I'm Superman's Brother, But I Got Thanos's Template

Chapter 95: Superman's First Appearance

Shortly after Clark left the clothing store, he transformed again and went back. After confirming the owner didn't recognize him, he left, suppressing his delight.

This was an ability he'd accidentally discovered after becoming blind.

He had already explained to his close friends Chloe and Pete that his vision was temporarily affected due to some illness, and he didn't know if it would recover.

Chloe and Pete had been worried and concerned. Chloe feared he might become depressed and give up during the holidays because of his potential blindness.

She had dragged him along as her reporter assistant, just like before, wanting him to feel useful and capable of doing many things, so he wouldn't have time to dwell on negative thoughts.

Thinking of this, Clark, walking on the road with his white cane, appearing blind, couldn't help but smile.

But people he wasn't very familiar with would stop him and ask what happened to his eyes.

Clark knew that many of them were concerned out of genuine goodwill.

"But it's hard enough to lie once. Every time someone asks, I have to repeat the lie."

A look of helplessness flashed across his face.

So, during the time before and after the holidays, whenever he encountered someone familiar, he would hide, hoping they wouldn't see him or recognize him.

And it had actually happened.

Clark didn't know when he'd acquired this ability.

At first, he thought it was because of his sunglasses, but even when he took them off and even stopped people, they didn't recognize him.

Familiar voices and heartbeats assured him he wasn't mistaken.

Knock knock!

In an apartment building in Metropolis, Clark knocked on a door.

"You're finally here, Clark. Come in quickly."

Chloe, who was doing her makeup and fixing her hair, quickly welcomed the blind-looking Clark into the room.

"I thought something had happened to you on the way, it scared me to death."

This wasn't Smallville, their small country town. Metropolis was filled with endless streams of traffic.

"Don't worry about me, Chloe. You've seen me move around freely. I'm adapting well to my current life."

Clark said with a smile.

"If it were Pete instead of you, seeing you go up and down stairs like a normal person during this time, I would really suspect you were playing a prank."

After thinking about it, Chloe nodded in agreement.

She didn't know how Clark managed it, adapting to life as a blind person in less than two days, even better than someone who had been blind for decades.

But she had somewhat gotten used to Clark's peculiar nature.

"Sometimes, I really wonder if you have some kind of hypnotic ability."

Sitting back at the dressing table, Chloe continued to comb her hair while looking in the mirror. She mentioned it casually, but it made Clark's heart tighten.

"What do you mean?"

"It's like you have a strange magic about you. Even though you're so outstanding in many ways, you always manage to make people overlook you, treating you like background scenery in school."

Tall and handsome, with outstanding athletic abilities and excellent grades...

Clark's merits were countless, yet he had always been an invisible presence at Smallville High School.

"Speaking of excellence, I think your cousin is the truly outstanding one.

Why have you never mentioned her? Lois Lane is your cousin."

Clark wasn't sure if he'd had this ability before. He pushed his sunglasses up his nose, changing the subject, and also asking the question he'd been wanting to ask.

"You know, it's not a good thing to have someone in your generation of the family be too outstanding."

Chloe's makeup application paused, and she said helplessly.

"..."

Clark fell silent. He could relate to that feeling.

"When will I have the honor of meeting your cousin?"

He said, his eyes filled with memory, lost in thought.

"Her writing reveals a spirit that dares to face fierce beasts, her penmanship is sharp and precise. Reading Lois Lane's articles is like appreciating a thrilling war dance."

He had been blind during this time, his world shrouded in darkness, but he had had the time to do things he rarely did before, like reading...

His horizons had greatly expanded through newspapers and news. Among them, Lois Lane's reporting style had deeply captivated him; she was never afraid to expose darkness and corruption.

Slam!

"She's very busy. Have you achieved great military merits? Do you have billions in assets? Or are you a widely known celebrity?

If not, she probably won't have the time."

With a slam of the makeup box, Chloe slapped her forehead. She retracted her previous compliment. Clark wasn't without flaws; his lack of understanding of girls alone made it difficult for him to be a popular figure in school.

Complimenting one girl while spacing out in front of another?

"But her articles also feature interviews with children from war-torn countries, residents of chaotic neighborhoods, and victims of pollution from large corporations..."

Clark remained oblivious, believing his previous statement hadn't fully captured the essence of the fiery, decisive female reporter who was all the rage in journalism.

It was precisely by reading her news that he learned about the numerous unfortunate people in the world, so many who needed help, and that's what led him to resolve to do something.

For instance, to make the 'Blue Hood' appear in Metropolis.

"Besides slightly changing my appearance, remember my brother said my costume looked more like a bank robber's."

"...Clark!"

"What?"

Clark was a bit flustered, not understanding why his friend suddenly shouted. Judging by the rapid breathing and heartbeat, it sounded like anger.

His blindness hadn't been without its troubles, such as Clark's eyes still being able to shoot heat vision, but he could no longer read people's expressions in a timely manner.

"Do you have any objections to the plan of going with me to interview the Vietnam War veteran today? Do you think it's too ordinary?"

"No, of course not."

Clark waved his hand.

"Very good."

Chloe, suppressing her anger, shoved the notebook needed for the interview into Clark's arms and said.

"Then let's go now."

...

Bang!

"Stay still, behave yourself."

"We've got that female police officer. We're on the courthouse roof."

A group of robbers wearing silly animal masks had apprehended a female police officer and knocked her unconscious.

This audacious kidnapping, taking a female police officer who was a witness to the courthouse roof, the leader of these robbers wasn't in any hurry at all. He was speaking at length with his boss on the phone, with a helicopter that had been arranged for them waiting nearby.

"Besides her, there's no other evidence that could be used against you, sir."

"Very good, Anglie. I have an important meeting at one o'clock. Hurry up and settle this, take her onto the helicopter, and get out of there quickly."

On the other end of the phone, a white-haired man who looked like a successful business elite's eyes flashed with ferocity as he said indifferently.

"Yes, sir."

"Let go of that woman!"

Suddenly, a voice cut through the air.

The robbers, all wearing bulletproof vests and heavily armed, quickly turned their heads. They thought it was the police who had followed them up to the roof after realizing something was wrong, but they saw a young man in a blue T-shirt.

The tall young man stood with his chest out, his physique like a Greek sculpture, bathed in sunlight. His posture, carefully designed to convey a sense of security, seemed a bit unpracticed. His red cape billowed in the wind behind him.

"Kid, which circus did you run away from?"

Seeing that he wasn't carrying any weapons, the leader with the monkey mask was stunned for a moment. He pointed his gun at him and sneered. The other bandits also burst into laughter.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you one chance. Get out of my sight in three seconds."

"Or what?"

"Or what?"

Not getting the expected reaction, the monkey-faced leader's eyes darkened.

"Open fire, turn him into a sieve!"

Da da da!

Laughing, the robbers pulled their triggers, aiming at the blue figure in the sunlight. Muzzles spewed fire, and bullets roared towards him.

"Die, you ridiculous kid!"

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