperation, Jonathan realized that it was time to tell Clark the truth.

So he found his son and told all about the meteorite rain seventeen years ago and the spacecraft that fell on the Kent Farm.

This made Clark almost his brain down.

In other words, whoever suddenly learns that he is not his parents, and that he is still an alien, will probably be in an unacceptable state of collapse just like him.

Although Clark has tried countless times to learn the truth from his parents.

Regarding your superpowers, those special features that are different from ordinary people.

But when the truth came, he was not so happy.

Looking at the technological spaceship in the barn, Clark didn't know what expression to make.

When old questions are answered, new questions follow.

Who is he?

Where are his biological parents?

Where does he come from?

…Too many questions make Clark’s thoughts seem like a ball of wool, which is impossible to sort out.

"People are afraid of things they don't understand, so I can't let you show your abilities."

Jonathan spoke with a heart and soul, and said to Clark: "You are the answer, child, the answer to'Do humans live alone in the universe?'"

"I don't want to make this answer!"

Clark's expression was a bit painful, and there were tears in his eyes.

He has become accustomed to everything on the earth, everything in Kansas, everything in the small town.

But now someone tells him that none of this belongs to him.

The mentality is still fragile, and Clark, who has not grown up, cannot accept it.

He jumped straight through the window and quickly disappeared from Jonathan's sight.

...

...

Clark, the autistic boy, sat on the railing, raised his head at a forty-five degree angle, looking at the darkening sky.

The night is shrouded, and several stars are looming.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the dark red cloth blocked his vision.

Subconsciously move his eyes, cloak, boots, uniform... Luke?

The opponent's feet were off the ground, floating in the air.

The dark red cloak behind it was hunting and fluttering like a tumbling wave.

Compared to the gentleness and kindness when they met during the day, Luke was full of oppression and majesty at this time.

"You... can fly?"

Clark, who was still thinking about normal humans, showed a surprised look as if he had seen an alien.

"What's surprising about this?"

Luke had stopped above, observing the little cousin of Krypton for a while.

He lives right next to the Kent Farm, and is considered a neighbor next door.

For Superman's super hearing, the previous father-son quarrel was like only a layer of cardboard.

It fell in my ears, and I heard clearly.

"Clark, you are so powerful, you have a body of steel, let go of your senses, you can even hear all the sounds of the whole town, your vision is like X-ray, you can see the flesh and blood organs in the human body through the flesh and blood... "

Luke landed slowly, looked directly at Clark with a dumbfounded look, and said softly: "Compared to the above, I can fly. Is there anything surprising?"

Clark was speechless and didn't know how to answer.

Although he vaguely felt that something was wrong, Luke made sense.

"Wait! How would you know... those?"

Clark, who was a little slow, had his thoughts turned several times before he suddenly reacted.

The secret that he and his parents had kept for a long time seemed to have been exposed.

"Because I have all the abilities I just mentioned."

Luke showed the kind of elder smile and said faintly: "Stupid little cousin, haven't you realized the problem yet?"

"We come from one place, belong to the same race, and have similar abilities."

"You should even call me, respectable big cousin."

Luke's words fell like a bomb, making Clark dizzy and his ears humming.

He learned too many unbelievable truths today, and he was caught off guard before hearing even more shocking news.

It's like an antique Pentium computer, trying to drive Cyberpunk 2077.

What is going to end is self-evident.

Vaguely, Luke saw a wisp of smoke rising from his little cousin's head.

It seems that the brain that is not enough is burned out.

"...Big cousin?"

After dozens of minutes, Clark looked weird when he calmed down.

He is currently in a state of suspicion, and his perceptual thinking tells himself that this is all fake!

But rational thinking keeps reminding that this is likely to be true.

"Of course, I am your big cousin who has been separated for many years and finally met."

Luke looked serious and started talking nonsense.

"Clark, I came to this planet earlier than you."

"You should have heard of the mysterious crater that once fell on Kent Farm. That's where my ship landed."

Clark suddenly believed a little bit more. Before him, there had been a meteorite fall on Kent Farm.

It's just that there is no residue at the scene, and it was once a strange story in the town.

Others spread rumors that some kind of alien embryos that can parasitize the human body are lurking in the small town, preparing to hunt everyone, causing a brief panic.

"Then what is our planet called, where are my biological parents? What is my name..."

Clark had a lot of questions in his mind. He looked at Luke expectantly, eager to get answers from him.

"Don't worry, Clark, let's talk about them one by one."

Luke waved his hand and signaled his little cousin to relax and not be too impatient.

The corner of his mouth raised up, as if thinking of some kind of interesting scene, he whispered softly: "You are actually a Saiyan from the planet Vegeta, named'Kakarot'. The identity of a lower-level warrior was sent to the earth to execute task."

"Kakarot? Inferior fighter?"

Clark frowned slightly and repeated it~www.novelhall.com~ how it feels a little weird...

"Yes, one of the hallmarks of Saiyans is that when anger rises, their hair changes color."

Luke nodded vigorously and said affirmatively.

"At that time you will awaken the powerful force in your body-Clark. If you want to be a qualified Saiyan, you have to dye your hair green. This is our Saiyan fashion trend."

"The big cousin, why your hair?"

Clark touched the small curls, hesitating.

Dyeing your hair in a conservative town is not a good choice.

What if you are recognized as a hippie?

"I don't like the color personally, but it suits you well."

Luke said with a smile, his eyes full of sincerity.




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