After Clark and David left.
Whitney and several football players who had been knocked to the ground struggled to get up after a while.
Several people ganged up on one person, and they didn't even touch his clothes. Under the ridicule of the crowd, they awkwardly helped each other up and left.
Not long after they left, a thin figure emerged from the bar and stared at the group in baseball uniforms walking away, a chilling glint in his eyes.
"No rush, there's plenty of time."
He muttered, then returned to the bar to continue drinking slowly. His gaze occasionally swept over a burly black man charming a woman in a corner of the bar, his face expressionless, as if looking at a dead man.
The original plan could not be disrupted.
As for those equally vile high school jocks.
He remembered that the town's high school spring dance was tomorrow night.
"I never attracted anyone's attention at the dance before, but this time it's different." Jeremy sneered.
He would be the most dazzling one at the dance.
...
"Put me down, David."
Clark woke up weakly and struggled to get off David's shoulder.
"I don't want to go back."
He hadn't figured out how to face his parents yet.
"What, eighteen-year-old Clark wants to run away from home?"
David felt there was a very simple solution to this, no need for melodramatic back-and-forth.
He raised his hand and delivered a chop.
Crack!
He was hit on the back of the neck. Clark looked back at his brother in confusion, not understanding what he was doing.
"Used too little strength."
Seeing this, David clicked his tongue.
Freed from the Kryptonite radiation, even though there was no sunlight, Clark gradually began to recover.
Bang!
He struck again.
The terrifying force was enough to split a tank with a single chop, and the shockwave spread over ten meters, like a gale, causing the weeds on both sides of the road to sway violently.
Clark's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
"It's done."
...
His skin color returned on the dimly lit road. David carried the unconscious Clark back to the farm.
Inside, his parents were still waiting for their two sons to return. The house, radiating a warm light, stood at the entrance.
Before going in, he took out the green glowing Kryptonite necklace and waved it in front of Clark's face, giving him some 'makeup'.
Suffering from Kryptonite radiation, Clark, who had almost recovered, became pained again in his unconscious state. His face turned pale and weak, as if he were seriously ill.
Feeling it was enough, David put away the Kryptonite with satisfaction.
"It takes Kryptonians at least months or even years of exposure to Kryptonite to be life-threatening."
It was fine for a short time, especially since Clark was no ordinary Kryptonian.
"Of course, I'm doing this for your own good, Clark."
He definitely wasn't doing it for any system prompts like "Clark's pain +3, +2," and so on.
David smiled and carried Clark inside.
"Good heavens, David, what happened to your brother?"
Martha gasped and covered her mouth when she saw this scene.
"Clark, why did he faint?"
Jonathan's expression was one of disbelief. Clark had been stronger than an ox since he was a child and had never been sick or injured. This was the first time his parents had seen him like this, pale and unconscious.
"I don't know, it seems Clark's super physique has a problem."
David said with a straight face.
"Quickly, lay him down."
Jonathan carefully took Clark from his younger son's shoulders and laid him flat on the sofa.
Martha quickly poured a glass of water and came to the sofa, anxiously calling her son's name.
"Clark?"
The couple was a little flustered.
After all, although they were middle-aged, they had never experienced their son falling ill.
"Mmm."
Feeling a jolt, Clark groggily woke up.
His parents hovered anxiously around him, their eyes filled with an overwhelming concern, carefully avoiding shaking him too hard.
"Father, Mother..."
Back in the warm, familiar home, seeing his parents surrounding him, he felt a sense of disorientation.
He could barely remember when his father's hair had turned white, his face had weathered, and his body was no longer as strong. His mother's eyes were etched with wrinkles, her skin sagged – everything struck him like a knife.
He only remembered how, as a child, he loved riding on his father's shoulders as he ran around. He had no interest in the catch games other fathers and sons played, leaving his father helpless and only able to play with David.
Oh, and there was a time he loved corn dogs and always pestered his mother to make them... Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes.
Clark's nose stung uncontrollably, as if he'd been punched. It was him who had taken his parents' youth.
"My parents found me amidst a meteor shower and raised me with as much care as their own son, even more concerned about my psychology and emotions than David's.
They never asked anything from me, never expected to gain anything from me."
They could have easily exploited his abilities, packaged him as a promising young star in American football or soccer to earn a lot of money, saving them from the endless farm work they toiled at every day. But his parents never did that.
"They even made me hide my abilities, all to protect me, yet I was annoyed by it..."
"Clark, what's wrong?" Seeing her son lost in thought and silent for so long, Martha grew more anxious, fearing something was wrong with his health.
"Mother!"
Clark's eyes reddened. He suddenly stood up, filled with guilt, and opened his arms to tightly embrace the two people in the world who loved him most.
"I was wrong, Father.
No matter what my identity is, it doesn't change the fact that I am your son."
How foolish he had been. His parents had never cared about his identity; for over ten years, they had treated him like their own son, giving him the best and the warmest love in the world.
Yet, after learning the truth, he had become fixated on that point.
"It's all that matters that you're back, Clark."
Jonathan's heart felt lighter. A slight smile appeared on his face. He exchanged a relieved glance with Martha and also hugged his son.
"Looks like someone's given up on running away from home?"
Leaning against the doorframe, David clapped his hands with a hint of amusement. Clark, remembering his previous shame, said to his younger brother.
[From Clark: Happiness +14, Gratitude +7, Shame +5...]
"You always see things more clearly than I do, David."
Jonathan and Martha also acknowledged this. Their younger son was smart and mature, never causing them any worry.
"Clark, are you alright?"
As the warm family atmosphere returned to normal, Martha remembered her son's pale face from earlier. "Why do you look like you're sick?"
"I'm fine, except for the back of my head... Hiss!"
Clark touched the back of his head, as if he had been hit by a falling rocket. He gasped in pain and looked up at David in confusion.
"David, you...?"
Had he become too weak because of Lana's necklace? Was he actually hit this hard by his younger brother?
That shouldn't be...
"Looks like this one was a bit heavy again."
A thought flashed through his mind, and David smoothly changed the subject.
"Perhaps Clark was injured by Whitney and the others."
"Injured? Clark, were you beaten up?"
Clark, who had just been about to ask David what was going on, was immediately bombarded with confused and concerned questions from Jonathan and Martha. He couldn't find an opportunity to ask David anymore.
...
Under the vast starry sky, inside the enormous barn on the farm where machinery and tools were stored.
On the second floor, by an open window, Clark explained the entire situation to his parents. He finally managed to put their minds at ease, assuring them he hadn't been harmed.
At least, not by Whitney and the others...
A gentle breeze blew, rustling the wheat fields on the farm, creating a comfortable and tranquil atmosphere. Everything felt like it was before.
Clark sat by the window, gazing through the astronomical telescope at the unobstructed view a kilometer away. A smile unconsciously spread across his lips.
Through the telescope, he saw a beautiful black-haired figure sitting on the steps of a house's porch, enjoying the evening breeze and writing an English report.
Most importantly, that figure no longer wore the green necklace around her neck, which made him unable to help but fantasize...
Suddenly, in his line of sight, a figure was stealthily approaching Lana's house. After taking a few photos of Lana from behind the bushes, the figure put away the camera, deliberately rustled the bushes, and then, in a flustered and shy manner, placed a gift box down before turning and running away.
Lana walked over, puzzled, and opened the gift box.
Several butterflies, with beautiful, colorful wings shimmering with green dust, fluttered out, like a scene from a fairy tale.
She gasped in surprise, covering her mouth, and looked out at the street, trying to find the person who had sent her the gift.
"A suitor?"
Clark felt a pang of bitterness. Lana's charm was truly extraordinary.
He prepared to see who the gift-giver was, whether he knew them.
"I remember someone asking their mother for three hundred dollars, saying they were very interested in astronomy?"
Suddenly, a voice called out, and Clark jumped, turning to look.
David slowly walked down the stairs, his expression strange and surprised.
"Honestly, when I first saw you looking outside with that thing, I thought you were desperately searching for your home among the stars after learning about your origins, feeling lonely and melancholic."
"But it turns out..."
Looking at the telescope pointed directly at a certain house, he raised an eyebrow.
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