Marvel’s Superman

Although Clark struggled hard, he wanted to adjust his falling posture to resist the gravity of the earth.

But Luke's kick was like a cannonball, hitting his chest with all his strength, and Peiran's strength shook his bones with pain.

Not to mention flying, Clark found it extremely difficult to stretch a few fingers.

The body that was out of control fell rapidly and left the atmosphere in a flash.

Looking at the posture, it seems to be head down, and the face will land first.

Boom!

I saw a red afterimage dragging a fiery flame and smashed onto the hard ground.

A loud noise shook the four wilds.

A large amount of smoke and dust rose up, like rolling gray-yellow waves, setting off a strong airflow.

The solid rock formation collapsed, revealing a large oval-shaped crater.

"Ho ho..."

Clark gasped, barely opened his eyes, and saw the fluttering dark red cloak.

"Are you awake now?"

Luke asked softly with a kind smile on his face.

The little cousin of Krypton, who was still firmly occupied by his negative personality, opened his mouth slightly, as if he was brewing some unfriendly swear words beginning with "F".

"Think about it before answering. There is a price to pay for saying the wrong thing."

Luke said with a smile, but his well-meaning eyes revealed a dangerous aura.

He looked down at Clark, whose mind was affected by kryptonite, with a downward attitude.

Thinking of being shot down from outer space just now, the little cousin's body tensed.

"Wake up, wake up."

Clark seems to be much smarter than before after giving birth to a negative personality.

In other words, I know how to look at people's faces better.

"Really awake?"

Luke is still his approachable and friendly attitude.

"Really! Big cousin, I don't think I've ever been so awake!"

The little cousin obeyed his inner will and replied repeatedly.

Looking at the warmth of his "big cousin", it seems that the previous battles were all misunderstandings.

"That's good."

Luke nodded and asked casually, "It's time for questions. If you're sitting in a car and you can't pass because of traffic jams, and you happen to be in a hurry, what should you do?"

Clark was a little puzzled. Why did he suddenly switch to a quiz game?

Out of the first judgment in his heart, he said subconsciously: "Let the driver drive the car on the sidewalk? The road is crowded, but the street should be spacious."

Luke couldn't help but gave a thumbs up and praised: "An honest answer."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three punches smashed down!

The little cousin who collapsed in the pothole almost vomited blood and died.

"Big cousin, why are you beating me up again?"

Clark's negative personality is equally aggrieved.

Isn't what you said wrong?

If you're stuck in traffic and you're in a hurry, why not take your car on the sidewalk.

"Because you didn't obey the traffic rules, little cousin."

Luke retracted his fist and said, "Why don't you think about it again, what should you do?"

"Uh, sitting quietly in the car listening to the radio and waiting for the traffic to ease?"

Clark, who had a few more bruises around his left eye socket, came to a standard answer after careful consideration.

"Very well, that's what Superman said."

Luke nodded in satisfaction, he felt that even the black kryptonite distorted Clark's mind and gave birth to a negative personality.

I can still use the iron fist of justice to re-influence my little cousin and let him find himself.

Seeing the sparkling tears in Clark's eyes, Luke couldn't help showing a gratified smile.

The little cousin must have been moved by his good intentions, so he left touching tears.

"Then do you still want to rule the world?"

Luke asked with concern, like a census worker coming to the door.

"I don't want to, I don't want to."

Clark has learned to be smart this time, even if his head is full of all kinds of dark, evil, and terrible thoughts, he will never say it.

"I just want to live a peaceful life, work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and be a simple farmer."

The corners of Luke's mouth twitched. If he ignored his little cousin's dodging eyes, he might have really thought that the negative personality occupying Clark's body was about to make a change.

After asking a few questions, Luke confirmed that Clark wasn't suffering from some kind of maddening mental attack.

If it is charm magic, or mind control, it is impossible for the little cousin to maintain such a clear thinking.

Considering the kryptonite all over the town, he thought Clark might have been affected by it.

Luke clearly remembers that, among the many types of kryptonite, black kryptonite can divide the personality into two, causing it to produce the opposite will.

Like Clark, and Supergirl Kara, they've all had this experience before.

Boom!

He knocked out his little cousin with a negative personality, and Luke carried him back to the town.

He came to the Luther family's mansion and saw Lex in a coma, and the black crystal rolling on the carpet.

With the powerful physique of a super Kryptonian, Luke has absolutely no fear of being fatally affected by the radioactive energy of kryptonite.

He bent over to pick up the black kryptonite, played with it for a while in the palm of his hand, and put it back in the lead box.

"Lex, are you alright?"

Luke patted the unconscious godson. Using his super vision, he initially judged that the other party only had a few broken bones. The problem was not serious and there was no danger to his life.

Compared to the physical damage, the mental shock may be a little worse.

After all, it seemed that Lex was the first to discover this rare piece of black kryptonite.

So, he may have been affected before Clark, thus creating a negative personality.

Thinking of this, Luke had a headache.

Lex Luthor in this period was barely a normal teenager with good character.

Although he was a little too proud and liked to show off, it was just a few innocuous glitches.

Luke didn't want to see Lex be split by black kryptonite, thus embarking on the road of villain.

"Hope you're okay."

He threw the hammered Clark and Lex on the bed in the next bedroom.

The radioactive energy of kryptonite is time-sensitive, just like a cold, it can rely on the body's immunity to heal itself.

After a while, the little cousin should be able to regain consciousness.

As for Lex, you can pay more attention to see if there is a recovery or other symptoms.

It really didn't work, Luke could only find some people in the magic world to give the young godson some spiritual therapy.

At this point in time, Constantine, the number one pit guy who pits teammates against devils pits angels, may not have been born yet.

But like Dr. Fate, Mrs. Shangdu, they have already appeared.

Luke is confident that with his personal charm, the other party should not refuse to do him a small favor.

Luke spent the next few days at Lex's mansion.

Clark, whose heart was occupied by negative emotions, woke up several times during the period. At the beginning, he wanted to escape the clutches of his big cousin and regain his freedom.

In this world, besides Luke, who else would be his opponent.

As long as he is out of the control of the other party, Clark can live very well.

But every time he was caught by Luke and beaten.

The younger cousin learned to be obedient and became much more honest.

In comparison, Lex seemed very peaceful.

The negative personality created by black kryptonite changed his temperament greatly.

More taciturn and more inclined to use intrigue.

Most of the reason why Clark was beaten up so many times was because of Lex's secret.

Only facing Luke who has no weaknesses and looks invincible.

Even if Superman and Luthor join forces together, it won't help.

...

...

After nearly two weeks of closed life, the evil, terrible voice in Clark's mind finally disappeared.

He seemed to have slept for a long time, and then opened his hazy eyes, feeling extremely unfamiliar with everything in front of him.

"what did I do?"

Clark recalled a few bits and pieces, and suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt.

He remembered setting cars on fire with his heat vision and using violence recklessly, causing the town residents to panic and flee.

He even attacked his eldest cousin, wanting to kill him.

The bad memory made Clark's mood worse.

"Looking at the guilty look on your face, you are probably really sober."

Luke's voice came from the door, and he brought hot milk and porridge to his little cousin.

"The cohabitation with Lex these days... No, it should be living in the same bed and living happily?"

Clark automatically ignored the ambiguous teasing of the elder cousin, who were forbidden to leave the master bedroom on the second floor of the mansion.

Fortunately, Lex's villa is well-stocked and has enough living space.

Of course, no matter what kind of bedroom there is only one bed.

So, Luke is right when he says that Superman and Luthor sleep together.

"Have I hurt those... innocent people?"

Clark looked gloomy, which is a terrible thing for a superman with a high moral sense.

If he hurts or kills innocent town residents when he loses his mind, he will probably never be able to get out of the psychological shadow for the rest of his life.

"I haven't heard of any casualties, you just caused some economic losses."

Luke shrugged and said softly, "For example, collapsed shops, streets and roads that need to be rehabilitated, and some affected buildings... But you don't have to worry, it's all paid for by Walter."

Clark took the breakfast and gave his eldest cousin a grateful look.

"What about Lex, how is he?"

The little cousin was full of food and drink, glanced at his good friend who was still awake, and asked worriedly.

"He is also affected by black kryptonite and is still under observation."

Taking Clark out of the bedroom, Luke checked the other party and was relieved after confirming that the negative personality disappeared.

The Super Kryptonian Haer template he owns is not inferior to a psychic like the White Queen in terms of spiritual use.

"It's just that a lot of people have seen that Superman has become a violent criminal."

Luke sat behind his desk with his hands folded, looking at Clark, who had not yet recovered from his guilt.

"Clark, you need to restore your image. In professional terms, you need an urgent PR."

PR?

The little cousin raised his head, his eyes full of confusion.

"Yes, the image of justice cannot have any taint, which will make the public doubt you, be wary of you, and even exclude you."

Luke snapped his fingers, as if he were the agent of Avatar Entertainment, and began to analyze the negative effects of Superman's loss of control.

"Then, what should I do?"

Clark scratched his head, he really didn't know what to do with this kind of thing.

"First of all, you need to communicate with the outside world. Equal conversation can bring trust, and the power of language can change the public's impression of you."

Luke talked eloquently, leaning back slightly, leaning back on the wide chair.

"The second is a prepared press conference, and a public appearance will help boost Superman's fame, let everyone 'know' you, and enrich your image."

"The last thing is the packaging. Generally speaking, stars need to formulate personalities that meet the public's aesthetics and love, such as hard work or luck."

"The same is true for scientists, like geniuses, academic masters, etc. Graduation from a famous school is only a basic requirement, various awards, and then make up and exaggerate some anecdotes, such as sitting under a tree, and then an apple is hit on the head, you will find The basic laws of how the world works.”

"Or you cut down a cherry tree as a child, and then you have the courage to admit your mistakes and show a rare good quality..."

"The public likes funny, inspiring stories, like legends beyond imagination, they can satisfy most people's inner desires and emotions."

Clark listened ignorantly, he just wanted to be a superhero, why does it feel so complicated?

"But fortunately, Superman doesn't need a character, you just need to express yourself sincerely, and the public can be moved by you."

Luke restrained his smile and said seriously.

"Clarke, you are kind enough and just enough, and you never lack the courage to dedicate yourself... The world needs such a spiritual symbol."

The little cousin lowered his head and seemed a little embarrassed.

He thinks that he is not as perfect as his big cousin at all, and has many shortcomings.

"So, get ready to debut, Clark! Let everyone see you, see Superman!"

Luke said so.

This is his plan.

There is no need for Superman to hide himself.

The fact that Clark-Kent is the son of Krypton is no secret at all.

Not to mention the Justice League, all villains, even the Sky Eye Club under the government know it.

Better known than "Batman is Bruce Wayne".

"Is it really possible?"

Clark still hesitated.

"You have to believe in yourself, and you have to believe in me."

Luke nodded.

...

...

Another week passed.

The Hilton Hotel at the Metropolis, the lobby on the thirty-first floor.

The city's large and small newspapers, magazines, and TV reporters have all received invitations from the Water Company.

To sum up the content written above, it is probably "there is a big news to be announced, and friends who need headlines come quickly".

"What is the Water Company going to announce? A cooperation plan with the Luther Group, or a defense order from the military?"

"These are not the specifications of the headlines. Even the editor-in-chief of Planet Daily is here. Today, something big must happen!"

"I prefer to follow Superman's news hotspots, which has a more significant increase in newspaper sales."

"Superman? It's been a while since he disappeared. I heard that he went crazy in a small town in Kansas, causing a lot of casualties... We're going to do a column on this matter."

"..."

There was a lot of discussion in the hall, and the press conference had not yet started.

Except for the staff of the organizer, the main owner has not yet appeared, and everyone is very relaxed.

"Cough cough, welcome to the press conference of Vought Company."

Luke Shishiran, who was in a suit and leather shoes, stepped onto the stage and tried to see if the microphone was normal.

"The reason I invite you is to introduce someone to you."

"He is the son of tomorrow of the Metropolis, and a superhero in the eyes of the citizens..."

"He has prevented a derailed and overturned train accident and saved hundreds of lives in a crashed airliner..."

As Luke's powerful voice resounded throughout the audience, everyone held their breath, and a look of anticipation rose in their eyes.

"...It's an honor to introduce him to everyone here."

After the long speech, Luke stepped aside.

The door on the right behind him opened, and the red cloak entered the venue.

Tall, strong, tall and straight, standing on the stage, holding the microphone.

"I am Superman."

He said so.

This sentence is like a boulder falling into the water, causing a turbulent sound wave.