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

On the other side, Eric is talking to Clark in "Fortress of Solitude".

"Lex Luthor?"

After hearing Big Brother Cheap say that the rescued person was named "Lex Luthor", Eric's brows furrowed.

This Superman's greatest nemesis?

The smartest and most selfish guy who trusts human supremacism?

Why are two people entangled in everything now?

Many thoughts flashed in Eric's mind for a moment.

"Eric, do you know Lex Luthor?"

Clark saw Eric's expression differently and asked him tentatively.

"heard about it."

Eric walked to the edge of the barn and watched the reddening sunset on the horizon.

"Clark, you've read Nietzsche before, haven't you?"

"what?"

Facing Eric's sudden question, Clark was stunned for a moment.

"I... just read it when I was in an extracurricular group, and Chloe recommended it to me."

Clark felt that if he told others that he read Nietzsche's words, he would have a feeling of showing off and "pretending", so he was a little dodgy when answering.

"Nietzsche once described Superman: a very high desire for power, a new moral concept, which cannot be judged by human morality, and is not bound by existing concepts. Clark, if you were given a choice, you would choose to be this Superman?"

"I?"

Clark was stunned, thought for a few seconds, and shook his head solemnly, "I won't be such a person."

"If Lex Luthor were to choose, he would undoubtedly become the kind of superman that Nietzsche wrote."

"...?"

Clark didn't know whether his brother was belittling Lex or praising him.

"Maybe, I don't think others are bad, at least it's not the same as the rumored Luther family that my father said."

Clark shrugged and expressed his impression of this future enemy.

"Whatever you want. Come on for the football game tomorrow. Dad may go to school to watch you play."

Eric turned around and walked towards the wooden stairs, and said to him casually.

Watching his younger brother's back disappear at the entrance of the secret base, Clark rubbed his nose.

Dad will go to his own game?

how can that be?

Didn't he always object to himself joining the football team?

He didn't believe Eric's statement, shook his head, walked to the telescope, and wanted to observe Lana a mile away.

After his conflict with Eric in the gym, his eyesight improved by leaps and bounds, and now he can see through objects, and he can see Lana even without binoculars.

Would you like to... see Lana with your own clairvoyance instead of a telescope?

Clark fell into a wavering hesitation for a moment.

Chapter 24 The Cheerleader Who Doesn't Work

Clark didn't end up peeping at Lana using his just awakened "see-through eye".

In his view, using a telescope to observe is within the acceptable range, but using a "perspective eye" is a complete violation of the other's privacy.

Despite his transcendent talents, Clark has always tried to keep his talents from being controlled by desire.

the next day.

On the playground of Smallville Town High School, the young and beautiful cheerleaders are dancing enthusiastically.

The members of the "Ravens" trot into the playground.

Despite the rugby's heavy losses at the "Bloody Ball," the team quickly bounced back under coach Watt's training and reintegration.

Clark, who was wearing size 32, took a deep breath and ran from the passage to the entrance to the playground.

The dazzling sunlight came down, mixed with the slightly sunburned smell of grass and soil, making him feel dizzy.

"call!"

Clark looked in the direction of the cheerleaders, trying to find Lana.

But to his disappointment, Lana did not appear in the group of cheerleaders.

Confused, he looked towards the stands, but still did not find Lana.

Although Lana was not found, he accidentally saw his father Jonathan sitting in the stands.

"Hey, Dad!"

Clark was very happy with his father's arrival, abandoned his previous unhappiness, and took the initiative to greet his father.

"I'm glad you came here, Dad, it's very important to me."

Jonathan's face remained tense. "I still don't support your decision to join the football team, Clark. I'm here to make sure no one gets hurt because of you."

Hearing his father's cold words, the smile on Clark's face quickly disappeared.

He originally thought that the "silent war" between the two was over, but he didn't expect that his father was still stubborn.

Disappointment, anger, and unwillingness are brewing inside.

After looking at his father with a complicated expression, he turned and left.

The thick invisible barrier between the two still exists.

"Pay attention to the movement, don't get sacked, and immediately punt if there is no chance to attack! Understand? Clark?"

Coach Watt, who had a voice comparable to a hair dryer, patted Clark on the shoulder and roared.

"clear!"

Clark, who was a little nervous, nodded, and looked out of the corner of his eyes in the direction of the grandstand where his father was.

"drop!"

A whistle blows and the game begins.

Clark took the football and ran forward subconsciously.

But in the next second, he was hit hard by someone.

"Kent!"

The hot-tempered coach Watt came over, grabbed Clark's helmet and pulled him up.

"Don't stare at me damned in the stands again, your father is not the coach, I am your coach! If you act like a fool like this, just get off the ground! Cheer up and attack me, understand?!"

Coach Watt, who gritted his teeth as if to swallow Clark, roared.

The second round begins.

Clark, who had adjusted his emotions, glanced at his opponent.

drop!

Whistle!

Clark immediately ran forward with the football in his hand.

The wide receiver jumped over the dragon gate with a carp and rushed towards Clark, ready to sack him.

But Clark, who was already ready, leaned on his shoulder and slammed into the tall wide receiver of the man who rushed over.

"Well done, Kent! That's what it's like!"

Looking at Clark's bravery, Coach Watt clapped his hands and encouraged him loudly.

Jonathan, who was sitting in the stands, shook his head and left the stands with a look of disappointment.

He had no interest in watching the next game.

After finishing the touchdown, Clark took off his helmet and looked towards the stands, only to find that his father had already left.

The joy of just finishing the touchdown was instantly diluted.

......

At the same time, Lana, who was searched by Clark, was looking through the manuscript from Eric in the living room at this time.

"Lana, why did you come back so early?"

Neel came back from get off work and asked in surprise when she saw Lana sitting in the living room.

"Aren't you participating in cheerleading training?"

"I'm out of cheerleading, so to speak, Aunt Nell."

Lana smiled and replied to her aunt, "Although I have some regrets, I don't regret it."

"Why? Don't you like cheerleading very much? I remember that when you first joined the cheerleading team, you were so excited that you didn't fall asleep all night."

"People always change, Aunt Neel."

Lana carefully placed the manuscript on the table. "I found that there are more important things in life than memorizing cheerleading lyrics and waving pom-poms."

"That's not what you think, Lana, I understand you."

Aunt Neel came over and sat next to Lana, and asked softly, "Is it because of Whitney?"

"No, none of Whitney's business."

Lana shook her head. "Whitney is recuperating in the hospital and doing well. I wanted to quit cheerleading a long time ago. People on the football team used to cheat on exams, and everyone seemed to be doing what they should. , and suddenly felt that there was no point in swinging a pom-pom for a group of people who are 'all-in-one pursuit of victory'."

"Forget it, let's not talk about cheerleading, Aunt Nell, I found out that one of my classmates has a talent for writing and drawing!"

"Your classmate?"

"Yes, Eric Kent!"

Lana handed the manuscript to Aunt Neel, "Here's a manuscript of his work, I've never seen such a work! Subversive order, madness, against all reason...I don't know how to use any language describe."

Lana was a little excited and expressed her reading feelings, "When I started to read, it was like going from an ignorant island to a dark and boundless sea with countless secrets. Shaking on the edge of the abyss, Destroyed at any moment by the gaze of an unknown being. Eric is a genius!"

"yes?!"

It was the first time that Neel heard Lana compliment a person like this, and she flipped through the manuscript with suspicion.

The title of the first page of the manuscript came into view - "Murmur in the Dark Night".

"...The broken pier stretches from the shore to the sea, the end often decaying into a vague mass, a long black line on the distant sea, vaguely revealing a strange and sinister atmosphere, a subtle and strange palpitation The feeling of movement seems to arise in addition to disgust..."

Is this the description of Gotham City?

It's very similar to Gotham, the most chaotic place in the United States in my impression.

Read on, and I'm quickly drawn to the words that seem to hold magic in them.

After she read the last paragraph "Brain in a Tank", she shuddered.

The feeling of gloom and loss of rationality came up.

It was as if the spiritual world had been bombarded with saturation, in which reason was mostly extracted.

Although the text is obscure and difficult to understand, sometimes even incomprehensible, there is a magic power that keeps attracting me to read.

"You said... the author's name is Eric Kent? Is he the youngest son of the Kent family?!"

Nell took a deep breath, adjusted her mental state, and asked Lana.

Chapter 25 The Burning of the Dark Night

"Yes, Clark's brother, I never imagined that Eric would have such a talent. Although it is full of grotesque and absurd, it is incomprehensible, but it has an indescribable mysterious magic!"

Lana handed a few manuscripts to Aunt Neel, "This is an illustration drawn by Eric, and I think it's very similar to his writing."

"Painting and text give people the same feeling. It seems that he did not create it, but uses these two mediums to present the things in his mind."

Lana has been reading Eric's manuscripts and texts recently, and even constantly consulted relevant documents on the Internet, showing a state of excitement.