"A game?"
Jeremy acted as if he heard a joke, raising his palm.
A terrible scar from a steel nail piercing through was visible on his palm.
"After Jesus was crucified, he bore all the sins of the world and ascended into heaven."
Screech!
As he spoke, his palm emitted intensely dazzling currents, widening the worker's eyes and filling him with dread.
"Seventeen years later, I returned to the mortal world. God bestowed these abilities upon me precisely to cleanse your sins!"
"Since you like games so much.
Now, let's play another game!"
Jeremy walked forward step by step, like the approaching Grim Reaper.
"Aaaah!"
Lightning illuminated the windows, accompanied by chilling screams.
Ten minutes later, a gaunt figure, pulling up his hood, coolly departed.
Inside the auto repair shop, a charred corpse, brutally tortured and electrocuted, lay silently on the ground. No longer arrogant, no longer contemptuous, it was curled up, as if returned to infancy.
...
Creak!
Jonathan pulled open the barn door.
A smell of old decay mixed with damp rice wafted out.
It was a classic scene; David already knew what was about to happen.
"Clark is about to learn about his origins."
He rarely restrained his casual demeanor, looking at the bewildered Clark beside him. A hint of worry surfaced in his heart, unsure if he could accept the truth.
Because David existed, especially with him having just been born, Jonathan and Martha had no suitable reason to adopt another child.
The couple secretly adopted Clark, publicly claiming they were siblings.
"What are you talking about, Father?"
An inexplicable panic gripped Clark's heart. He regretted getting angry at his parents earlier.
His father and mother were looking out for him, wanting to protect him.
He knew everything, so why couldn't he control himself just now, Clark?
"This is what your parents left for you, Clark."
Jonathan took something out of an inconspicuous, worn-out box. His expression was heavy, tinged with sadness, and his voice muffled as he turned to hand it to Clark.
It was something like an elongated stone seal, jet black, with an 'S' embossed on its head.
"Parents?"
Clark couldn't believe what he was hearing. His face turned pale. He looked at the black, elongated object, afraid to reach out and touch it, as if facing a fragile bubble, fearing that if he extended his hand, he would break it, and some things would become irreversible.
"Father, this joke isn't funny."
Why, why wasn't his father's heart racing if he was clearly lying?
"The key to the Fortress of Solitude?"
David furrowed his brow, taking his gaze off the key.
He watched Clark's reaction, worried he might be crushed by the sudden news.
For an ordinary person, suddenly learning that the parents who doted on them were not their biological parents, with no blood relation, would be hard enough to bear in one day.
"And then to discover he's an alien..."
David suddenly recalled a saying from a pale, deranged person.
To drive someone mad, all you need is a bad day – The Joker.
"That shouldn't happen, right?" His eyelids twitched.
If a Joker-like Superman were to actually develop, it would truly be a fatal joke.
Creak.
Jonathan opened the cellar again and led his two sons down, lifting a covering made of canvas.
After a cloud of dust, a small spaceship appeared in their sight. It had a streamlined shape, the size of a cradle, and appeared to be able to carry only an infant.
"No."
Seeing the spaceship that shouldn't have been on the farm, Clark felt as if struck by lightning. He stumbled back two steps.
"Father, don't do this to me."
His expression was stiff, with an almost pleading tone, looking at Jonathan like an abandoned child.
"Clark, you're actually my and Martha's adopted son."
Seeing his son's reaction, Jonathan felt a deep pang of sadness, but having said what he did, he couldn't stop now. It was better to rip off the band-aid. Gritting his teeth, he revealed the truth.
"You're from outer space. We found you over ten years ago during that meteor shower."
Clark felt as if he were walking on clouds, his head spinning, the world around him seeming to slip away.
"Then what about David?"
Suddenly, he saw David, grabbing onto him like a lifeline, and quickly asked.
Don't tell him...
"David... is Martha's and my biological son."
Seeing that David showed little surprise, Jonathan was puzzled, thinking he still believed it was all a lie. But he couldn't worry about David at that moment. He hesitated, then delivered the cruel and painful truth.
"No, no!"
"This is all a lie, I refuse to accept it."
Clark roared through gritted teeth, like a wounded beast with bloodshot eyes, turning and fleeing in a frenzy.
He needed to escape this lie, this heartbreaking reality.
Whoosh!
At supersonic speed, Clark fled the cellar as if for his life, disappearing without a trace.
"Son!"
Jonathan desperately wanted to chase after him, but how could a mortal father catch up to the son of a Kryptonian? He could only stop helplessly by the cellar entrance, looking at the empty barn, just as he felt in his heart.
"Clark will understand, Father."
Seeing his father's dispirited state, David felt a pang of emotion. He had never seen the usually stubborn and unyielding Jonathan look so lost.
He stepped forward to support his father and comforted him.
"I don't believe he'll abandon our family."
"David, why aren't you surprised at all?"
Jonathan turned back wearily.
"We only have a few houses, and Clark is so unusual..."
In reality, David didn't understand why Clark hadn't discovered the spaceship in the cellar for over ten years, especially when he was so curious and loved to climb around as a child.
David himself had secretly sneaked in here to check when he was just a few years old.
"After all, it's a real spaceship."
"I understand." Jonathan looked as if he had aged several years, questioning whether his actions were correct. Leaning on David, he sat down on the steps and unexpectedly patted his son's shoulder.
"David, my son, you did very well."
His voice was hoarse as he looked with relief at his son, who had always been exceptionally sensible and had never shown any unusual signs because of it.
"It doesn't matter where Clark comes from, or if he's an alien. What's important is that he's our family, and he's the brother who grew up with you."
"Don't blame him for reacting so intensely; he just can't accept it right now..."
"I'll go find him." Seeing his father speaking in such a dazed state, David frowned and got up to leave.
"If, I mean, if..." Jonathan paused, then cautioned, "If Clark doesn't want to come back for now, don't force him."
Learning two pieces of devastating news in one day, and having his entire past life as a son of Kent negated, he could imagine the impact on his elder son.
"I will."
David nodded at his father.
However, he didn't quite feel that way, thinking to himself.
If I can't convince Clark.
In this situation, I'll have to resort to a 'Face-Breaking Correction Fist' to calm him down.
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