What's wrong with Superman's brother wanting to be Homelander?

Chapter 29: Da Chao: My brother is just an ordinary person?

Clark did not block out the strange noise that sounded obviously off.

He planned to sneak out and check it out later.

Judging from the frequency of the sound, the other party should be some distance away from Kent Farm.

"Clark, how are you?"

"I'm much better, Dad."

Seeing the urgency in Jonathan's eyes, Clark replied in a low voice, his previously pent-up frustration dissipating considerably.

Although he still resented his father for not letting him join the football team, Clark also knew that this did not negate his father's concern for him.

It would have been even more perfect if my father hadn't been so stubborn with me.

"Get some rest. If you're still not feeling well tomorrow, I'll help you call in sick."

Jonathan and Martha breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, only Lucas and Clark remained in the room.

Clark glanced at Lucas, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

I hesitated whether to tell my brother about the sound I had just heard.

The sound was rather strange. It was running very fast, and it was clearly the sound that could only be made when both legs were upright, but it was quite different from the sound of a human running.

However, Clark ultimately chose not to tell Lucas for the time being.

After all, the other party is not like him, possessing superhuman strength and speed. He is just an ordinary person who is keen on training in his daily life. Once he encounters danger, he is likely to get into trouble.

My clothes are soaked; I need to go to the restroom.

Clark made up an excuse and left the bedroom.

Completely unaware that Lucas had witnessed her sneaking out of the farm, she was completely oblivious.

Once Clark's figure was enveloped by the layers of cornfields, Lucas leisurely dressed and went out as well.

……

Clark moved at an astonishing speed through the endless cornfields.

Rows of corn stalks rushed past, their stems and leaves stretching into blurry shadows in his vision, the entire field rushing backward as he sped along.

After crossing another cornfield, Clark finally stopped.

He activated his super hearing and carefully searched for the strange sound that had suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, feeling a foul-smelling cold wind coming from the back of his neck, Clark suddenly spun around and, without thinking, threw a heavy punch at the back of his neck.

"Bang!"

The force of the punch tore through the air, producing a sharp, explosive sound.

With a heavy thud, the two- or three-meter-tall chrysanthemum monster crashed heavily to the ground, sending dirt flying and causing swathes of corn stalks to fall over with a loud thud.

The strike hit its mark perfectly, and the unrestrained release of power caused Clark to reveal an unprecedented level of excitement.

At the same time, he immediately looked down to see what had attacked him.

However, upon seeing the Demon King's appearance, Clark's tense muscles instinctively stiffened, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He swore that such a bizarre and sinister creature could not possibly belong to Earth.

"roar!"

But before he could think further, amidst the astonished gazes of the townspeople,

This monster, with no nose or eyes, a head that looked like a man-eating flower come to life, and strong, powerful upper limbs, actually managed to stand up again, albeit unsteadily.

You should know that that punch was enough to total a car.

The Chrysanthemum Monster let out a piercing, sharp cry, and its five fleshy petals on its head suddenly opened, revealing layers of sharp teeth inside. It glared at Clark menacingly, like a ferocious beast that had been provoked.

The next moment, the opponent's thick thighs suddenly exerted force, and he pounced straight at them.

Clark was unable to dodge in time and was knocked away by the suddenly attacking Chrysanthemum Monster.

"boom!"

He finally regained his balance after carving a long furrow in the ground.

Shaking off the dirt and pebbles from his head and spitting out the mud from his mouth, Clark stood up unharmed.

Although he is still just a teenager, his amazing defensive and regenerative abilities were already given to him at birth and did not need to be gradually awakened.

The Chrysanthemum Monster's attacks were like tickling him.

"Whatever you are, this is not a place for you!"

Clark's gaze was piercing, his bones cracking and popping, and his eyes blazed with an unprecedented fighting spirit as he spoke, word by word.

The piercing screech suddenly rose, and the chrysanthemum monster's five-petaled head opened and closed wildly, as if responding to the provocation.

It moved with the agility of a cheetah, charging forward swiftly, its claws, as large as fans, aimed straight for Clark's neck.

Although Clark had little combat experience, he was aware of the situation and easily dodged the Chrysanthemum Monster's furious attack with his extreme speed.

At the same time, Clark suddenly burst forth with astonishing speed, like a high-speed American semi-trailer truck, instantly rushing towards the Chrysanthemum Monster.

A dull, loud bang rang out, and the nearly three-meter-tall Chrysanthemum Monster's massive body trembled violently. The immense force sent it flying sideways, its exposed, deformed skin exploding open on the spot, blood gushing out.

I experienced firsthand what it feels like to "strike it rich".

As a highly intelligent predator.

The Chrysanthemum Monster wasn't just reckless; it immediately realized how strange and troublesome its prey was and began to retreat.

The Chrysanthemum Monster staggered to a thick tree and slashed at it quickly with its sharp claws.

What happened next surprised Clark.

As the grotesque monster made its bizarre movement, the tree trunk, like a layer of soaked paper, began to bulge, wrinkle, and stretch strangely...

The next moment, a gray-black, sticky crack, like a festering wound, slowly spread from the tree trunk.

Immediately afterward, before Clark could react,

This chrysanthemum monster, brimming with confidence as it went out to hunt, used an unprecedented survival instinct to force its way into the dimensional rift before it had even fully formed.

Clark rushed over, but as the Chrysanthemum Monster disappeared, the dimensional rift leading to the Reverse World was instantly smoothed out.

"Shit!"

Clark slapped the tree trunk hard, and after the entire tree collapsed without finding any way out, he couldn't help but curse angrily.

This monster, which looked like a chrysanthemum, was too eerie. Most importantly, he sensed a strong sense of decay, savagery, madness, and a cold, deathly aura emanating from it, as well as an aura of detachment from reality.

He worried that the monster would return when he wasn't looking and harm his family.

After searching again without success, Clark reluctantly left.

However, no sooner had he left than Lucas, who had been secretly following behind, emerged from the shadows.

He wasn't sure if Clark had realized someone was following him.

Based on the current situation, it seems unlikely.

Clearly, Superman will only activate his super hearing when needed.

After all, before one can use this ability skillfully, its side effects are enough to drive a person crazy.

Thinking this, Lucas turned to look at the large tree that was torn to pieces.

Thanks to the enhanced [Divine Insight] ability he had acquired during this period, he clearly saw a wisp of decaying gray light appear in the air...