svetikya Chapter 81 Child, you were actually adopted by us.
Chapter 81 Child, you were actually adopted by us.
Chapter 81 Child, you were actually adopted by us.
Pete's eyes widened as he watched Clark make all sorts of exaggerated movements in an instant.
If it weren't for his pride, he would have loved to perform a tap dance for his best friend on the spot to liven things up.
After all, that's their specialty.
But there's nothing I can do. Even though he's a notorious jerk at Smallwell School, I still have my pride.
Chloe, still feeling shy, rolled her eyes at Clark speechlessly, then quickly walked away with her book in her arms.
Unexpectedly, Clark, who usually seemed honest and unassuming, turned out to be just as bad as his brother.
No, he's even worse than Lucas.
Lucas is just aloof.
Clark is clearly a bit promiscuous. Although past romantic history is not enough to condemn a man, it's a different story when she's around.
In the hallway, Lana, who was chatting and laughing with Jessica, the new transfer student who had arrived a while ago, turned her head and saw the same scene. The next moment, the warm smile on her face froze, and she became extremely embarrassed.
Just a few days ago, she sent Whitman a recorded video.
The first half of the video wished Whitman good success in the military.
In the latter half, she subtly proposed breaking up.
During her time in a foreign land, Lana gave it careful consideration.
She felt that she and Whitney were not a good match.
What she wants is a lover who can stay by her side at all times and understand all her bad temper.
Clearly, Whitney was simply incapable of doing that.
Furthermore, this relationship has gone through so much, which has seriously shaken its already fragile foundation.
When Lana thinks back on this relationship, Clark's face always comes to mind.
He always remembers her preferences, and even if he forgets her birthday, he will still make a special effort to recreate an old-fashioned open-air movie to make up for it.
Most importantly, Clark was willing to listen quietly to her reminisce about her deceased relatives, patiently accompany her to the cemetery, and help manage Taron Cafe, among other things.
These are things that Whitney, with her impetuous personality and greater emphasis on her brothers, could not provide.
Therefore, it's easy to imagine how terrible Lana felt when she witnessed Clark flirting with other girls right in front of her.
Jessica, the transfer student beside Lana, noticed Lana's unusual behavior and asked with some confusion, "Lana, what's wrong?"
Lana forced a smile: "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a little unwell in my stomach."
Jessica was clearly somewhat skeptical.
In her opinion, that expression looked more like jealousy.
The blonde girl's lips twitched slightly. She took a few steps closer and, in a voice only Clark could hear, asked, "Do you want to know about your origins?"
"What?"
Clark looked surprised.
The conversation took him completely by surprise.
"The real origins. An origin other than Clark Kent," the blonde young woman repeated.
Normally, Clark would definitely think this woman was out of her mind.
Does his background need to be explained by others?
But now, because of the red ring, the doubt in his heart has been magnified infinitely.
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He was always confused as to why his parents didn't have superpowers, while he did.
This doesn't make sense biologically.
Thinking this, Clark raised an eyebrow and deliberately tilted his chin: "Beautiful lady, I'm curious how you'll tell me."
"Then come with me." The blonde girl's answer was crisp, and she walked towards the school gate.
Without saying a word, Clark immediately gave chase.
Pete suddenly remembered something and quickly called out from behind, "Hey, Clark. Ms. Evelyn's history class is coming up soon—"
Clark said without turning his head, "Come on, that woman's classes are incredibly boring. If she doesn't allow me to skip class, I'll go find her myself."
At the end of the corridor.
Lucas looked at Clark, who had become smug and arrogant, and couldn't help but shake his head.
I've already told you, don't meddle in everything. Everyone knows you shouldn't pick wildflowers by the roadside. And you can't just wear any ring you find by the roadside.
As for the blonde woman's identity—
With his divine insight, Lucas "saw" a special energy flame burning within the other person's body, the source of which was the woman's life force.
"Hey, has anyone ever told you, 'Your skin is so fair!' I can't take my eyes off you!"
"Also, this outfit really flatters your figure. Your taste is much better than this bunch of unfashionable students here."
"How about we go to a bar for a drink first, and then you can tell me all about my background?"
Throughout the journey, Clark's gaze remained unabashedly fixed on the blonde woman ahead, making no attempt to conceal his desire.
The blonde girl turned to look at him, the smile that had been on her face finally fading slightly: "Red kryptonite can't harm us, but it makes us lose our minds, becoming arrogant and frivolous. I suggest you take it off, or I can help you remove it."
"Lost my mind? No, no, no, I feel great right now. I've never felt so comfortable before."
Believe me, you absolutely cannot resist my temptation.
Clark stood with one hand on his hip, striking a pose similar to that of Captain Morgan on a country path.
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Lucas, who was following behind, silently took out a video camera.
This is a high-resolution video recorder that he had Oswald specially buy.
This is purely a personal hobby.
The blonde girl walked up to Clark with a blank expression and took his hand.
Then, to Clark's puzzled look, the red ring disappeared suddenly after flashing wildly for a few seconds.
Once the influence of the red kryptonite was gone, the frivolous and dissolute look in Clark's eyes immediately disappeared.
He shook his head, and after a distorted wave of memory, he quickly recalled what he had just done.
Her face instantly turned red with embarrassment.
An overwhelming sense of shame washed over him like a tidal wave, making Clark feel utterly ashamed and giving him an urge to jump into the river.
He should just die! What did he do? Hooking up with other girls right in front of Lana?!
"Clark, no, I should call you Carl El, now we should be able to communicate properly."
The blonde woman's voice interrupted Clark's embarrassment. A faint smile returned to her face, as if everything was under her control.
"Karl El?" Clark frowned.
"This is the name given to you at birth. Listen, you and I are the only survivors; we are the only ones who have preserved our complete Kryptonian bloodline."
Holding Clark's hand, the blonde woman spoke slowly.
"Excuse me, I don't understand what you're saying. But how do you know about Krypton? According to astronomers, Krypton has already been destroyed." Clark frowned slightly.
"Yes, its physical form has been destroyed, but its will will never dissipate. Karl, come with me."
"No, no, no, I don't even know who you are."
Without the influence of the red kryptonite, Clark refused without hesitation.
"My name is Clark Kent, and I come from Kent Farm."
My parents' names are Martha Kent and Jonathan Kent.
In addition, I have an older brother named Lucas Kent.
I think you must have mistaken me for someone else. I have never doubted my origins.
After saying this, Clark turned and left.
"Lucas Kent?"
The blonde girl didn't chase after them; she just kept murmuring the name.
The name struck her as odd; there was no record of it in the consciousness that had bestowed upon her such extraordinary abilities.
After returning to the farm.
After thinking for a moment, Clark recounted his strange encounter that day.
For some reason, the name Karl El felt strangely familiar to him.
Although everything that happened was under the influence of red kryptonite, the memories cannot be erased.
He had a gut feeling.
That blonde woman might have some information worth investigating further.
"Green stones will weaken you, and red stones may affect your sanity."
Your shortcomings are a bit too obvious, my brother.
Perhaps you could consider crafting your own suit of armor from leadstone.
Lucas took a bottle of chilled Coke from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap, and drank it down in one gulp.
Jonathan, standing to the side, had an extremely solemn expression.
"Child, it's time."
Jonathan patted the dirt off his hands, stood up from the edge of the field, and after a few seconds of silence, began to speak in a heavy tone.
Martha realized something and quickly stepped forward, trying to stop Jonathan.
Jonathan waved his hand. "Martha, it's okay. We can't keep this secret forever."
"When?" Clark's expression immediately turned somewhat flustered as he recalled what had just happened.
The Kansas farmer, who had been growing cream corn for nearly a decade, looked at Clark with a serious expression and slowly said, "When I tell you the truth..."
"And you, Lucas."
Jonathan then glanced at Lucas, who was watching the show intently from the side.
Lucas cooperated by showing a hint of "surprise".
Warehouse and cellar.
Jonathan lifted the heavy waterproof canvas, revealing the small, silver-white spaceship inside.
It's not big; it can't even fit an adult, but it can perfectly accommodate a baby.
Or rather, this is a spaceship designed for babies.
The spaceship's hull was covered with various patterns, with an octagonal recess missing in the very center.
Witnessing an alien spaceship suddenly appear in his cellar, perhaps even involving his own past, Clark's face was instantly covered with unprecedented astonishment.
He looked up at Jonathan in shock: "Father, what is this?"
Jonathan sighed and slowly recounted what had happened to Clark.
Clark's eyes widened as more than a decade of memories tore apart like a tattered piece of cloth.
He simply couldn't believe that he came from outer space.
"Why? You kept it from me for seventeen years? I told you everything that was wrong with me as soon as it happened. I trusted you all. Why did you only tell me now?" Clark couldn't help but ask loudly.
"Actually, it's because we love you so much, my child."
If someone hadn't suddenly approached you, I think I probably wouldn't have told you this now, not even until I entered the cemetery.
On the night of that meteor shower, your mother and I found you as an infant in a cornfield, right next to this spaceship. We had absolutely no idea what your origins were or whether you would be in danger following us.
You were just a baby then. The truth was hidden to protect you.
Once outsiders find out your identity, they will arrest, detain, and dissect you, using you as a test subject.
We can't let our child end up like that. You're so pitiful and so adorable.
Martha, who followed in, said with red eyes.
"I don't belong here, do I? This town, this planet—none of it is my home. I'm just an alien kid who accidentally crash-landed."
Clark shouted loudly and slammed his fist heavily onto the wooden table next to him, shattering the entire table instantly.
Jonathan stared intently at Clark and said meaningfully, "It wasn't us who found you, Clark, it was you who found us. From the moment we picked you up from the cornfield, you were our son."
Listen, blood ties don't define family. No matter which planet you come from, this farm will always be your home.
These words made Clark feel much better, but his mind was still in turmoil, unable to fully process the impact of his past in an instant.
It's really too hard for people to accept.
"So, Lucas and I are both alien kids?"
Clark seemed to remember something and pressed for an answer.
Jonathan shook his head repeatedly: "No, only you. Of course, Lucas and you were found in the fields, but you were the only one inside the spaceship."
After saying this, Jonathan looked at Lucas: "I'm sorry, son, I should have told you this sooner."
Lucas put on a performance that went from shock and disbelief to regaining his composure: "It's hard for me to accept, but as someone who was abandoned, you are my biological parents to me. That will never change."
Clark remained silent for a few seconds before quickly walking out of the cellar without a word.
He ran to the open fields in the suburbs to be alone; he sat quietly on the grass, his expression complicated and bewildered.
He not only possesses strange abilities, but he is also an alien child, and there are no other beings like him here.
This undoubtedly intensified Clark's feelings of inferiority, and the sense of helplessness he felt was not something he could recover from in a short time.
Looking at the distraught Clark, Lucas thought for a moment and then stepped forward: "Clark, although we're not blood-related, the love our parents have given us has never been less. Have you ever heard the old saying? Not blood-related, but better than blood-related."
"In both the material and spiritual world, kind Ms. Martha and Mr. Jonathan never treated us badly. We also had a complete and happy childhood, the care of our parents, and fun-filled family affection."
Lucas looked at the distant hills where several miniature horses were galloping wildly: "I had a feeling about this. But what can we do? We were abandoned, but we were also chosen anew."
Clark paused for two seconds, then said, "I always thought we were twins."
"My dear brother, are you kidding me?"
You're one of Smallwell's two biggest jerks, alongside Pete.
Lucas raised an eyebrow slightly.
A look of embarrassment flashed across Clark's face.
All of this was because of the kryptonite necklace around Lana's neck.
This caused him to suddenly feel weak and fall down every time he tried to approach someone.
However, the fact that Ke said this clearly indicates that he has reluctantly accepted the fact that he was adopted.
Lucas then pulled out his camera and handed it to Clark.
Clark looked puzzled, but opened it at his brother's prompting. Three seconds later, his face turned bright red.
Kent Farm, deep in a cornfield.
A cave that has never been discovered.
The surrounding stone walls are covered with intricate patterns and textures, as well as some scripts that do not belong to any Earth civilization.
As the blonde woman approached, the eerie patterns and textures suddenly emitted a dazzling white light.
The white light converged to form a holographic projection that was completely beyond the current technology of Earth.
A figure, partially hidden in the white light, appeared and disappeared: "You failed?"
But after saying that, the other party seemed to freeze up.
Beside her, the blonde girl's expression immediately turned strange. She slowly turned around and looked out of the cave.
A tall, handsome figure slowly walked in.
Lucas looked around the cave with curiosity, finding the glowing, eerie characters and patterns quite novel.
Although it is presented in a metaphysical way, it is actually a technology that demonstrates an exceptionally advanced civilization.
It can remain undying despite intense cosmic radiation and the ravages of time.
Even Lucas, with his super brain and extensive knowledge of the world's top engineering and science books, couldn't comprehend this cross-dimensional science and technology.
And this kind of knowledge is undoubtedly the most valuable.
So he appeared.