"How did you do that?"
Little Hal, who had finally recovered after a long while, looked up at Eric, still shaken and breathing heavily, and asked.
"Do you want to go again?"
Eric was a little surprised, seeing that the other party didn't look very scared.
Didn't this "troublemaker" know how to spell "death"?
"You can't do that!"
Green Lantern Hal's voice came from behind them.
Eric turned around, and on the pebble beach by the river, Hal was glaring at Eric, looking indignant.
"What?"
"I won't allow you to hurt—"
He paused, feeling it was a bit strange to tell someone not to hurt himself.
"I won't allow you to hurt Hal."
He repeated the sentence again.
The moment Eric pushed little Hal out, his heart almost stopped.
He put on his Green Lantern Ring, wanting to rush over immediately and save his younger self.
But the instant the Green Lantern Ring activated, he found that Eric had already moved to below the bridge.
"I'm not hurting him; I'm just letting him experience what it's like to fly."
Eric had long noticed that Green Lantern had been following him.
It was just that a mischievous impulse had struck him, and wanting to see his reaction, he had allowed the other party to follow him all along.
"Just like when I pushed Dana off the building earlier, I just wanted her to experience the feeling of flying."
"No, you weren't."
Hal's tone was filled with anger, and the emotions he had been suppressing so hard suddenly erupted.
Most of the time, he was an optimistic, cheerful, and romantic person, but once something he cared about deeply was involved, his emotions would become somewhat irrational.
"Don't come near my family. This is our story."
Hal took a step closer to Eric, threatening.
"I don't think a guy who abandoned his family and mother at eighteen would have any attachment to so-called family."
Eric sneered, "So-called understanding is a bidirectional energy interaction. Your mother couldn't understand you, but you also couldn't understand your mother. It's a pity that in front of your so-called strongest willpower in the entire universe, you can't even analyze this most basic emotional spectrum. It really is a somewhat despicable joke."
"You!"
Hal stepped back in shock, "How did you know?!"
Why would the other party know everything he would experience in the future?
That was clearly a story that happened in the future; why would he know?
Could it be true, as Supergirl said, that Eric was also a transmigrator?!
No!
Impossible!
This was too absurd!
Many thoughts flashed through Hal's mind in an instant, and his heart was in a mess.
"Brother Eric, can you take me one more time? I was a little scared just now, but this time, I'll definitely overcome my fear!"
Apparently unaware that Eric was teasing him, little Hal asked him, eager to try again.
"Also, are you a god? I've never seen anyone go from the bridge to the bottom of the bridge in an instant. Only legendary gods can do that!"
Little Hal, who was a bit thick-skinned, asked Eric with admiration in his eyes.
And without waiting for Eric to answer, he continued to chatter, "I experienced this feeling at Yalu Aviation. I once climbed a very tall flagpole and then slid down like a firefighter. That feeling was like gliding in the air, but compared to that, this is the coolest way to fly!"
"..."
Eric glanced at Green Lantern, a little surprised. Were you that reckless when you were little?
Understanding the disdain in Eric's eyes, Hal helplessly covered his forehead.
It's over!
He estimated that his counterpart in this timeline would be toyed with by this guy forever.
He suddenly regretted provoking the other party!
After Eric left Coast City, he returned to Kent Farm and was immediately stopped by a somewhat uneasy Clark.
"You look unwell, Clark."
Eric looked at his cheap older brother sitting on the wooden steps outside the door.
"Yes, I haven't slept all night."
Clark stood up, his face filled with a look of confusion and struggle.
"Are you worried about Kara, Green Lantern, and Wonder Woman, that they'll cause trouble again? If it's that, Clark, you can rest assured. Although in some sense, they're at odds with us, they're not some villain without a bottom line."
Eric casually comforted him.
"No, it's not because of that, Eric."
Clark's voice was filled with confusion.
"I... I saw my biological father last night."
"Your biological father? Jor-El?"
"Yes, come with me, Eric."
Jonathan and Martha were not home at this time, so Clark didn't have to worry about anything and went directly into the barn with Eric.
"It's strange. When I talked to him, the voice clearly came from the spaceship, but it sounded like it was coming from inside my head. He told me, 'It's time.'"
"Time for what?"
Eric asked him, frowning.
"To leave Smallville and fulfill my destiny."
"Your destiny? So what is your destiny?"
"I don't know."
Clark shook his head, "Grand goals like conquering the world or conquering planets—I have no interest in that."
Looking at the tightly closed cellar door, Clark paused for a moment and continued, "I don't understand why this is happening when everything in my life is going smoothly. The farm's debt is paid off, Eric, you've become a writer, and I'm about to become an older brother. I don't understand—"
His right hand rested on the nearby wooden pillar, leaving deep indentations.
"If I could, I'd destroy it!"
Clark, who had been silent for a moment, looked up, his eyes instantly becoming resolute.
"This is my home. You, Dad, and Mom are the existences I can never abandon. This is where I belong. I'm not going anywhere!"
Hearing Clark's words, Eric was a little surprised.
He really hadn't expected his older brother to have such courage now.
"While I admire your courage, Clark, you can't damage it until you have enough strength."
Eric directly pointed out the most crucial problem at hand.
"I know, but I'll keep trying to find a way."
Clark looked towards the barn, his eyes seemingly able to see the spaceship inside through the wooden door. "It wants to control me. I don't know how long I can hold out, and I don't know when it will act. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow. I don't know, Eric, I need your help."
He looked at his younger brother with a slightly helpless gaze, "Only you can help me."
Facing Clark's gaze, Eric pondered for a moment, "I will, Clark, but not now. You need to calm down."
"I'm calm now. I won't let it control me, but if that accident happens, you'll stop me, right?"
Clark reconfirmed with Eric.
"I will."
"Even if it means destroying me?"
Clark's eyes flickered with an inexplicable light.
"No one is going to destroy you, Clark."
"Who knows?"
The light in Clark's eyes dimmed somewhat. He took his hand off the wooden pillar and looked at the distant sunset.
"When I was little, I liked watching zombie movies. Not just then, but I still like them now, of course, not because of fear. No matter what kind of zombie, I can deal with them, so I don't feel scared."
Clark talked about his hobbies. "What I'm afraid of is the protagonist and his teammates dying one by one. Whenever someone gets infected, a teammate who was originally a friend, or even family, will turn into a zombie the next second and attack their friends nearby. Abandoning all reason and emotion, they attack their teammates who were once friends and family."
"Eric, I don't want to become that kind of infected zombie, so I need you to stop me at the most critical moment! If I try to hurt you and Mom and Dad, then kill me like you'd shoot a zombie."
Clark said to his younger brother with a serious look.
"I will, but leave the matter of destroying the Krypton spaceship to me."
Eric was silent for a few seconds, then said to Clark.
Although he appeared indifferent to Clark on the surface, and even occasionally played tricks on him.
But after more than ten years of living together, an unbreakable bond of kinship had been forged.
Eric didn't know if he could personally take down Clark.
Even if the other party became an utterly evil person, he estimated he would still hesitate.
Since facing this problem, and unable to find an answer, Eric decided to solve the person who posed the problem.
"Thanks, but I'll figure it out myself."
Clark smiled at Eric, then turned his head to gaze at the sunset shining into the barn.
The faint, dark red sunset illuminated the cellar, casting a light red glow on their bodies.
"I don't know."
Clark looked at the sunset outside, whose full view he couldn't see, and took a deep breath. "I don't know if this will be the last time I'm illuminated by the sunset."
Eric didn't speak. He stood in the farm for a while and then walked outside.
"I hope it's not for you, and this is just another sunset."
Eric's faint voice came.
Clark cast his gaze on Eric's retreating figure, hesitating for a moment.
"Eric, thank you."
"What?"
"Thank you for trusting me."
Clark tried to put those bad emotions aside and thanked Eric.
Eric paused for a moment, didn't reply, and just left.
Clark's gaze remained fixed on Eric's retreating figure. After his figure disappeared, he turned around to face the cellar, a hint of ruthlessness appearing on his face.
"No one can dictate my life!"
Gritting his teeth, he was about to take some action when he suddenly felt a dizzy spell, followed by a sharp pain that struck his mind.
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