The Person Who Cannot See the Future

Chapter 32: The One Who Cannot See the Future

"What's wrong with me?"

David looked at the two people in the room, both visibly startled, and asked Clark in confusion.

"What did you see?"

Cassandra might have understood—she hadn't seen his abilities before.

But why did Clark look so frightened and shocked?

"You..."

Clark hesitated, his face twisting with inner conflict.

Should he tell his brother?

What would David's reaction be upon learning of this future? Would it make him resolve never to become that version of himself, or would it let him indulge and slide into darkness?

"Did you see it too, child?"

Hearing Clark's voice, the blind Cassandra turned her head toward the startled Clark, her tone surprised.

"I... was I not supposed to see it?"

Clark faltered.

"No one has ever seen it before." Cassandra shook her head.

When she used her ability to foresee someone's future, only she herself would see the visions.

"Like earlier with Mr. Ross and his lost car keys—I had to speak up to show what I'd predicted."

But this time was different.

"Why... why?"

"We both know you're different from others."

"I..." Clark, whose mind had been blank from the earlier shock, finally remembered in panic—his abilities were exposed, and his brother had also been found to be different.

"Don't be afraid, Clark."

Having seen Clark's face from an outsider's perspective in the future vision, Cassandra spoke gently, smiling.

"I only just realized I've actually seen you before."

"You've seen me before, ma'am?" Clark asked, puzzled.

When this old woman had gone blind, Clark was still an infant arriving on Earth with the meteor shower.

David's expression shifted slightly, vaguely guessing where she meant she'd seen him.

Cassandra paused, smiled mysteriously, and then said, "Child, go close the door."

Confused, Clark walked toward the door.

Pressing against the wall by the door, a black-haired figure heard the voices inside and quickly slipped away.

Turning back, Clark shut the door that Pete had left ajar on his way out, then returned to the bedside but didn't sit back down next to his brother.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Clark?"

Seeing the complex, intense look in Clark's eyes, David wondered what he had seen in the future and pretended not to care, smiling lightly.

Worry from Clark +32, Panic +30, Fear +25...

He hadn't been particularly interested in the future before.

He didn't really need others to tell him what his fate would be.

But seeing Clark's reaction, he couldn't help but be curious.

"Right now, Clark's emotions are... like a supercharged version of when he worried I'd fall into corruption?"

David's eyes flickered, sharply guessing what Clark might have seen.

But he still didn't understand—how could his future be what Clark feared?

The black-haired girl emerged from the corner, watching the tightly shut door of the house, frowning slightly. She was about to quietly slip back.

"Kara?"

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded from behind her.

"What a coincidence, didn't expect to run into you here."

Lana pushed a cart past, her expression surprised to see the friend she'd just met at the party yesterday.

"Are you here for volunteer work too?"

Kara turned around, an unnatural smile forming on her face. "Yes... yes."

"Some things are the same even though I just transferred—like thirty hours of community service a semester."

Lana pulled Kara into conversation.

But then a hint of confusion crept in. For some reason, Kara had been very talkative yesterday.

The two had chatted happily, and Kara had asked her all sorts of questions about the town's high school, getting her to introduce each notable figure on campus so she could form a rough impression.

But now, Kara seemed distracted, her gaze drifting off to the side from time to time.

"You're going to be someone remarkable in the future."

In the room, Cassandra smiled.

"In others' futures, some people encounter pain and despair. But when you appear, hope descends, and all calamities vanish like smoke."

Hearing Cassandra's words, David's eyes flickered with surprise.

So this old woman had indeed glimpsed the future Clark in others' futures—Superman?

He might have underestimated the elderly in this small-town Nursing Home. If she could see the future Superman, perhaps she didn't know as much about this world's future as he did.

But she might still grasp some scattered threads of what was to come.

"Me? Remarkable?"

Clark pointed at himself in utter bewilderment.

Even though he'd long known he was gifted, he'd never imagined he could deserve such praise!

"It seems you were born for this, child.

To help people break free from fear and darkness."

Facing Clark, flustered and confused by the future, Cassandra spoke softly, her words laden with meaning.

"After foreseeing so many futures for others, I've summed up one rule. Do you know what it is?"

"Ma'am, what is it?" Clark asked with respect.

Seeing such a sight, she could still recover her composure after a brief shock, as if nothing in the world could unsettle her.

"—The future can be changed!"

A mysterious smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"In fact, from this moment on, the future has already shifted."

"Like Pete."

David spoke slowly.

Once a person learns their future, they'll inevitably steer themselves or events away from a future they dislike.

"Yes, child."

Facing David, the old woman's tone remained kind, even though she'd seen him perhaps opposing Clark in the futures she'd glimpsed.

She had seen countless lives in the future.

People were complex creatures—don't be quick to define a person or their future.

Perhaps an unremarkable child raised on a small-town Farms could become the brightest and most beloved figure on the planet. Perhaps a respected prosecutor with a bright future could, after one bad day, transform into a feared gangster.

Perhaps a mercenary, usually money-grubbing and cold-blooded, could also go all out to save the world without asking for reward...

"Now, it's your turn, child."

Cassandra gently extended her hand toward David.

David hesitated, then reached out as well.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

A long time passed, and nothing happened.

Just as David thought he wasn't special like the Son of Tomorrow and couldn't see his own future—

"The special Kent brothers."

Cassandra opened her eyes, clouded with white film, and sighed.

"Child, I can't see your future."

This, too, had never happened before.

"It seems I can't offer any guidance for your life."

She shook her head.

"You'll have to grasp and create your own future."

Two brothers—one could see the future she saw, the other she couldn't see at all.

"Can't see?"

Hearing this answer, David was puzzled.

The Thanos Physique had great resistance to mental abilities. Could foreseeing the future also count as a mental ability?

Was that why she couldn't see?

Clark, who had been tense with worry, hoping to glimpse some turning point in his brother's future from his fate, was momentarily stunned.

He gritted his teeth, hardening his resolve in his heart that no matter what happened, he would never let his brother stray onto the wrong path.

Opening his eyes, Clark's voice carried a hint of unease.

"Ma'am, could you take another look at my future for me?"

Cassandra was blind in her eyes but not in her mind; she guessed what he wanted to do and shook her head helplessly.

"Child, I'm not a radio that you can tune into anytime, flipping through any part of your future you want to see."