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

Chapter 109: Fusion Accelerates

Sam Lane.

After graduating high school, he unexpectedly learned from Chloe that Lois Lane was her cousin.

Thinking Clark would go to Metropolis and might meet Lois Lane.

David searched online to see what Lois Lane looked like.

"I stumbled upon news exposing the background of the Daily Planet's rising reporter, Lois Lane, which included a photo of Sam Lane."

With just a couple of glances, David's powerful memory clearly retained it.

If Sam Lane were killed, what would happen if Clark ended up with Lois Lane in the future?

It wasn't targeting him anyway, so how to resolve this matter could be left for Clark in the future.

"I believe the price this time is enough for you to remember for a long time, Sam Lane."

David ultimately didn't kill Sam Lane. He just grabbed him, forced him to face his laser eyes emitting terrifying heat, warned him, and then threw him onto the cold ground.

"There won't be a next time."

Smelling the strange burnt odor in the room, Sam Lane, who had been threatened, watched the figure leave as if from his own backyard. His face was pale, and he gritted his teeth, listening to the cold voice echo in the room.

David took Clark away from the nearly destroyed base and returned home.

Ding dong.

"Mom." David smiled.

"Thank goodness!"

The doorbell rang. Their younger son helped their elder son, who had been taken away by the military, stand outside. Seeing them return safely, Martha called out to God, overjoyed to the point of almost fainting.

"Clark, how are you?"

Father Jonathan quickly took their elder son, whose face was as pale as paper, from their younger son and had him sit on the soft sofa in the living room.

"I'm fine, Mom and Dad."

Clark gave a weak smile.

"He was injected with anesthetic; he'll be fine after a nap." David poured a glass of water and handed it to Clark.

In fact, if it weren't night and there was no sun, a few seconds of sunlight would allow Clark to recover completely.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept my vigilante activities a secret from you."

After being electrocuted and bombarded by sonic weapons, Clark's mouth was dry. He drank the water in one gulp and then, after a moment of silence, said to his parents with a look of shame.

Along the way, his disciple had told him about the family situation. His parents had seen the news on TV about him being taken away and were almost driven mad with worry.

This time, he had kept his crime-fighting a secret from his parents, only for them to guess it anyway. Clark hadn't expected something like this to happen, making his parents worry about him incessantly.

"Clark, you make us proud."

Jonathan shook his head and encouraged him, squeezing his son's shoulder.

"I've always believed that God brought you here and gave you these abilities for a reason.

Now you've found your mission: to bring hope to those in distress.

How many families have been spared destruction and sorrow because of you."

"There's nothing to apologize for, Clark."

Martha's eyes welled up with tears, and a gentle smile bloomed on her face.

"You use your abilities for good, to save others. This time, Jonathan and I won't stop you."

"Save?

If it weren't for David this time, I don't know who would have escaped."

Recalling today's events, Clark gave a wry smile after being tortured.

It would have been better if his younger brother hadn't killed so many people when he saved him, but he couldn't say this in front of his parents.

Jonathan affectionately hugged his younger son, who had stormed a military base to save his brother. The family embraced.

"Your mother and I are most proud of raising you two brothers."

...

After comforting their worried parents, David and Clark went upstairs to sleep. They stood at the doors of their respective rooms.

Things had gone from highs to lows in a short period. First, the elder son was taken away by the military, and then the younger son stormed a military base to save his elder brother. Although both sons had returned, making them happy, the couple couldn't help but feel exhausted and soon went to sleep.

"You've been targeted. You'd best be more vigilant from now on."

Clark could no longer suppress his fatigue and just wanted to go to his room to sleep.

He opened the door, paused his movement, and David turned to remind him, "I don't want to see you strapped to an electric chair in a military base again someday."

The two of them, with mutual understanding, didn't mention some details to their parents.

"I know."

Clark scratched his head.

This was already the nth time his younger brother had helped him, even though he was the older one.

David nodded and returned to his room, staring at the ceiling.

He hoped Clark had truly remembered.

The biggest weakness of Superman, which he hadn't mentioned last time, was actually his kindness.

If not for his kindness, Superman wouldn't have to endure so many hardships, and even Kryptonite wouldn't pose such a significant threat to him.

"With a Kryptonian's speed, one could completely ascend above the Earth before anyone could even draw their Kryptonite, and with a single blast of heat vision, turn them to ash."

The Flash had plenty of room to maneuver against enemies, but Superman never guarded himself against others, often being manipulated by villains who exploited his kind nature to set traps for him.

David didn't expect Clark to change his personality.

"If he changed, Superman wouldn't be Superman anymore."

He just hoped that when Superman acted as a superhero, he would maintain a necessary level of vigilance.

He had mentioned before that he still had a fatal weakness, and after this incident, Clark should have learned his lesson.

...

David had successfully rescued Clark from the military base outside the city, but the matter didn't end there.

Metropolis was in an uproar. David had appeared at the military blockade, forcefully demanding the soldiers reveal Superman's whereabouts before vanishing. Although he was only present for a short while, everyone was buzzing online about his identity and abilities.

Because when he appeared, his entire body emitted a strong purple glow, obscuring his face and shrouding him in mystery. The citizens of Metropolis, based on his most prominent feature, began calling him Purple Light Man.

"He seemed to have appeared because of Superman; what's the relationship between Purple Light Man and Superman?"

Some people's curiosity was akin to that of gossip tabloids.

"Was he there to save Superman?"

"Who is stronger, him or Superman?"

However, there were also those whose nerves were greatly agitated by Purple Light Man's appearance.

"First Superman, now Purple Light Man; how many such individuals are hidden on our planet?"

"He and Superman seem completely different. Superman has always presented a warm and kind demeanor, but him... he was rushing to save someone, I didn't feel much gentleness from him. Could he become a threat to the city, or even this world?!"

"The sounds from the military blockade outside the city were like explosions for nearly half an hour. Was Purple Light Man fighting the army, or was he fighting Superman?"

The incident of Superman's capture and everything about Purple Light Man became the top headlines in Metropolis the next day.

"Superman Exhausted After Saving Citizens, Taken Away by Military; Mysterious Purple Light Man Appears, Here to Save Superman?"

After breakfast, David unfolded a copy of the Metropolis Chronicle and sat on a lounge chair on the porch balcony. He glanced at the newspaper headline, his eyelids twitching slightly.

"Even the Chronicle, which usually doesn't care about these things, is reporting on this. Everyone's very curious about you."

Clark walked out with a cup of coffee, leaning against the railing. He made a suggestion, teasing his brother.

"Want to join me as a vigilante? We could form a vigilante duo. You have stronger abilities than I do."

What started as a tease, as he spoke, he felt that if his brother could truly go out and save people with him, he could definitely do a better job.

"I'm not really interested in that sort of thing."

After a brief glance, David set the newspaper aside and looked towards the distance of the farm.

"My precious vacation time is running out. I want to focus on my next trip."

[Template Fusion 99%...]

Looking at the panel, he raised an eyebrow. Was this fusion progress a bit abnormal? Why was the number jumping faster than expected?

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