As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland

Jonathan was stunned at the ring in his hand.

"Eric, you...are not affected by the ring?"

He knew that Clark and Eric were both brought by alien spaceships, and they had the same body structure.

Clark will be affected by the red meteorite, and Eric will not be immune.

But why does Eric look unaffected?

"If I wear it on my hand, maybe I will become like Clark, and my personality will change greatly. But just by touching it, I can use the willpower in it to contain and resist this kind of transformation of the body."

Eric said to his father casually.

Willpower was an excuse he used to put off his father, but Jonathan and Lana clearly believed it.

Especially Lana, with admiration in her eyes.

Can it withstand the erosion that Clark cannot?

This kind of willpower should surpass most people in the world, right? !

......

a day later.

Kent Farm.

Clark stood in front of the door for a moment, took a deep breath, and pushed the door in.

In the living room, Jonathan and Martha were preparing dinner, and Eric was standing by the window reading a newspaper.

Jonathan, who had bandages on his back and shoulders, was pushed by Clark and injured his muscles.

After Clark pushed the door and entered, Jonathan, Martha, and Eric all bowed their heads and went about their business, as if they didn't hear the sound of him pushing the door.

"I went to Jessica's house, and she...they moved out."

Clark was silent for a while before speaking.

"Maybe they won't run away any more, but instead call the authorities for help."

Seeing that her husband and younger son pretended not to hear, Martha replied to Clark.

"I just want her to be safe and not hurt again."

Clark said sadly.

Now he has regained his previous personality after losing the ruby ​​ring.

Although his sanity and character have recovered, all his previous absurd actions remain in his memory, and this kind of guilt and remorse is what hurts him the most.

Seeing that Jonathan was still unwilling to pay attention to him, Clark stepped forward and apologized to his father.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't mean to say or do those things."

"Clark."

Jonathan shook his head and set the plate upright. "The red meteorite may have affected your character, but... let's face it, there's a reason you think so. Compared to the Lex family, ours , the family has four walls, but...I only know now that you care so much about this."

Clark walked to his father and said sincerely: "It may be like this sometimes. But I know more that no matter how crazy I become, you will support me and try to save me, that's what money in the world can't buy. arrived."

Jonathan was silent for a moment when he heard the words, let out a breath, and looked at Clark, "You will reflect, Clark, it is always true, but you still almost made a big mistake, I hope you will always understand that you are doing what."

"I know, so thank you so much Eric."

Clark looked at Eric, "Eric stopped me."

At the same time, a strange emotion rose inside.

Among the characters affected by the red meteorite, it seems that he finally gave up his identity because of fear? !

What is that?

Scared by Eric to give up his independent personality, escape and give up all desires? !

Chapter 78: A glimpse into the future of death

Clark couldn't accept himself like this for a while.

Even if it is another self after being affected by the red meteorite.

Could it be that his fear of Eric cannot be eliminated even if his personality changes?

Clark fell into self-doubt.

"Don't be sorry, Clark."

Eric put down the newspaper and said to Clark, "You have paid enough."

The price he was talking about was enough, that Clark was in bed for a day after he came back before he could get out of bed.

"It looks like I deserved it, but I still have to tell you that I didn't mean it. Eric, that's not my intention, I don't want to hurt you."

Clark threw the messy thoughts out of his mind and said to Eric sternly.

"If you think that makes you feel better, Clark, I accept your apology."

Eric sat down at the dining table and replied to Clark casually.

He didn't care much about Clark's apology.

In his view, language is an existence that can both expose and bury thoughts.

He will not react simply because of a few words of others.

"One thing, there's a criminal case over the Benati River."

Jonathan picked up the hot coffee in his hand and said to his family: "Two unidentified people were killed. Since their identities cannot be identified, it is estimated that it will take a while to find out the truth."

"Bernati River?"

Clark listened to the word with a strange expression.

I once knocked out two killers looking for Jessica near the Benati River. Could it be they who were killed?

But... even though his temperament changed drastically at that time, he didn't kill them directly.

Who moved the hand?

A suspicious Clark looked at Eric.

The suspect target is his younger brother.

But looking at Eric's calm expression, he began to wonder if he was thinking too much.

"Clark."

Mother Martha interrupted Clark's thoughts and said to him: "One thing at least sounds like good news, you were worried that the prophecy you heard from Ms. Cassandra in the nursing home would come true, but after a storm everyone Everything is fine, which means... what you see is not the future, or rather, it is the future that can be changed, isn't it?"

Martha mentions a prediction that Clark had seen earlier, that parents would be unexpected.

"I've never believed in divination."

Jonathan told his family: "The past belongs to death, the future belongs to you, no one else can change our future, only you may be able to do it."

After Clark heard the words, he nodded thoughtfully.

He now remembered what he had seen with Ms. Cassandra.

The tombstones of his parents lie around, and his eyes are red and he is fighting with Eric.

The self in the cemetery, that crazy and beast-like performance, is almost the same as the self after being changed by the red meteorite.

Could it be that... the future is really changed by yourself?

Clark put his chin on his hands and began to wonder if fate had been reversed by himself, as his parents said.

Eric, who was next to him, fell into contemplation when he heard his mother talk about Cassandra.

Can you peek into certain segments of a person's future life?

Nursing home, Ms. Cassandra.

Eric wrote down these two key pieces of information and decided to have a chance to see what the other party was like.

......

the next day.

An uninvited guest is welcomed in the nursing home.

In the quiet garden, the old lady Cassandra was wearing sunglasses, sitting at the round table, flipping through a book.

Eric walked behind Ms. Cassandra and looked at each other.

"Why don't you come and sit, boy, you can't see anything from the back."

Cassandra put down the book, faced straight ahead, and said to Eric.

"Eric Kent."

Eric walked up to the old woman and sat down, and said his name directly.

"I heard that you can predict the future, and I am impressed by my brother Clark."

"Well, so you come here and see, how can a blind old woman tell the fate of others when she can't see anything?"

Eric shook his head, "I just wanted to make sure what Clark saw."

"Aren't you Clark's brother? He's not going to tell you what he saw? Well..."

The old woman tapped on the book with a smile, "Perhaps your relationship is not so close, but this is the normal state of life, how can the relationship between people be so simply defined. Sorry boy, I won't tell you Clark What did you see."

Saying that, he reached out to Eric, "But I can see your fate and tell you."

Eric glanced at the outstretched hand and smiled, "I don't want to know my own destiny. I prefer to believe that people's future is created by themselves."

"Then you're not curious about what kind of future you've created? Maybe you'll see Clark, or something, who's to say?"

The old woman reached out to Eric and motioned for him to hold it.

Eric was silent for a moment, and finally held the old woman's right hand.

Consciousness was quickly pulled out, and the line of sight in front of him was distorted.

The boundless darkness overwhelmed him, and when his vision returned to light, he found himself standing in a rubble.

A red moon is rising, and under the red moon is a dilapidated city.

Desolation, dilapidation, lifeless, dead atmosphere, enveloped everything.

The cloak behind Clark rattled and slowly descended from the sky.

And he stood in mid-air, holding a steel fork in his hand, with a dark-looking head on it.

Wonder Woman in red and gold armor roared, and the Vulcan sword slashed at herself, but she was instantly bounced off by her heat vision.

Black curly hair, wearing a black tuxedo uniform and fishnet stockings, a woman resembling Archmage Zatanna, threw out her wand, and the dark red energy soaring towards the sky surrounded herself.

But the next second, he waved his hand into the air, and a golden scepter flew towards him.

The majestic golden energy emanated from the scepter, instantly dispelling Zatanna's magical energy attack.

The screen turned again, and Wonder Woman and Zatanna suddenly disappeared under the ruins.

I came to a dark underground again, like a hell-like existence.

The white bones rose from the ground, and countless dirty blood swept the ground.

In an instant, Eric's consciousness returned.

Opening his eyes, Eric instantly pulled away from the illusion.

Holding Ms. Cassandra's icy right hand, she looked at each other.

Ms. Cassandra leaned back in her chair motionless, her eyes lost their brilliance.

"Ms Cassandra?"

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Eric shook his head and slowly put down the other party's hand.

The old woman has lost her vital signs.

Eric stood up, left the garden, and walked towards the hospital.

By the way, after reminding the doctors and nurses, I left the hospital directly.

Is that your future self?