The World Will Be His Avery's Playground

# Chapter 48: The World Will Be His, Avery's Playground

"Meteorite? What about meteorite?"

Jonathan didn't understand, hearing his younger son's words.

"Clark's power isn't invincible. When he gets close to a meteorite, he becomes weak and uncomfortable, like an acute allergic reaction."

He turned to his parents and said.

"Is that true?

Clark, why have you and David never told your mother and me?"

Jonathan's eyes widened. His two brothers had actually been keeping such an important little secret from them.

"You're busy enough taking care of the farm."

Clark's smile was strained as he explained.

His abnormality was already enough to worry his parents, but fortunately, sometimes his superhuman abilities could also let his parents not worry about him in certain situations.

"If you knew I was allergic to meteorites, I was afraid you'd worry about me even more."

"Clark..."

Martha sighed, holding her eldest son in her arms with a pained heart.

"Maybe... it wouldn't be so bad to be an ordinary person."

Clark hesitated.

Actually, back when he had abilities, being different from ordinary people often made him feel lonely. After his younger brother also revealed his abilities, he rarely felt that emotion anymore.

"It's just..."

Clark wouldn't be crushed by losing his abilities, but if he lost his powers, his younger brother would have no restraints left, and he could no longer stop him from doing anything.

David saw Clark glance at him with hidden worry and knew what he was thinking. He rolled his eyes.

"Son, as long as you're healthy, that's what matters."

The couple comforted Clark that losing his abilities and becoming ordinary was nothing.

"Whether you can lift a pickup truck or not, you're still our son."

Jonathan thought for a moment and said, "At least you won't have to hide things anymore from now on."

Clark also thought of a few benefits to becoming ordinary. First, he wouldn't have to avoid all kinds of sports at school, and he wouldn't have to dodge and embarrass himself because of Lana's necklace.

"Lana..."

Thinking that he could join the football team and interact with Lana freely, his eyes lit up slightly.

Maybe this really wasn't such a bad thing.

"You might not be the only one who lost your powers yesterday."

Seeing the Son of Krypton starting to daydream and forget everything else, David shook his head.

"What?"

Clark coughed, put away his thoughts, and put on a serious, attentive expression.

"Lightning struck down from the sky, hitting you and Avery."

Facing his confused parents and Clark, he analyzed, "You're one thing, but why didn't Avery turn into charcoal?"

"--He very likely awakened an ability."

Having been struck through the body by lightning turned green by Kryptonite and emerged unscathed, David didn't believe nothing had changed in Avery.

"This..."

Clark's expression shifted.

"David, we need to go to Avery's house and check on him!"

"Avery, where did you go yesterday?"

At the dinner table, his mother's face was full of worry as she couldn't help asking.

"I went to your room to tidy up. Why is your backpack gone, and your clothes are all torn up, like they've been burned."

"I'm fine."

Facing his mother's concern, Avery ate the meat cutlet on his plate and replied with an ugly expression.

Something incredible had happened to him yesterday. After being struck by lightning, he had gained godlike power.

But at the same time, he later discovered that something could still restrain him, who should be invincible on this planet—meteorites.

"As soon as I get close to a meteorite, my whole body goes weak, uncomfortable, even painful. I become worse than an ordinary person, can't even stand."

Because his father's job was a geography teacher, the family garage had many kinds of rock specimens, including meteorites.

After returning home, Avery had done multiple experiments and confirmed this.

"Why did I have to get such a fatal flaw after gaining this kind of power!"

His eyes were fierce, and he couldn't help clenching his fists—this made many of his wonderful plans impossible to realize.

Avery simply couldn't tolerate having such a deadly weakness when he should be able to do whatever he wanted on this planet!

"School's been out for ages, why aren't you home?"

Seeing his son's gloomy expression, treating it like nothing and lost in thought, Regan's face was full of anger as he demanded harshly.

"Would you even come out if I didn't call you for dinner?

You're always this disobedient—do you know how embarrassed I was at school yesterday because of you!"

The son of a geography teacher known for being strict couldn't even finish his geography homework, making him the laughingstock of the office.

"Say less." At the dinner table, his wife Beth patted her furious husband's arm.

"Enough!"

But Avery, full of resentment, suddenly exploded. He shot up, twisting the knife and fork in his hands as he glared at his father.

"I'm eighteen now. You don't get to boss me around."

He remembered the humiliation of being publicly scolded in class yesterday.

"I don't get to boss you? With your grades right now, you might not even get into college!"

Provoked by his son's defiance, Regan ignored his wife's attempts to calm him and stood up abruptly, glaring back in anger.

"You want to live on welfare for the rest of your life?"

"Heh... college?"

Avery's face was full of disdain and mockery.

"That's as far as your vision goes!"

"You have no idea what kind of power I have now." He clenched his hand, feeling the terrifying strength that far surpassed tanks and planes, a look of obsession and greed rising in his eyes.

"My future is beyond the imagination of some small-town high school geography teacher like you!"

He tossed the deformed knife and fork onto the floor, wiped his hands with a somewhat sinister smile as he thought of something.

"I'm leaving this place that's confined me for eighteen years and now makes me extremely uncomfortable."

This town was littered with meteorites, full of things that could counter him.

But as long as he left this town, he could do whatever he wanted—the world would be Avery's playground!

Reassuring his parents that he'd be fine, Clark walked out the door with his brother.

Walking along the muddy, waterlogged road, Clark was full of worry.

"If Avery has powers, he probably won't use them to run wild..."

Even as he said it, remembering how Avery would stand on the bridge railing in a strong wind, listening to rock music with that rebellious, arrogant look, he had no confidence himself.

"Clark, sometimes you have to respect other people's fate."

Thinking about what started this whole chain of events, David couldn't help but say coldly.

"What do you mean?"

"Drop your savior complex!"

Someone who acts like they're invincible, standing on a bridge railing in a thunderstorm, thinking they look cool listening to music with headphones—if they die, they've got no one to blame.

"People should bear the consequences of their own actions."

Even if something happened to someone like that, he wouldn't feel a shred of sympathy.

Earlier, with their parents in the room, David hadn't directly said Clark was meddling.

"You like being everyone's babysitter that much?"

"He's just a teenager going through adolescence. Don't be so hard on him, David."

Clark couldn't stand by and watch someone die. Sensing his brother had no goodwill toward Avery, he wanted to urge him to be more tolerant.

Because they might run into Avery soon, and he really didn't want a conflict.

"Have you forgotten how old you are?"

David shot back.

"..."

Because of his special circumstances, Clark had faced many things and worries since childhood that other kids never encountered. He was generally more mature than his peers.

But he was only eighteen too.

Whoosh!

The two walked on.

Suddenly, David stopped in his tracks and narrowed his eyes.

On the highway hundreds of meters away, a figure shot past at dozens of times the speed of sound, vanishing into the distance like a flash of lightning. Even with his vision, he could barely make out a blurry trail, unable to see the person clearly.

That scene was so familiar, but...

Clark, now an ordinary person, wondered why David had stopped. He glanced over and saw nothing.

"What's wrong, David?"