I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

"They were kept in a cold, sterile laboratory, without parental care, toys, or love, and grew up amidst constant sampling experiments..."

“Stop talking, Martha.” Jonathan, torn and with a headache, covered his forehead. He shared his wife’s kindness, but…

"Yeah..."

Just as he was hesitating, David, who was in Martha's arms, stretched out a short, chubby, white arm from his swaddling clothes, waved at the Kryptonian child in the swaddling clothes, and laughed and babbled, seemingly very fond of him.

"See that, Jonathan?"

Martha's eyes lit up, her tone filled with surprise, as she had found another powerful argument to persuade her husband.

“Our child seems to really like him and is asking us to adopt him.”

"Two votes to one."

Seeing his son's reaction, Jonathan struggled for a moment, then feigned helplessness and raised his hand, "Well, what else can I say?"

He gently kissed his wife, looked at his cute and lively son, then at the lonely baby in the space capsule, and sighed.

"Two children, the farm will be busy next year."

Chapter 2 A touch of Thanos's original flavor

"Come down for breakfast, David."

Martha, the mother, called out urgently from downstairs, "You and Clark are going to be late for school."

"Immediately, Mother."

Golden sunlight streamed into the room through the window in the early morning. David, who had just finished washing up, responded and changed out of his pajamas.

With short, jet-black hair, deep-set features, and a tall, slender body, he exudes a clean and composed aura, reminiscent of a quietly standing ancient Greek sculpture.

"pity……"

Standing in front of the mirror, David clenched his fist, his bones and muscles, stronger than high-density alloy, tensed and exerted force, a terrifying power comparable to a volcanic eruption surging within him.

His skin quickly turned purple, and hard lines resembling the ravines of the earth appeared on his chin, adding an air of majesty. In the mirror, he seemed like a silent king gazing at the world.

"Thanos' fusion template progress has been increasing, but if too much effort is put in, the skin color will still stand out."

Template integration progress: 81%

I glanced at the progress, and once I stopped exerting force, the skin color gradually faded, so I put on my clothes.

With a hint of helplessness on his face, he walked down the stairs.

"what is this?

Only by retaining a trace of the original flavor can one know that it's a fusion of the Thanos template?

However, at least he wasn't like Thanos, who was 2.67 meters tall, had beady eyes, and a bald head like a purple sweet potato.

David touched the hair on his head, feeling a mix of emotions.

That kind of hairstyle, typical of a strong person, was simply too much for him, a high school student.

Ding!

The crisp sound of the bread machine.

The aroma of toasting bread wafted into the living room on the first floor.

Da da da!

David had just come downstairs when he heard light footsteps behind him.

Good morning, David.

Past his younger brother, the tall Clark with a pair of bright blue eyes entered the living room. Feeling a little thirsty, he casually opened the refrigerator, turned around, and asked, "Want a couple of sips of milk to perk yourself up?"

As he spoke, he took out a large glass bottle of milk and took two sips from the bottle.

David raised an eyebrow, walked to the dining table, and ignored his foolish older brother.

"You can't drink like that, Clark."

Mother Martha rushed over and snatched the cold milk from her hand.

"Milk tastes better when it's fresh out of the refrigerator," the future Superman, who was currently just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth, said with a smile, raising his hand.

"Where is our family's upbringing, Clark?"

Martha, who had just finished preparing breakfast, said with a headache.

More than a decade has passed, and a few wrinkles have quietly crept onto the corners of this mother's eyes.

"Sit down and eat breakfast, David, or you'll miss the school bus."

Good afternoon, you two sleepyheads.

Jonathan, a rough man who had just finished feeding the cows on the farm, came into the house, took off his coat, which was covered in hay, and draped it over the sofa.

He took the milk from his wife, took two sips quite naturally, and commented on his two newly-raised sons.

His movements were exactly the same as Clark's earlier.

"Okay, I know where your manners went."

Upon seeing this, Martha covered her forehead.

“I remember after we got the new sofa, my mother told me to dust myself off outside after feeding the cows in the morning before coming inside, Father.”

David took the bottle from his father, poured himself a glass of milk, took a bite of the steaming bread, and said unhurriedly.

There was some straw from an outer garment stuck to the living room sofa.

"Next time, I'll definitely remember next time."

Jonathan, who was used to being clumsy and rough, turned around and glanced at his wife with a slightly embarrassed expression.

He pulled out a chair at the dining table, sat down, coughed twice, and said in a serious tone.

"Actually, I think it was a mistake for us to choose this fabric sofa that is not easy to clean."

You know, we live on a farm.

"In this Kent family, at least there's someone like me."

Gentle Martha wasn't angry about the dirty sofa. She patted her youngest son's shoulder, who was speaking up for her, and raised an eyebrow at the two of them with satisfaction.

Clark touched his forehead and covered his face. He couldn't deny that, having been born and raised on a farm, he, like his father, didn't pay much attention to the cleanliness of the house, while his younger brother David was more meticulous.

"Helplessness from Superman Clark +3".

David didn't even lift his eyelids as the information stream scrolled past his eyes, and took another bite of bread.

It must be said that it was because he grew up with Clark, who was a walking gold mine, that he was able to integrate the Thanos template so quickly and possess power that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

In terms of timing, David was the one who arrived first for the Kents.

However, before arriving on Earth, the Kryptonian child traveled through the universe for a period of time and appeared significantly larger than David, who was only a few days old.

So the Son of Krypton became the older brother, and David became the younger son.

"What are you looking at, Clark?"

Martha sat down and took a sip of milk. She saw her eldest son staring at a note while eating, seemingly lost in a beautiful dream, and a smile crept onto her lips.

"Permission clause".

Clark frantically tried to put the note away.

"What kind of permission?" Father Jonathan paused in his hand as he picked up the jam knife, casting a glance at him.

"The school rugby team will have tryouts this afternoon."

David, who was in the same school and class as Clark, added casually.

Even if he doesn't say it, his honest Kryptonian brother will tell the truth to his loving adoptive parents.

"Clark..."

Upon hearing that it was a rugby team selection, the atmosphere at the dinner table changed and suddenly fell silent, with only David still casually eating.

The couple exchanged a glance, and Martha hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

"What's wrong? Father, you used to play rugby on the school team too."

Clark, who wanted to join the football team, suddenly sensed something was wrong and looked at his father, the head of the family.

“But you’re different, Clark.”

We all know that.

Jonathan became somewhat serious, trying to soften his tone when speaking to his teenage son.

After using a pickup truck to carry the spaceship and bring Clark home.

The couple wondered if the baby they found was really an alien.

They look exactly like Earthlings, with no horns on their heads, no tails on their backs, and no strange skin color.

"You could lift a pickup truck with one hand when you were a kid."

Until one day when Clark was seven years old, he was repairing a car on the farm when the jack tilted to one side, and the car, which weighed more than a ton, was about to fall down.