Even though almost a week has passed since that conversation, the shock caused by the content has not eased at all.

"So you are...me when I grow up?" Clark was still a little confused.

[Well, I don’t suggest you understand it this way.] Lord Justice’s cold voice seems to have not changed much, but it is just a little more serious than in the past when he would always wait for a long time before giving a perfunctory reply.

Even if only a little bit.

[But we all have the same name and the same experience,] the boy was not satisfied with this light answer, [we are both from Kansas, can fly, can use heat rays, and...]

[We are just peers in a parallel universe, not people on the same timeline.] Obviously it is a bit troublesome to explain this kind of question to a child who is still in elementary school, and if you don’t explain it clearly, he will keep asking.

Lord Justice thought helplessly for a moment and concluded.

[I am not your future, and you are not my past.]

Clark was still a little confused and continued to ask persistently: [But, why is it different?]

At this time, the lord was flying at a constant speed hundreds of meters above the city. From a high place, he could clearly see the soldiers and guards saluting him enthusiastically. Everything in the city was in order, people behaved in an orderly manner, and all criminals were quickly subdued and escorted to prison...

…

However, for the first time, he got distracted during the inspection, and he actually wanted to answer such a question for a child in another universe.

The Supreme Head of State only felt that his mood was a little complicated at the moment.

[…because of all the different choices made in the future.]

He thought for a moment uncertainly, had he ever been so curious about a baby's past?

[Choose left or right at the critical moment? Is it like the Bone Nomi card?]

Clark didn't know that there were such rich psychological activities under the calm voice of the other party, and he suddenly realized, [Miss Eliza took us to play last week. Even if I just push down a small, different card, a series of chains will occur.

The reaction and the final direction of collapse were completely different.]

[...Yes.] After hearing this, the man quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise. He originally thought he was a little idiot, but he didn't expect that his understanding was not too bad.

[Then what behavior will make a difference?] The boy frowned and began to think about the next question quite seriously, [How can I be sure that I have not knocked down the wrong card?]

Originally, routine inspections did not require anything. As long as the white "s" appeared in the sky, it was symbolic enough for the citizens who believed in him.

Even if he is idle, he is idle. He doesn't mind talking a few more words.

[There are so many things that can be affected,] The strong wind roared high in the sky, blowing his white cloak and flying around, [the past, memories, emotions, choices, everyone you meet, everything you do, even food

The food we’ve eaten, the flowers we’ve smelled, these are all variables.]

[So only by maintaining absolute order can there be no mistakes.]

The meaning hidden in his words was still a bit too profound for a child of Clark's age.

[Wow, that sounds so cool.] The boy sighed sincerely.

[…]

He quickly changed the topic as if nothing had happened.

Lord Justice was surprised time and time again that this child always received exceptional softness from him, and Clark had the same feeling.

Martha and Jonathan taught this child to be so kind, and coupled with his natural enthusiasm and kindness, he was always good at generously taking care of others, and the lord...

Lords are different.

In his mind, the lord is like a teacher and a kind brother. Although he always dislikes himself for being too kind and trusting others too easily, he can always answer all his confusions in a unique way.

.

At least how to use heat rays to heat bread more accurately is up to the lord!

And today, he seems to have another identity.

My own...Kryptonian compatriots?

Clark temporarily put aside the negative emotions that made him sad, and circled around the spacecraft that brought him to Earth, carefully stroking every cracked line, his eyes focused and serious.

Inside the cabin of the spaceship, there is a sign that looks like the letter "s", and a moist dark glow flows even in the dark.

Clark gently traced the smooth lines with his fingers.

Finally, he and his father covered the dustproof cloth together and carefully locked the warehouse door.

"Clark, the secret about your life experience..." Jonathan hesitated, but his child nodded clearly.

"I know, Dad." His face and hair were stained with a lot of dust, but his blue eyes became clearer and brighter.

"Just like my superpower, I will definitely protect this secret." The boy raised his head and said obediently.

Martha couldn't help but hugged her child lovingly, wiped the ashes from his face, and kissed him again and again.

May God bless...such a good boy should not have to bear such a heavy burden.

Clark tried to appear positive, but his brows could not hide his depression, plus some sadness.

Well, maybe not a few, but a lot.

Those indescribable emotions piled up crazily and quickly like a tide, like a tight net, making people breathless.

He is far from being as relaxed and calm as he appears on the surface. This is just a habitual behavior of the eldest child in the family, who does not want his parents to worry too much.

After coming out of the warehouse, Clark was almost out of breath in frustration. After telling his parents that he wanted to go outside for a walk and relax, he almost couldn't wait to fly into the endless cornfield and was shocked.

A flock of birds flew.

He could hear the anxious heartbeats of his parents behind him, but the series of explosive news he had just experienced made him feel as if his head was about to explode. It was already very difficult just to hold back from screaming loudly.

Running is the most primitive but most useful way to vent, but today it no longer seems to be so effective. The boy ran around the tall corn stalks in circles, almost leaving an afterimage.

As if he wasn't relieved enough, he finally fell into the green grass and rolled several times to regain his composure.

The breeze blew through the old trees and the sky was extremely clear. This was his favorite place to stay alone.

[...Is Krypton the place where I was born?] Clark felt that his mind was a little confused. He had many questions that he wanted to ask, but they were all stuck in his throat. In the end, he could only ask such a question stupidly.

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[Yes, and she is as beautiful as the earth.] The lord sighed slightly, with some complicated emotions in his tone.

Clark waited for a long time with his ears perked up, but nothing came out.

[……Then what?]

He originally expected the other party to continue talking about things like why he came to Earth and where his biological parents were.

Only a chuckle was heard.

[Then no.]

Reality gave him an unexpected turn.

[You are still too young, knowing too much is not good for you.] The man still had the same casual tone as before, not intending to reveal any information.

[I have grown up!]

Clark subconsciously raised his voice to retort. Suddenly, too many mysteries shrouded his originally brisk mind, including alien spaceships, Krypton, mysterious symbols... He now wanted an answer more urgently than ever before.

[I can help my father with a lot of farm work, and my teachers at school always praise me for being smart...and I also have super powers!] He quickly gave examples one by one, trying to prove himself.

[If you mean the flight where you couldn't even control the direction and then fell into the hospital,] the lord added coolly, [you don't have the ability to accept these facts.]

[But, but, you obviously know why...] Clark started to speak incoherently anxiously. He knew that he would never be able to tell the other person, [Then how long do I have to wait to find the answer?]

[About, ten or twenty years? At least until you have enough abilities to know the truth.]

The boy was almost dumbfounded, "You can't do this!"

This is simply more uncomfortable than stopping in the middle of telling a secret, because - he refuses to say anything.

[...Speak more carefully.] The lord's tone became a little impatient.

Although he paid a little more attention to the young Clark in this parallel universe, it did not mean that he was a good-tempered and patient person. The original idea was just to observe the young Superman in the parallel universe as a hobby.

Growing up, I never planned to intervene.

In other words, he just teased him casually out of fun and boredom.

But now it seems that this puppy seems to be a little spoiled by himself.

Clark obviously realized this.

Oh no, think of a way quickly, he will leave soon.

He was spinning in circles in a hurry. Although he was only seven years old, Clark clearly realized that this was definitely an opportunity that could not be missed. If he did not grasp it well, he would definitely regret it for a long time in the future.

Ah, the future, growing up, these words are too long.

[You can train me!]

He had an idea and was excited that he had come up with such a brilliant idea, [just like teaching me how to use heat rays, teaching me who the bad guys are, and teaching me how to use these super powers.]

The boy was far from realizing how shocking what he said was.

[Don’t you always think that I am too naive, too immature, and not capable enough?] He is still trying hard to sell himself, like the picture of a salesman who is not very skilled in business, but fortunately he is sincere enough.

[Then train me and help me get to the right time faster. I will definitely learn like you seriously.]
To be continued...