bookbashuk Chapter 6: Werewolves
Chapter 6: Werewolves
This is only the initial stage. With further training, it is entirely foreseeable that [Divine Insight] will only become more and more powerful and abnormal.
It may not be inferior to Superman's X-ray vision.
Thinking this, he turned to look at Superman, who was fast asleep. His smug expression froze as he noticed that a corner of the bedding beneath him was soaked with Kryptonian water.
After thinking it over, Lucas decided against calling for Ms. Martha.
My mom works very hard every day. She has to help my dad manage the farm before dawn, feeding the chickens, milking the cows, tidying up the farm tools, and cleaning the farmhouse...
Busy from dawn till dusk, and having to get up several times a night to take care of the two little ones, I can't even get a full night's sleep.
The Son of Krypton can withstand being soaked in urine.
However, what troubled Lucas was that at night, his eyes felt like they had two high-powered light bulbs shining through them, making it impossible for him to fall asleep.
Suddenly, he thought of something and his mind stirred.
The next moment, the scene that was once as bright as day faded away, and darkness once again filled the area within sight.
Unlike the passive characteristic of [Refined Through a Thousand Hammers], [Divine Insight] is more like an active ability that can be turned on or off.
Lucas then manipulated his mind to activate [Divine Insight].
Then it shut down again.
After repeating this dozens of times, he did not feel any discomfort in his eyes.
Clearly, this ability consumes zero resources during its use.
...
Days passed by in this ordinary yet heartwarming routine on the Kent farm.
Clark's bedwetting problem improved when he was one year and five months old.
At just over a year old, Da Chao still looks young and innocent, appearing well-behaved and harmless, but his physical development is exceptionally rapid. His height and weight far exceed those of children his age.
Standing there, her small body was upright and strong, and she looked no different from a two-year-old child.
The Kryptonian physique hidden in its bloodline, under the continuous nourishment of the yellow sun, further revealed its brilliance.
His strength became increasingly terrifying. He could easily lift a 50-pound bag of feed with one hand while playing on the lawn of the farm.
Despite its slender arms and legs, it possesses unimaginable strength. It can even leave shallow dents in the sturdy wood when it bumps into the farm's wooden fence, yet it remains unharmed and incredibly energetic, never tiring.
Its recovery ability is also beginning to show; some minor wounds and friction can heal almost in the blink of an eye, without leaving any scars.
Of course, even so, Clark didn't dare to challenge his older brother's authority.
Two-year-old Lucas was also taller and more robust than his peers, looking like a cyber calf made entirely of metal. Just sitting there, he gave Clark an indescribable sense of heavy pressure.
Clark still remembers clearly the time he accidentally bumped into his older brother while playing, and it felt like he had hit a thick metal wall.
The older brother remained motionless, as steady as a rock, while my head was buzzing, and I stumbled and fell onto the grass.
Another time, I forgot the specific reason, he unleashed all his strength, but his older brother still pulled down his pants and beat him up badly.
From that moment on, he felt that his older brother was unfathomable and invincible.
This feeling became increasingly intense as Clark's basic senses were strengthened and his mind developed.
Because he discovered that his older brother was like a human perpetual motion machine.
Apart from sleeping and eating, I spend all my time exercising.
He has even more energy than him.
……
In 1992, the autumn sky was clear and the air was crisp.
Clark is three years old.
As the older brother, Lucas entered the four-year-old stage.
At this age, she is old enough to go to the daycare center in town.
Of course, many farming families don't participate in this, since it's not mandatory.
The same is true for Kent Farm.
It's mainly because of Clark.
The current Superman is completely unable to control his strength and has lost control many times, such as unintentionally tearing up toys, breaking wooden furniture, and destroying furniture when he loses control of his strength... Naturally, the Kents dare not send him away.
As for Lucas, there was absolutely no need to send him anything; he was too sensible to need any extra care.
Four-year-old Lucas looks as tall as his six-year-old peers, with long, strong limbs, exuding power and explosiveness.
Since acquiring [Divine Observation], he has gained a third trait in the past few years: [Super Hearing].
[Super Hearing: Your hearing is comprehensively enhanced, but it cannot surpass the limits of carbon-based life.]
Also an active ability, when activated, Lucas can hear everything within a five-mile radius.
However, having too strong a hearing ability also has its downsides.
For example, last night, there was a loud, unidentified shaking sound from the wooden bed in the Kent couple's room, along with those sickeningly sweet nothings that Lucas couldn't bear to watch.
To be honest, if he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he would never have imagined that those old-fashioned love words that would give anyone goosebumps could come out so fluently from the mouth of Jonathan, this honest and simple man.
...
The other two characteristics also improved rapidly through daily training.
Nowadays, he can easily lift more than 200 kilograms with one hand without breaking a sweat.
His muscles are clearly defined, with distinct abdominal and pectoral muscles, but not the kind that emphasize bulk; rather, they are tight, taut, and incredibly dense, with a streamlined texture that exudes a cold, hard quality like precision alloy.
Its eyesight is even more astonishing; it can see the extremely tiny tissue structure of underground ants, even distinguish the outline of dust particles, capture the fine pollen floating in the wind, and perceive all the microscopic details that are invisible to the naked eye.
……
In the afternoon, a sudden downpour arrived without warning.
Thick, dark clouds swept across the town, turning the horizon black. A raging wind whipped up large raindrops that relentlessly pounded against the barn roofs and fences, creating a dense spray of water.
Lucas stayed indoors doing sit-ups, adhering to the principle that life is a continuous exercise routine, and that rainy days are the perfect time for hard work.
Clark stared blankly at the dark sky outside and the rain splashing against the window.
Just then.
Lucas's expression suddenly turned strange.
He sprang to his feet with a quick movement, walked to the window, and listened intently.
Clark looked curious, but since his older brother still held authority, he didn't dare to interrupt.
Super hearing acts like an invisible radar, silently extending for miles.
Lucas picked up every subtle sound in his surroundings—
The soft, rustling sounds of insects crawling in the cracks of the wall, the sporadic rumble of tires rolling on the road in the distance, and the barking of dogs further away...
But this calm, muffled noise was abruptly broken by a sudden, unusual sound.
It sounded like the dull thud of some massive, heavy object crushing decaying leaves, or the rapid sprinting of a runner.
That was a sound that no ordinary wild beast could make—
Brutal, wild...
Like some freakish monster, rampaging and crashing its way closer to this place...