Marvel: Son of Tomorrow

Although it appeared in a big city, the big city in front of me had an indescribable sense of weirdness.

Clark's clothes had been burned up when he broke through the atmosphere. Helplessly, he could only walk to a clothing store on the street, leave enough banknotes on the counter, and get a set of children's clothes to change into.

But what he didn't notice was that while he was changing clothes, countless figures began to gather from all directions and walked into the clothing store.

These people all had red eyes, ferocious and bloodthirsty expressions on their faces, and there was even blood dripping from their fingertips. It was obvious that before they hurt others, they would hurt themselves first.

They are just like the zombies in science fiction horror movies, but unlike ordinary zombies, their bodies have not rotted. But like zombies, they will continue to attack any living objects.

When Clark changed his clothes and walked out of the dressing room, what he saw were countless hideous faces and their ruthless attacks.

"what!!!"

Following Clark's screams, everyone rushed into the clothing store. The small shop was packed with people, just like during a zero-dollar shopping event. Clark's screams of fear seemed so insignificant amid their bloodthirsty and beast-like roars.

"No! Stay away from me!!"

Clark was not injured. His body was much stronger than he imagined. Even if these ordinary people had undergone unknown changes in their bodies, it would be almost impossible for them to hurt Clark.

But looking at the faces gathered in front of him and the blood dripping from their mouths, Clark still collapsed. Such a scene was too intense for Clark, who had the mentality of an 8-year-old child.

Under such stimulation, Clark's strength burst out again. Dozens of adult men were pushed by Clark's brute force, breaking through the reinforced glass of the clothing store and coming to the street.

Once in the open field, these ordinary people could no longer restrict Clark's movements. He quickly broke free from their grasp and ran away without caring about his clothes being torn again.

"Help! Someone is attacking me!"

He saw quite a few figures, but when Clark got closer, he found that the people moving on the street, like those who attacked him from behind, had red eyes and blood on their fingertips and mouths. It was conceivable how many people they had attacked before.

"Oh no! It's blocked!"

Clark can't fly. Faced with people surrounding him from all directions, he has nowhere to escape and can only watch these crazy people approach him.

At the same time, I was also afraid in my heart. Could this be some special virus? I might become like this.

Clark cried.

After realizing that he had no way to escape, he could no longer suppress his fear and burst into tears.

After all, he was only eight years old. Even if he had the physique of a Kryptonian, he was only eight years old and had never realized his identity. Therefore, his Kryptonian physique had never been stimulated.

And the education he received was just that of an ordinary human being. Which eight-year-old child would not be terrified when faced with such a scene? Not everyone has an old grandfather living in their mind, and not everyone can be older than everyone in the book in their past and present lives combined.

The crowd was getting closer and closer, but Clark didn't resist at all, because his mind was blank. At this moment, he didn't know what to do.

Starting with the appearance of the tornado, everything happened too suddenly. Clark's young mind was unable to understand it at all.

Just as the approaching crowd was about to touch Clark, a blue and red figure flew in from the sky like a phantom.

As it swept across the ground, it also took the crying Clark away.

When his vision rose above the clouds, Clark suddenly realized that he seemed to be saved, and the person who saved him...

Clark was held in the man's arms. When he raised his head, he could see the familiar profile. He seemed to have seen this face somewhere.

And then, Clark saw the big S logo on the other person's chest and the red cape fluttering in the wind behind him.

"Super...Superman?"

Hearing Clark's words, Superman also lowered his head and gave Clark a gentle smile.

"Don't worry, you're safe now, but wait, you'd better close your eyes, otherwise you might get infected with the virus."

Superman was clearly just speaking simply, but there seemed to be some magic in his words, which calmed Clark, who was still a little frightened.

At the same time, Clark also asked the question that he couldn't help but ask since he saw Superman.

"Isn't Superman... a fictional comic book character?"

Superman frowned, he was indeed famous, but it was definitely not because of comics, there was no comic book about him in this world, and he had never sold the rights of his image to anyone. The only comic characters here were Spider-Man and Iron Man.

However, even though he was confused, Superman did not ask right away. Instead, he spoke to Clark while slowly descending.

"Close your eyes and don't look at any LCD screen."

Hearing this, Clark also obediently closed his eyes, feeling the breeze blowing on his face from beyond the biological standpoint, until they arrived inside the Daily Planet. At Superman's signal, Clark opened his eyes.

"Really the Daily Planet?"

At this time, Superman didn't care about Clark's surprise, because he was also surprised, because the child in front of him looked almost exactly like himself when he was a child, except for the hairstyle, they were exactly the same person.

"Clark, you're back..."

When Superman's wife learned that Superman had returned, she immediately stepped forward to greet him, but at the same time, she also noticed Clark looking around.

"Who is this child?"

Feeling the gazes of the two men, Clark finally turned his gaze to Superman's face.

This time, without Superman's magnificent pectoral muscles blocking his view, Clark was able to see Superman's appearance clearly, but even with just one glance, he realized something.

Because Superman's face was so similar to his own, he was still wondering where he had seen Superman's face. It turned out that it was in the mirror in his own home.

Although due to his age, Superman's face has more vicissitudes and maturity that Clark does not have, as well as the perseverance as a warrior and hero, but anyone who has seen Superman's face will not make a mistake. Clark looks exactly like Superman when he was a child.

"Child, what is your name?"

"Clark Parker, and you are..."

"Clark Kent..."