I, the younger brother of Superman, got the Thanos template

Chapter 68 Wishing Stone

"Which small town with a bit of history doesn't have a few strange stories?"

Clark scratched the back of his head and smiled.

"The unusual and strange event of the meteorite shower may have given the opportunity for the rise and spread of strange stories."

"maybe."

Regarding this sentence, Luther did not refute, and smiled lightly.

I wanted to invest in this tragic genius to study meteorites vigorously, but it turned out to be a step late.

But it doesn't matter, recently he accidentally discovered an incredible mysterious thing, which may bring him a different surprise.

"Is the 'magic lamp' that can fulfill all wishes in fairy tales true or false?"

With a flash in his eyes, Luthor paused for a while and thought for a while, then said goodbye to the two, turned and left with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Your acting skills have improved."

After watching Luther leave, David said slowly.

There were hardly any flaws in Clark's expression just now.

"Of course, it would be better if you didn't add that extra physical movement."

Having seen what he wanted to see, David left a suggestion and turned to go home.

Hearing his brother's praise, Clark couldn't be happy at all. The corpse was pushed out of the ward by the nurse and was about to be placed in the underground mortuary. He sighed and felt a little heavy.

"Meteorite..."

Another victim of a meteorite.

If he hadn't brought the meteorite, Mr Hamilton might still be an acclaimed scientist rather than the Frankenstein the townsfolk see.

Zizi... Ka Ka Ka!

Suddenly, bursts of piercing sounds blasted into the ears of the lost Clark.

The sound of medical machines running, the wheels of the hospital bed being pushed and the ground rubbing against the ground, the cries of pain from patients, and the cries of babies...

All kinds of sounds drilled into his ears, and the eardrums were pounded like drums, and the loud noise made him unable to think.

"Ah... my ears."

Clark held his head, staggered back in pain, and sat down on the hospital bench.

"Another...another ability?"

Try to keep it under control, Clark, it's nothing to be afraid of.

It was just another super sensory ability. Clark, who had awakened super vision, had experience. Like David inspired him last time, he concentrated and kept convincing himself that he could control it.

Under careful control, the deafening sound like a frenzy in my ears gradually became less harsh.

……

Luther Manor.

At night, in the quiet and deserted office.

Under the light, Lex Luthor's gaze was gloomy, and he was caressing an object in his hand.

"A surprise discovery at the Metropolitan Museum last time."

A cluster of yellow crystals grows on a gray rock base, and the base is surrounded by an ancient brass ring with dense Latin engraved on it, which seems to be an ancient handicraft.

However, the materials used are not unusual, and the age cannot be identified at all. When the Metropolitan Museum purchased a batch of Egyptian cultural relics, it was incidentally added. Egyptian cultural relics appraisers commented that it is a modern handicraft that is not worth a hundred dollars.

It doesn't have the value of exhibition, so when Luthor finished browsing the cultural relics in the Egyptian exhibition area, he saw someone randomly piled it and a bunch of sundries into the warehouse.

"Is it a fateful encounter?"

During the security handling process, the crystal stone slipped from the top of the stacked boxes and fell to the ground from a height of more than two meters, but it was intact.

He has a certain ability in jewelry appraisal. Luthor was a little surprised that a piece of crystal was so broken. He stepped forward to pick it up with the help of a gentleman, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and wanted to put it back in the security guard's hands.

"Hold this thing and make a wish."

Behind the desk, Luther softly read the Latin inscribed on the stone ring.

At that time, after seeing these eight characters, he thought of all kinds of mysteries in the small town.

"It's like a magic lamp in a fairy tale, an interesting object."

Luther, who had never believed in such things before, bought it on a whim.

After bringing it back to the manor, it will be placed on the bookshelf as an interesting handicraft.

I accidentally knocked it down while picking up a book on the bookshelf yesterday, and this crystal stone fell to the ground again, but it was still not damaged at all.

He became interested, and then found that the hardness of this thing was far beyond his imagination.

"Although it's crystal, it can't be smashed with a hammer, and a thousand-degree fire can't crack you."

Luther stroked the cold and hard crystal stone in his hand, and a trace of heat appeared in his eyes.

After that, he tried various methods to break it, but all failed, not even leaving a trace, and the hardness was beyond imagination.

"It's simply not like a mortal creation."

On the computer next to him, there is a newly sent information that was paid a high price for investigation, and it is accompanied by photos of ancient stone carvings.

"4000 years ago, you appeared in the Indus Valley, and suddenly appeared in Carthage in 146 BC, and in the fourth year of AD, the Kushite Empire..."

"Romulus II, after the assassination of the last emperor of the Western Roman Empire, he held you tightly unwillingly before he died..."

Luther's tone was faint.

"Mirror, mirror, tell me, what's your secret?"

Holding the stone, he uttered a spell like a wish in a fairy tale.

One second and two seconds passed, and nothing happened after that.

Because he had no intention of making a wish, his tone was even mocking.

It can be determined that this is a strange object with wonderful magical powers, but there are either huge restrictions on wishing or huge costs.

"Otherwise, Romulus II would have ruled the world long ago, right?"

Under the light, Luther, whose face was half hidden in the darkness, sneered, and murmured softly with restrained ambition in his eyes.

"No hurry...I'll figure out your secret."

Only then will he make a wish, but he hasn't figured out what to wish for yet.

"Learn all the secrets related to meteorites? Or become a modern-day Alexander to rule the world?..."

……

After a pleasant and cozy dinner.

The sky is full of stars, and the cool night wind blows.

David and Kayla came outside the farm. As the only person in the family who 'knows' Kayla well, his parents asked him to come and see Kayla off.

"Thank you for today's matter."

After walking for more than ten meters, David was silent for a while before speaking.

"It's nothing, Nama.

I can do anything for you. "

With brisk steps, Keira's face was filled with a touch of joy.

"You are the destined savior."

"Can you stop calling me Nama?"

David frowned slightly, and raised it uncomfortably.

He didn't agree with the prophecy, and he didn't care much about Keira's name before, but now she has become a family friend. Mother Martha and father Jonathan like this heroic and intelligent girl very much.

"You had close contact with Clark.

Se Gai, the so-called prophecy of your tribe who will destroy the world, is definitely not him. Giving him a girl is enough to make him scramble. How to destroy the world? "

The so-called strength is stronger than ten people, and the eyes can emit flames. It is not surprising that aliens are a little different from humans.

As for the arrival of the sky fire, it was mostly the misjudgment of the shining light of the arrival of the spaceship by the people with backward technology at that time.

"And the savior..."

Helplessness flashed across David's eyes.

At that time, the aborigines probably didn't know what the mainland was, and the world in their eyes was probably only a ravine.

"sure……"

Keira smiled. She also felt that Namar's name was not too close, her eyes lit up, and she tried to propose it.

"Can I call you David?"

Seeing that David didn't resist, she frowned and brought it up.

"Your brother Clark really has nothing to do with destruction and destruction at this time."

Kayla recalled the process of getting in touch with Clark, she was shy and kind, and would be very anxious about the crisis of her family.

"But... even the cruel and cold-blooded crocodile was ignorant and cute when it was born."

Still, she doesn't take it lightly to believe that the 500-year-old prophecy in the tribe is false.

"The lion's bloodthirsty nature exists in its bones. Even if it resists its fate, it will not be able to eat grass for a living. Sooner or later, it will show its fangs."

David: "..."

……

"Nama? Segai?

Destroy the world, me? "

Standing on the attic of the warehouse, watching his younger brother send Keira away dozens of meters away, Clark, who had just finished eating and secretly practiced controlling the newly emerging ability, showed astonishment.

He just heard something by accident.

David seemed to be talking about something weird with Kayla.

During the period, it seemed that he was talking about what kind of Segai he was, his bloodthirsty nature was engraved in his bones, and he would destroy the world in the future?

"Just... just kidding."

David sent Keira back and climbed up to the attic, which is most suitable for stargazing. Clark watched his younger brother come up from the stairs, and couldn't help but speak.

"David, what were you and Kayla talking about just now?"

(End of this chapter)