"Of course not a Biker, John, I just thought it looked cooler this way."
Clark unloaded his luggage from the motorcycle, smiling as he spoke to Mark, "Also, I'm staying here permanently now, not going back."
Mark looked at Clark, who had arrived with his luggage and whose demeanor had completely changed, in surprise.
The iron bucket holding milk in his hand dropped to the ground in astonishment, the milk soaking the floor, and he asked in an incredulous tone, "You said you're going to live here permanently from now on?"
"Yes, this will be my home from now on. I'll live with you, John. I have a brand new life."
Clark walked over and patted Mark on the shoulder.
"Why do you want to live with us? You have your own home, Clark."
Mark didn't quite understand why the Clark in front of him seemed a little different from before.
"Because I've separated from them. We've gone our separate ways from now on. I'm living with my Godfather, and from now on, I'm his son."
Clark said as if it were the most natural thing.
"No, you're not, Clark."
Mark said somewhat displeased, "Your biological father has always been Jonathan Kent. Your surname is Kent, not Patrick."
"Think whatever you want. Anyway, this will be my permanent home from now on, and I'll live with my Godfather."
Saying that, he ignored Mark's displeased expression and walked directly into the room with his luggage.
Upon meeting Star-Lord, who was coming out of the room, he waved to him, "Hey, Star-Lord, I'll take you for a spin later."
Star-Lord, looking utterly bewildered, stared blankly at Clark, whose demeanor had completely changed.
Is this the Clark I know?
Noon.
Mark and Star-Lord were eating in the living room. Since Peter was out, they could only heat up the food from the refrigerator in the microwave and eat it.
Taking a bite of bread, Mark asked Star-Lord, "Have you seen Clark?"
"He seems to be busy over at the Barn."
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud, piercing music sound came from the Barn.
The two exchanged glances and quickly moved towards the Barn.
As soon as they reached the Barn, they were startled by the loud music.
The Barn had been transformed into an entertainment venue, with not only a stereo playing music but also a television and game console placed in the center.
All sorts of strange items, such as lightning balls and colorful disco lights, were also placed inside.
Clark himself was sitting in front of the television, wearing headphones and playing a game.
"Clark, what are you doing?"
Mark asked in confusion, "Where did you get all this stuff?"
"Eddie's Discount Store in Metropolis. They're open twenty-four hours."
Clark pressed the pause button on the game, "I think I need to have all these cool things like everyone else."
"Godfather said I shouldn't be shackled. I can do anything I want now."
Mark looked at the somewhat punchable Clark, "Wait, where did you get the money to buy all this stuff?"
"I borrowed money from Godfather."
Clark said nonchalantly, "I know where Godfather's credit card is, so I just took it and swiped it."
"What?!"
Hearing that Clark had swiped his father's credit card, Mark immediately clenched his fists.
Star-Lord, beside him, also looked at him with an unfriendly gaze.
"What's wrong? Don't worry, you don't have to pay immediately."
Clark gestured for the two not to worry.
"How dare you steal Dad's credit card?"
Mark's eyes faintly showed a Red Shimmer, and he was already struggling to contain his anger.
"It's not stealing, just borrowing it."
Clark took off his sunglasses and corrected Mark, "Besides, Godfather definitely won't blame me."
"Won't blame you?"
Mark was so angry he laughed.
"Of course."
Clark pressed the remote control, turning off the stereo, and said to the two as if he hadn't noticed Mark's angry expression:
"Because I've always been Godfather's son. We have the same talents."
Saying that, he raised his right hand and looked at the Ruby on his finger, "Godfather taught me not to be bound by shackles. Do you know that feeling? The feeling of minds connecting."
Staring at the "S" on the Ruby, his expression changed slightly.
"It's as if Godfather entered my heart. He knows what I want, he knows what kind of person I want to become."
Mark suppressed the urge to shoot him with his Laser Eyes, "You're talking nonsense, it's all lies, Clark! You're lying through your teeth now to escape responsibility!"
Clark looked at Mark with pity, "You're the one living in a lie, Mark. Haven't you noticed? Godfather has always treated me specially. He never treated me as an outsider."
"By the way, I'll tell you another secret. You know, my mouth is usually very tight, but this time, I'm going to make an exception."
Taking two steps forward, he put on his sunglasses and looked at Mark provocatively.
"The secret is: my biological parents are actually not Jonathan and Martha. I was adopted. I heard it with my own ears."
Clark shrugged at the two, saying in a light tone, "Maybe they adopted me from Godfather, so I'm your elder brother, and you, John, and Star-Lord, you might not even be the real second and third children."
However, before he could finish his sentence, he was punched away.
With a "boom," Clark's body heavily slammed onto the Barn floor, instantly shattering the stereo he had just bought.
Looking at Clark, who was lying on the ground with an even more punchable expression, Mark looked at his fist in astonishment. He hadn't even had time to strike, so how did Clark fly out?
It wasn't until he noticed Star-Lord's unusual behavior out of the corner of his eye that he suddenly understood.
At this moment, Star-Lord held his fist, his eyes flickering with a White Shimmer, staring angrily at Clark on the ground.
"Shut up!"
… …
At the same time.
Metropolis, Bar.
Peter sat at the bar and ordered a drink from the bartender.
The bar, which Bruce Wayne had bought and given to him, had excellent decor and a good atmosphere.
Clean and tidy, spacious and bright, with polished Swedish Pergo flooring, and sparkling display cases showcasing T-shirts, bumper stickers, and lighters with the studio logo.
"This wine tastes good."
Martian Manhunter, whom Peter hadn't seen in a long time, thanked him while tasting the wine.
"Thank you for buying me a drink. I haven't tasted this flavor in a long time. I can taste the flavor of a long-lost old friend in it."
Peter glanced at the wine in his glass, "Honestly, I envy those of you who can taste what's in the wine. You always taste something—chocolate, pipe tobacco, figs, grass clippings, or the sweat of a nine-year-old Cuban boy who floated on the ocean for two weeks on a raft made from banana crates."
Peter placed his wine glass on the counter, "Unfortunately, I can only taste 'angry grapes'."
After joking with him for a bit, Peter asked him, "What have you been busy with lately that you don't even have time to come back and see the children? Clark even asked me about you. He misses you very much."
"I miss them too."
Martian Manhunter sighed and said, "But recently, I've been busy with some very important matters."
"Saving the World?"
Peter asked curiously, "So much so that it has to be you."
"More or less. I've been keeping an eye on some dangerous individuals and need to constantly monitor their movements, so I can't go back recently. Please tell John and Clark 'sorry' for me. Oh, and your new son, Star-Lord."
He scrutinized Peter with a suspicious gaze, "Honestly, are you really not an alien?"
First Mark, and now the sudden appearance of Star-Lord, he had begun to suspect that Peter, like himself, was an alien from outer space.
"Yes, I am from an alien Planet, and my purpose is to cause conflict."
Peter picked up the grape, "And I also have twenty gene primarchs, all created by me to help me accomplish my cause and make humanity great again."
"And in the future, we will also embark on a Great Galactic Crusade."
"Great Galactic Crusade?"
Martian Manhunter seemed to genuinely believe Peter's casual fabrication and looked at him in surprise, "Why would you embark on a Great Galactic Crusade?"
Peter tasted the wine and looked at Martian Manhunter, who seemed to take him seriously.
Are you interested in "Warhammer"?!
He coughed and continued to Martian Manhunter, "To bring humanity back to its Golden Age."
"The destiny of humanity is to control the Milky Way Galaxy!"
"Uh…"
Martian Manhunter was stunned by Peter's words, and for a moment, he didn't know if Peter was joking with him or if he was truly preparing for some Great Galactic Crusade.
Thinking of Peter's strength, and then thinking of this guy's two sons, plus Clark…
If he wanted to, he might actually be able to unify the Milky Way Galaxy.
No!
Wouldn't the entire Milky Way Galaxy be plunged into war?!
His own Martian homeland was destroyed by war, and many other Planets would suffer similar fates.
Thinking of this, he immediately looked at Peter uneasily.
"Stop overthinking. That was just a joke. This time, I need your help with something."
Saying that, Peter handed a Red Ruby ring to Martian Manhunter.
"Do you recognize this Red Stone?"
"This is…!"
Upon seeing the Red Ruby ring in Peter's hand, Martian Manhunter's eyes immediately widened.
"This is Red Kryptonite!"
"Red Kryptonite?"
Peter heard this and looked at the magical ring in surprise.
"Yes, it's incredible that I see it here."
Martian Manhunter examined the ring in shock, "It's a variant of Kryptonite. Originally, Red Kryptonite was Green Kryptonite, and it turns into Red Kryptonite after passing through a layer of Red Cloud in the Universe."
"The Red Cloud probably changed Kryptonite's half-life, which caused the functions produced by Red Kryptonite to be different from the original."
Peter frowned slightly as he looked at the Red Kryptonite, "What effect does it have on Kryptonians?"
"It's random. No two pieces of Red Kryptonite have the same effect on Kryptonians, and the effect of Red Kryptonite on Kryptonians is temporary. After the time limit, the effect will disappear."
"How long?"
"I don't know. I've only heard about it and haven't seen it. This is the first time I've seen real Red Kryptonite."
Martian Manhunter said to him, "A complete change in temperament, or making the skin transparent, or other bizarre changes—these are all rumors. I once heard a Martian say he had obtained Red Kryptonite."
"Is that so?"
Peter put down his wine glass and pondered.
According to Mark, Clark also bought a Red Kryptonite ring. He wondered what changes he would undergo.