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Batman slammed on the brakes, watching the green figure crash into the black brick wall, then shatter the bricks to pieces.
Bang!
As the bricks crumbled and fell, the green figure crashed to the ground.
Extending the communicator on his arm, Batman whispered, "Alfred, I've installed a tracker on one of the suspects. Help me track his location."
"Alright, Master. Sunset Park is two streets from you. If you take a shortcut, you should be able to intercept him. Are you sure you don't need me to provide you with a route map?"
"No!"
Batman looked at the green figure, who was getting up from the ground and shaking his head.
"I've encountered a more dangerous and vigilant target."
He said as he walked towards the other party.
Hal, who had been punched into the wall by Wonder Woman, stood up from the ground.
His head was slightly dizzy.
But the biggest problem was being knocked flying by a woman; he felt a bit humiliated.
Just as he was about to "battle" Wonder Woman, he found a dark figure standing in front of him.
The "vampire" he had been discussing earlier was now standing before him.
Batman's wise eyes, hidden beneath his mask, watched him vigilantly.
"Oh, when all misfortunes come together, it means I've become Edward Murphy today."
(Edward Murphy, the inventor of Murphy's Law.)
After standing up, Hal unhappily kicked the shattered bricks on the ground.
"Crackle!"
Eric kicked away the hard ice in front of him.
The perpetually frozen ice was shattered by his kick.
As far as the eye could see, darkness and vibrant colors intertwined.
The temperature was estimated to be below minus fifty degrees Celsius, with a cold wind carrying white ice particles blowing through the air.
Despite wearing only a thin single layer of clothing, Eric felt no cold whatsoever.
Superman's physique granted him the ability to survive in harsh environments.
Whether it was outer space, high temperatures, low temperatures, or even the bottom of the ocean, he could survive in all these extreme conditions.
He raised his head, and in his eyes, green and light blue auroras hung in the sky, displaying magnificent colors.
Eric was not in the mood to admire the aurora for now. He used his Super Vision to look left and right.
After the outline of an iceberg came into his view, he carried the spaceship and flew towards the iceberg.
His feet landed steadily on the ice, and Heat Vision shot out from his eyes.
Sizzle!
The Heat Vision, with controlled output, carved a hole in the iceberg.
As the Heat Vision continuously outputted, the hole extended deeper and deeper.
Only after the hole reached a depth of over ten meters did Eric stop the Heat Vision from his eyes.
He then put the spaceship inside the iceberg.
He activated his Heat Vision again, directly cutting the entire iceberg in half from the middle.
With a thunderous roar, the entire iceberg collapsed.
Floating in mid-air, Eric watched the collapse of the iceberg with an expressionless face.
He then casually threw the pre-prepared green Krypton meteorite onto the collapsed iceberg, allowing the green meteorite to blend with the iceberg.
Green Kryptonite was useful for blocking spaceship information transmission, and combined with the low temperature, it played an important role in suppressing the spaceship's reawakening.
He remembered that Krypton's reconnaissance craft was buried in the Arctic. Letting it sleep there, accompanying its long-dead compatriots, could be considered a special kind of companionship!
After glancing at the iceberg, Eric prepared to leave.
After flying into the sky, he activated his Super Vision and flew forward.
But amidst the swirling snow, he suddenly discovered a spaceship similar to the one he had just buried.
It was buried in the shallow layer of ice, easily detected with his X-ray vision.
Eric landed on the ice, used Heat Vision to cut open the ice layer, and discovered this severely damaged escape pod.
The escape pod, with its black surface covered in complex patterns, was severely damaged, and Eric felt no energy fluctuations from it.
He reached out and opened the escape pod door, finding a black strip with an "S" shaped mark inside.
The bottom of the strip was engraved with the words "Kara Zor-El," which he initially determined to be the spaceship's key.
Holding the spaceship's key, Eric fell into contemplation.
This escape pod should be Supergirl Kara's escape pod.
He remembered that Kara's spaceship followed closely behind Clark's, but then it was hit by a meteorite and veered off course, causing her to arrive on Earth more than a decade later than Clark.
Could it be that Supergirl, who was over a decade late compared to Clark, had now arrived on Earth?
The Kara he had tied to the tree earlier was the future Kara.
And the Kara of this current timeline had already successfully arrived on Earth.
Putting away the black key, Eric chuckled softly.
It seems things are getting more and more interesting.
"Clark, are you alright?"
Martha put down the fruit salad she was making and asked him.
"I'm fine, just a bit tired. Maybe it's because I've been rushing to finish my English thesis recently, and also helping Chloe as a temporary reporter. This juggling of tasks might be making me a bit mentally exhausted."
Clark smiled and explained to his mother.
Several days had passed since Eric threw the spaceship to the North Pole.
To his relief, the spaceship had not returned.
But his mental state was getting worse and worse.
"Clark, you're putting too much mental pressure on yourself. Sometimes you need to relax appropriately."
Martha said to her younger son, "For example, Lex's wedding. I heard he invited you and Eric to be groomsmen. Maybe you can take this opportunity to relax. Invite the girl you like to attend the wedding together. It's a good relaxing activity, isn't it?"
"Mom."
Clark smiled helplessly, "I'm spending a lot of time now memorizing the wedding speech. To recite all of that with emotion in a short amount of time, I don't think that's an easy task."
"Just speak your heart. At your father's and my wedding, his best man was his cousin. Compared to his identity as a musician, everyone suspected he was an illegal immigrant from Mexico."
Martha laughed as she spoke, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that about him. Back to Lex and Doctor Helen's wedding, do you know? Lex invited your father and me to be the groom's parents."
"Invited you?"
Clark showed a surprised expression, "Isn't his father still alive?"
"His father won't be coming to his wedding. It seems their wedding hasn't received their parents' blessing."
Martha put down the fruit salad and said, "So he'll invite your father and me."
"Then Dad must have refused. I know he has a lot of opinions about Lex."
"No!"
Martha smiled and shook her head, "Jonathan was going to refuse, but as soon as he heard that Lex didn't have his parents' blessing, he hesitated."
"Although he complains about the Luthor Family and doesn't have a great impression of Lex, compared to those things, he's even less willing to see a child have such a regret at the most important wedding of his life."
As if thinking of her husband, Martha's lips curved into a smile, "Jonathan is always like that, but…"
She then looked at Clark, "This is also why I love him. If kindness sometimes becomes outdated, misunderstood, and labeled as weakness, pedantry, or a do-gooder, I think Jonathan will be the one who will never tear off that label."
"Yes."
Clark smiled, "Dad is just that kind of person."
He walked over to help his mother move dinner from the kitchen to the table. "I've always hoped to be like Dad."
As he placed dinner on the table and was about to go outside to call his father and Eric for dinner, a newspaper placed by the table suddenly caught his attention.
He picked up the newspaper, and the headline that caught his eye was—"Luthor Family's Anwort Mine Collapses, No Casualties Reported."
"Collapse?"
Seeing this word, his eyes instantly lit up.
Yes, if he could completely destroy that place, he would never have to worry again.
After Eric moved the spaceship to the North Pole, he was still being harassed by Jor-El.
The cave from his dreams reappeared in his nightmares.
Several times he woke up in the middle of the night to find himself standing in the wilderness.
If Eric hadn't reminded him, he probably would have continued sleepwalking outside in the middle of the night.
What frightened him most was that when he followed his dream memories to find the cave during the day, he actually found an identical one.
There were signs of collapse at the cave entrance, but it seemed a path had been re-opened.
Upon entering the cave, the walls were covered with Kryptonian writing.
Even without systematically learning these characters, Clark could still understand their meaning.
At the deepest part of the cave, graphics and text on the rock wall formed a complex pattern, with an octagonal blank space in the middle, seemingly waiting to be filled.
Clark, who had been summoned here multiple times by sleepwalking, no longer felt yearning and curiosity about his origins, but fear.
He feared that he would truly be controlled by his so-called biological father and destroy everything around him.
Thus, the idea of destroying this cave was born in his heart.
Just as Eric moved the spaceship to the North Pole, he could also destroy this cave.
How to completely destroy this cave?
His Heat Vision?
Apparently, the power wasn't enough. Should he add some explosives?
But where would he get explosives?
Clark at the dinner table was lost in thought, so much so that Eric noticed his distraction.
"Eric."
Jonathan put down his knife and fork, glanced at Clark, and asked Eric directly, "You said you moved the spaceship to the North Pole?"
"Yes, I believe that's where it belongs."
Eric was currently enjoying the beef and potato stew on his plate. Hearing this, he explained to Jonathan:
"Clark often feels uncomfortable facing it, and it keeps stirring up trouble, just like what Mother experienced before. For safety reasons, I thought we could throw it to the North Pole. If it can fly back, maybe we can take a more extreme approach, like trying to destroy it."
Jonathan frowned upon hearing Eric's words, "You should have discussed it with us, Eric."
"Sorry, my mistake. I didn't think that far ahead at the time."
Eric apologized to Jonathan. It was indeed thoughtless of him at the time.
Clark, sitting on the other side, touched the burned mark on his chest, feeling somewhat restless.
If he hadn't been injured by the spaceship at that time, Eric probably wouldn't have thrown the spaceship to the North Pole in a fit of anger.
In retrospect, he had implicated Eric, and Clark's heart was now filled with guilt.
"Dad, it's me—"
Clark was about to explain to Jonathan.
But after Eric glared at him, he swallowed the words he wanted to say.
"Eric is also thinking of us."
Martha said to her husband beside her, "If there's any problem, he can go to the North Pole and bring the spaceship back. Our son can fly in the sky like a bird, can't he?"
"I'm not blaming Eric."
Jonathan gave a wry smile, "I just feel that we should have discussed it."
"Eric, Clark."
Jonathan looked at the two, "We are all family, and we will bear it together. If there's anything, we can handle it together."
"I will, Dad."
Clark nodded and agreed.
Eric also acknowledged.
The next morning, Smallville High School.
In chemistry class, Pete leaned over and asked Clark, "Clark, do you know about Dana?"
"Dana?"
Hearing the name, Clark's heart skipped a beat, but he still pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "What about her?"
"Her parents are missing, and she herself is recuperating in the hospital due to amnesia. Although no one knows what happened, everyone says she knows the truth about her parents' disappearance, but she's pretending to have amnesia to hide it."
"Pretending?"
Clark was startled.
"I don't know, some say that, but others believe she really has amnesia, who knows? Anyway, everyone's discussing it. But,"
Pete paused, "The reason people say she's pretending is that the police are investigating the accidental Deaths of her parents and the previous few baseball coaches. Maybe she's faking amnesia to avoid police investigation."
After Pete finished speaking, he poured the reagent from the test tube into the sink, preparing to add solid reagents, but because it wasn't cleaned properly, the test tube exploded as soon as the solid reagent was put in.
Fortunately, Clark was quick-witted and snatched the test tube, letting it explode in his hand, which prevented anyone from getting hurt.
"Pete, have you forgotten what I just told you?"
The chemistry teacher's roar echoed in the laboratory.
"Sorry, sorry, Teacher Luther."
Pete quickly apologized to the teacher.
"You said Pete."
Clark looked at the exploded test tube in his hand, "If I want to create a bigger explosion, what do I need?"
"What?"
Pete was stunned for a moment.
Clark put his hand, hidden under the lab table, into the sink on the lab bench, and all the glass shards fell out.
"Like a cave that's countless times larger than this test tube, if I want to completely destroy it, just like blowing up this test tube, blowing up that cave, what should I do?"
"Hey, Clark, I advise you not to do that. We're not professionals, nor are we terrorists, and we don't have T. Who knows, we might accidentally cause some trouble."
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