If the main universe and space time are all undercurrents hidden on the calm surface, gradually showing signs of crisis that is about to come.

Then the world where Luke lives is like the retirement life of retired workers, with a slow and monotonous pace.

"Have you eaten hard?"

"Imagine me as Lana's quarterback boyfriend, yes, that's it, beat me up!"

"Too weak, too weak... Kakarot! Now you don't even have the qualifications to become my opponent!"

“…”

If it were the past, facing such a boring world.

Luke may choose to use philatelic Hollywood female celebrities to repair cars constantly to pass the time.

But now, he has found more interesting entertainment activities.

That is to train Kryptonian little cousin!

Beneath the private residence, there is a wide training ground.

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The sounds of thunder were connected into a string, like firecrackers exploding.

The fist was like a swift and rhythmic drumbeat, which kept falling on Clark.

He was like a human sandbag, and could only hold his head with both hands and passively withstand the violent attack of his cousin, without even room for a counterattack.

This is how the training process these days is.

Being beaten repeatedly until you can't stand up.

"I, I admit defeat, my cousin!"

Clark, feeling exhausted, gasped violently, and even spoke intermittently.

"Clark, your will is not firm enough, you should say, 'I can fight you all day'!"

Luke withdrew his fist and said with a little disgust: "It's so unmanly to admit defeat so quickly!"

Clark took off his torn gloves and his body seemed to be hollowed out.

He sat on the hard and bumpy ground, his chest undulating like a bellows pulling.

He looked up and saw his cousin's heavy fists that were enough to kill him, and felt the sore muscles.

If I had been having sex with my cousin all day, I would have died on the spot and there would have been no one.

"I still can't learn to fight..."

Clark shook his head? A little depressed.

In front of Luke? He seemed extremely clumsy.

The punches are not fast enough and the reaction is slow? I can only get beaten every time.

The only difference lies in the length of time you persist.

“The battle takes a long exercise, Clark.”

Luke waved his hand? This amount of exercise is at best a warm-up, let alone breathing? He didn't even sweat.

"I just want you to learn first? How to control the power."

At the beginning, Clark would do his best to blow the air every time he punched.

Every step you take? You can break cracks and holes on the solid ground.

If Luke's bioforce field had not covered the surroundings, I'd be afraid that the house would have been demolished.

"At least you have learned how to control the force of punching and will no longer be out of control."

Luke smiled slightly and threw a hot towel to his little cousin.

The Kryptonian's physique is strong, even if he is used as a sandbag for two hours.

Clark is still alive? He just has a little muscle ache.

It will probably be fine if you bask in the sun for a few minutes.

This is also the reason why Luke is so enthusiastic about training his cousin.

Since he became stronger and stronger, he couldn't even find a suitable sandbag.

And now, Clark is undoubtedly a good choice.

Who else can resist beatings more than Kryptonians?

"Then when will I learn to fly?"

Clark always remembers it? The beautiful feeling of looking down at the planet from a high place.

"When you can resist the gravity of the earth, you can fly."

For the real Kryptonians? Flying is not an ability.

They can use their powerful bodies and bioforce fields to get rid of the involvement of gravity.

For example, Zod? was born to be implanted in the genetic template of General Krypton.

The talent of combat and the leadership ability of the team are directly full.

Therefore, when he came to Earth, he quickly got used to the atmosphere and gravity.

It's like flying, hot sight, and you can quickly grasp it.

"Big cousin, I have something to do."

Clark took a break, wiped the sweat off his body, and then stood up and said.

He recently joined the school's football team and was able to get close to Lana, his crush, every day.

In addition to my cousin's daily special training, although my back is sore, I can really control my body more than before, and I no longer have to worry about hurting others.

In short, life is like entering the fast lane.

Everything is so satisfying.

"There may be a lot of strange things in the town recently. If there is any danger, remember to shout for help."

Luke smiled meaningfully. He understood very well that Kryptonite threatened Superman, but he did not say it directly.

Because telling Clark has no meaning, it will only lead to more problems.

This town is the novice village of Superman.

He needs to constantly complete tasks and accumulate experience in order to become a beacon of hope for the future metropolis.

...

...

Time passed silently, and Clark felt that life was fulfilling when he was working between school and his cousin's daily special training.

The first task he has to face will happen in a week.

On that day, he accompanied his mother to the town bank to withdraw money.

Thanks to the secret help of my eldest cousin, the size of Kent farm has been doubled.

The adoptive father Jonathan began to get busy, took out his saved savings and prepared to buy a batch of brand new farm tools and machines.

"Seventeen years ago, that meteorite rain hit the town, causing great casualties."

Mrs. Kent smiled and talked about the past. It was while driving home that she and her husband picked up Clark who fell from the sky.

Because of that disaster, many families were broken and innocent people were killed, and the registration of identities became much easier.

Jonathan spent a lot of effort to successfully register with the Population Agency and the Social Security Bureau.

So, Clark Kent changed from an alien to an American citizen.

"Mom, thank you for adopting me."

Clark often wondered what if he hadn't fallen to a farm in Kansas, but fell somewhere else?

"You brought us hope, Clark."

Mrs. Kent walked into the bank together with her son's arm.

But not long after, two bandits wearing presidential masks broke in.

President Kennedy, holding a double-barrel hunting rifle, took the lead.

They seemed to be fully prepared and first sent someone in to check in.

After observing for a moment, the bandits wearing the "President Roosevelt" mask quickly knocked down the security guards inside.

Then, standing at the door, the two security guards who were attracted by the attention made the rest of their accomplices fall to the ground.

"Don't move! Squat down!"
To be continued...