Chapter 2 A touch of the original flavor from Thanos

Author: Purple Sweet Potato Can Fly

Chapter 2 A touch of the original flavor from Thanos

"Come down for breakfast, David."

Mother Martha's urging call came from downstairs, "You and Clark are almost late for school."

"Right away, mother."

The golden sunlight poured into the house through the window in the early morning. David, who had just finished washing, responded and changed out of his pajamas.

He has short black hair, deep and three-dimensional facial features, and a slender and tall body. When he takes off his clothes, he reveals a body of lean muscles. He feels clean and calm, and is reminiscent of a quietly standing ancient Greek sculpture.

"pity……"

Coming to the mirror, David shook his hands. The bones and muscles of the high-density alloy tensed and exerted force, and a terrifying force comparable to a volcanic eruption surged through his body.

Purple color quickly appeared on the skin on his body, and hard lines appeared on his chin like ravines on the earth, adding a touch of majesty invisibly. He looked like a silent king staring quietly in the mirror.

"The progress of the Thanos fusion template has been increasing, but if you use too much force, the skin color highlights has not improved."

Template fusion progress: 81%

After checking the progress, when I stopped exerting my force and the skin color gradually faded, I put on my clothes.

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

"what is this?

Keep a trace of the original flavor, only to know that the fusion is the Thanos template?"

However, at least he is not as tall as Thanos, with a pair of beady eyes and a bald head like a purple potato.

David touched the hair on his head and sighed.

That strong man's hairstyle was something he couldn't bear as a high school student.

Ding!

The crisp sound of the bread machine.

In the living room on the first floor, the smell of baking bread penetrated my nose.

Da da da!

David had just walked downstairs when there was a sound of brisk footsteps behind him.

"Good morning, David."

Looking past his younger brother, Clark, a tall man with a pair of blue eyes, came to the living room. He was a little thirsty and opened the refrigerator. He looked back and said, "Would you like a few sips of milk to refresh you?"

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

David raised his eyebrows and walked to the dining table, ignoring this stupid brother.

"Don't drink like that, Clark."

Mother Martha walked over quickly, grabbed the cold milk and held it in her hand.

"Milk just taken out of the refrigerator tastes better." The future Superman, who is still just a young man of 17 or 18 years old, raised his hands and said with a smile.

"Where's our family's upbringing? Clark."

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

More than ten years have passed, and a few wrinkles have quietly crept into the corners of this mother's eyes.

"Sit down and have breakfast, David. We won't be able to catch the school bus for a while."

"Good afternoon, two sleepyheads."

Jonathan, a rough man who had just finished feeding the cows on the farm, came into the house and took off his coat stained with grass and put it on the sofa.

He took the milk from his wife, took two sips of it very naturally, and commented to his two newly-wed sons.

His movements were exactly the same as Clark's just now.

"Well, I know where your upbringing went."

Seeing this scene, Martha covered her forehead.

"I remember after I bought a new sofa, my mother told me to let you pat yourself outside after feeding the cows in the morning before entering the house, father."

David took the bottle from his father's hand and poured a glass of milk. David took a bite of the hot bread and said calmly.

There was some grass from the coat stained on the sofa in the living room.

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

Jonathan, who was used to having rough hands and feet, turned around and looked at his wife with a slightly embarrassed look.

At the dining table, he pulled up a chair and sat down, coughed twice and spoke seriously.

“Actually, I think it was a mistake for us to choose this fabric sofa that was difficult to clean.

You know, we live on a farm."

"There is finally someone like me in this Kent House."

The gentle Martha was not angry because the sofa was dirty. She held the shoulder of her youngest son who was speaking for her and raised her eyebrows at the two of them happily.

Clark touched his forehead and covered his face. He couldn't deny that he was born and raised on a farm. Like his father, he usually didn't pay much attention to the hygiene at home, while his younger brother David was more careful.

"Frustration from Superman Clark +3."

As the stream of information flashed before his eyes, David took another bite of bread without even raising his eyelids.

It must be said that it was precisely because he grew up with Clark, who was a mobile gold mine, that he integrated the Thanos template so quickly and possessed powers that are unimaginable to ordinary people today.

In terms of time, for the Kents, David was the one who came first.

But before arriving on Earth, the Son of Krypton traveled in the universe for a period of time and clearly looked older 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 distractedly looking at a piece of paper while eating, as if he was lost in a beautiful thought and couldn't help but smile.

"Permission slip."

Clark was a little hurriedly trying to put the note away.

"What kind of permission slip?" He picked up the jam knife in his hand and paused, and his father Jonathan looked at him.

"The school football team will have selections this afternoon."

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

If he doesn't tell, his honest Kryptonian brother will tell the truth to his adoptive parents who love him.

"Clark..."

Hearing that it was the selection of the football team, the atmosphere at the dinner table changed somewhat. It suddenly became quiet, except for David who was still eating casually.

The couple looked at each other, but Martha stopped talking.

"What's wrong? Dad, you also played rugby in the school team."

Clacton, who wanted to join the football team, felt bad and looked at his father, the head of the family.

"But you're different, Clark.

We all know this."

Jonathan became a little serious and tried to soften his tone when facing his adolescent son.

Use a pickup truck to carry the spaceship and take Clark home.

The couple once wondered whether the baby they found was really an alien?

Their appearance is exactly the same as that of Earthlings. There are no horns on their heads, no tails on their backs, and their skin color is not weird either.

"You could lift a pickup truck with one hand as a kid."

Until one day when Clark was seven years old, he was repairing a car on the farm. The jack tilted sideways, and he saw that the one-ton car was about to fall down.

On the side, the young and innocent Clark showed unimaginable strength to lift the car, like lifting a plastic dinosaur toy, and moved it aside.

However - Jonathan, who was so shocked that his eyes widened at the time, did not see that his biological youngest son on the other side of the car reached out his hand even faster.

Clark didn't notice it either, because something weighing one ton was too light for the two of them.

"On the court, I will try my best to contain my strength."

Looking into the eyes of his parents, Clark made a serious promise to control his strength and prevent himself from hurting others, hoping to impress his father.

"The charm of sports lies in the joyful confrontation with others and surpassing oneself."

At the dinner table, David suddenly pretended to be confused: "I don't understand very well, my dear brother..."

Especially rugby, also known as American football, involves fierce physical confrontation and requires players to hold the ball and rush around on the field.
To be continued...