Superman of the Marvel Universe

Although Clark struggled hard, trying 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 its strength, and the force of it made all the bones in his body burst with pain.

Let alone flying, Clark found it extremely difficult to even stretch out a few fingers.

The body that lost control fell rapidly and left the atmosphere in an instant.

Judging from the posture, it seems that the head is down and the face will hit the ground first.

Boom!

I saw a red afterimage dragging the fierce flames and hitting the hard ground.

There was a loud noise that shocked everyone.

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

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

"Ho ho..."

Clark gasped and reluctantly opened his eyes, seeing the dark red cloak that was fluttering.

"Are you sober now?"

Luke asked softly with a kind smile on his face.

The Kryptonian cousin, whose body is still firmly occupied by his negative personality, opened his mouth slightly, as if he was preparing an unfriendly curse word that started with "F".

"Think carefully before answering. If you say the wrong thing, you will have to pay the price."

Luke said with a smile, but his kind eyes gave off a dangerous aura.

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

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

"Wake up, wake up."

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

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

"Are you really awake?"

Luke still has that approachable and friendly attitude.

"Really! Cousin, I feel like I have never been so awake like now!"

The little cousin followed his inner will and answered repeatedly.

Looking at the affectionate way he called him "big cousin", it seemed as if the previous battle was all a misunderstanding.

"That's good."

Luke nodded and asked casually: "It's question time. If you are sitting in a car and cannot pass due to traffic jams, and you happen to be in a hurry and are in a hurry, what should you do?"

Clark was a little confused, why did it suddenly switch to a quiz game?

Based on his inner first judgment, he subconsciously said: "Let the driver drive the car onto the sidewalk? The road is very crowded, but the street should be spacious."

Luke couldn't help but give a thumbs up after hearing this and praised: "A very honest answer."

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Three punches down!

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

"Cousin, why do you want to beat me again?"

Clark's negative personality also feels aggrieved.

Could it be that what I said was wrong?

If there's traffic and you're in a hurry, why not take to the sidewalk.

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

Luke withdrew his fist and then said, "Why don't you think about it again? What should you do?"

"Uh, sit quietly in your car and listen to the radio? Wait for the traffic to ease up?"

Clark, who had a few circles of bruises around his left eye socket, came up with the standard answer after careful consideration.

"Very good, this sounds like what Superman said."

Luke nodded with 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 again.

Seeing the crystal tears shining in the corners of Clark's eyes, Luke couldn't help but smile with relief.

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

"So you still want to rule the world?"

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

"I don't want to anymore? I don't want to anymore."

Clark is smarter this time. Even if his head is full of all kinds of dark, evil, and terrible thoughts, he will never say them out.

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

The corner of Luke's mouth curled up. If he ignored the evasive look in his little cousin's eyes, he might really think that the negative personality occupying Clark's body was preparing to change his ways and change his mind.

After asking a few questions, Luke confirmed that Clark was not suffering from some kind of mental attack that made people lose their minds and become crazy.

What if it's charm magic, or mind control? It's impossible for my little cousin to maintain such clear thinking.

Considering the kryptonite scattered throughout the town? He thought Clark might be affected by it.

Luke clearly remembers that among the many types of Kryptonite, Black Kryptonite can split a personality into two, causing it to produce opposite wills.

Like Clark and Supergirl Kara, they have all had this experience.

Boom!

After casually knocking his negative-personality cousin unconscious, Luke carried him back to the town.

He came to the Luther family's mansion and saw the unconscious Lex and the black crystal rolling on the carpet.

With the physique of a super Kryptonian, Luke has no worries about being fatally affected by Kryptonite's radioactive energy.

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

"Lex, are you okay?"

Luke patted his unconscious godson. He used his super vision to make a preliminary judgment that the other party only had a few broken bones. The problem was not serious and his life was not in danger.

Compared with the physical damage, the mental impact may be worse.

After all, it seems that Lex should have discovered this rare piece of black kryptonite first.

So, he may have been influenced before Clark, giving birth to a negative personality.

Thinking of this, Luke had a headache.

At this time, Lex Luthor could barely be considered a normal boy with good character.

Although he is a little overly proud and likes to show off, these are just minor problems that are innocuous.

Luke doesn't want to see Lex's personality split by black kryptonite, leading him to become a villain.

"Hope you're okay."

He threw Clark and Lex, who were knocked unconscious, onto the bed in the adjacent bedroom.

The radioactive energy of kryptonite is time-sensitive, just like the little cousin can wake up after a while.

As for Lex, we will pay more attention when the time comes to see if he has recovered.

If that doesn't work, Luke can only find some people from the magic world to provide some mental treatment to his godson.

At this point in time, Constantine, the trickster who deceived his teammates, deceived the devil and deceived the angels, may not have been born yet.

But Doctor Fate, Madam Xanadu and others have already appeared.

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

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

Clark, who was occupied by negative emotions, sobered up several times during this period. At the beginning, he wanted to escape from the clutches of his older cousin and regain his freedom.

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

As long as he is out of the other party's control, Clark can live a happy life.

But every time, Luke caught him and beat him up.

The little cousin learned to behave and became much more honest.

In comparison, Lex seemed very calm.

The negative personality caused by black kryptonite changed his temperament drastically.

More taciturn and more inclined to use intrigue.

The reason why Clark was beaten so many times was mostly because of Lex's secret instigation.

It's just that he faced Luke, who had no weaknesses and seemed invincible.

Even if Superman and Luthor join forces, it will be of no avail.

……

……

After nearly two weeks of living in isolation, the evil, terrifying voice in Clark's head finally disappeared.

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

"what did I do?"

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

He remembered that he used his heat vision to set cars on fire and used violence unscrupulously, causing the residents of the town to panic and flee.

He even attacked his eldest cousin and wanted to kill him.

The bad memory made Clark feel bad.

"Looking at the guilty look on your face, you probably really woke up."

Luke's voice came from the door. He brought hot milk and cereal and handed them to his little cousin.

"Living with Lex these days...no, maybe living together in the same bed is a happy life?"

Clark automatically ignored his eldest cousin's ambiguous teasing, and they were not allowed to leave the master bedroom on the second floor of the mansion.

Fortunately, Lex’s villa has everything you need and plenty of living space.

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

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

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

Clark looked depressed, which was a terrible thing for Superman, who had a higher sense of morality.

If he hurt or killed innocent town residents while losing his mind, he would probably never be able to get out of his psychological shadow for the rest of his life.

"I haven't heard of any casualties yet. You just caused some economic losses."

Luke shrugged and said softly: "For example, collapsed shops, streets and highways that need to be repaired, and some affected buildings... But you don't have to worry, all of this will be paid for by Watt Company."

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

"Where's Lex, how is he?"

The little cousin had eaten and drank enough, glanced at his good friend who was still awake, and asked worriedly.

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

After taking Clark out of the bedroom, Luke checked him and felt relieved after making sure that the negative personality was gone.

The Super Kryptonian Hale template he possesses is quite powerful in terms of mental abilities, and is not inferior to psychics like the White Queen.

"A lot of people saw Superman transform into a violent criminal."

Luke sat behind the desk, crossed his hands, and looked at Clark, who had not yet gotten over his self-blame.

"Clark, you need to save your image. In technical terms, you need an urgent public relations campaign."

PR?

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

"That's right, the image of justice cannot have any stain. This will make the public doubt you, be wary of you, and even reject you."

Luke snapped his fingers, as if he was an agent from an entertainment company, and began to analyze the negative consequences of Superman losing control.

"Then, what should I do then?"

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

"First of all, you need to communicate with the outside world. Talking on an equal footing can bring trust, and the power of language can change the public's impression of you."

Luke talked eloquently, leaned back slightly, and leaned on the back of the large chair.

"The second is a well-prepared press conference. A public appearance will help enhance Superman's reputation, let everyone 'understand' you, and enrich your own image."

"The last thing is packaging. Generally speaking, celebrities need to specially develop a personality that meets the public's aesthetics and liking, such as genius, academic master, etc. Graduation from a prestigious school is just the basic requirement, various awards, and then they make up and exaggerate some stories, such as sitting Under a tree and an apple smashed on your head, you discover the basic laws of how the world works."

"Or you cut down a cherry tree when you were a child, and then you had the courage to admit your mistakes, showing a rare good quality..."

“The public loves interesting, inspirational stories and legends beyond imagination that can satisfy most people’s inner desires and emotions.”

Clark was confused. He just wanted to be a superhero. Why did it seem so difficult?

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

Luke stopped his smile and said seriously.

"Clark, you are kind enough, just enough, and have the courage to sacrifice yourself... The world needs such a spiritual symbol."

The little cousin lowered his head, seeming a little embarrassed.

He believes that he is not as perfect as his elder cousin said and has many shortcomings.

"So, get ready for your debut, Clark! Let everyone see you and see Superman!"

Luke said.

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 the villains and even the Sky Eye Society under the government know about 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 said with a nod.

……

……

Another week passed.

Metropolitan Hilton Hotel, lobby on the 31st floor.

Reporters from large and small newspapers, magazines, and television stations in this city all received invitations from Watt Company.

To summarize what is written above, it is roughly "There is big news to be announced, friends who need headlines, please come quickly".

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

"These won't make the headlines. Even the editor-in-chief of Daily Planet is here. Something big must happen today!"

"I prefer to track Superman's news hot spots, which will increase newspaper sales even more significantly."

"Superman? He has been missing for a while. I heard that he went crazy in a small town in Kansas, causing a lot of casualties... We are going to do a column on this matter."

"..."

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

Except for the staff of the organizer, the real owner has not yet appeared, so everyone acted very relaxed.

"Ahem, welcome to Vought's press conference."

Luke Shiran, in a suit and tie, walked onto the stage and tried to see if the microphone was working properly.

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

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

"He prevented a derailed and overturned train accident, and also saved hundreds of lives on a crashed passenger plane..."

As Luke's powerful voice resounded throughout the audience, everyone held their breath and looked forward to it.

"...It is an honor to introduce him to everyone here."

After his long speech, Luke stepped aside.

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

Tall and strong, he stood on the stage and held the microphone.

"I am Superman."

He said so.

This sentence was like a bomb dropped into the water, causing turbulent waves of sound.