One underground faction after another began investigating the reason behind the Brotherhood's destruction. Although Robet had left no clues pointing to himself, everyone in the underground world acknowledged that the Brotherhood had been wiped out by a superhuman faction. After all, only a superhuman faction could have done it so cleanly, without leaving behind any clues.
As a result, some superhuman factions in the underground world began suspecting one another. Without any evidence, they merely watched and waited, but relations between some factions had already become tense, especially among those that had been enemies to begin with.
Among them, the factions investigating the matter most persistently were naturally the Brotherhood's employers. After altering the Fate Weaver, Sloan had accepted several orders. However, before he had time to forge the later orders, the Fate Weaver had woven Clark's name.
At the time, Sloan had been feeling guilty because his own name had appeared on the Fate Weaver earlier, and he had also wanted to divert the Brotherhood members' attention. Thus, he had issued the order, ultimately resulting in Robet speedrunning the destruction of the Brotherhood.
Those employers had paid deposits, after all. The Brotherhood had been destroyed for no apparent reason, so they naturally had to recover the money they had lost!
Clark knew nothing about the turmoil in the underground world. After carefully observing the textile factory, police station, and other locations, he confirmed that no one had discovered Robet and temporarily stopped paying attention to the matter.
Once the intelligence crisis had passed, The Kent Family resumed their normal lives as well. Unable to continue taking leave, Robet went to school as usual the next day.
What Robet did not know was that after he left, Clark quietly ran to an uninhabited wilderness. Recalling the scene foretold by the Fate Weaver, then recalling the sight of Robet flying through the air, he looked up at the sky, a trace of longing flashing in his eyes.
"Since the Fate Weaver saw me floating in midair, I should be able to fly too..." A thought flashed through Clark's mind. "Besides, Robet can already fly, which means flying probably isn't that difficult. Should I give it a try?"
With that thought, Clark took a deep breath and pushed off with one foot. His entire body shot into the air, then dropped back to the ground. He leaped up again, only to fall once more...
After several attempts, Clark felt himself gradually breaking free from the effects of gravity. Using his own peculiar power, he made his body fly without relying on any external force!
"I'm flying!" When he realized that he was truly flying through the air, Clark felt exhilarated. Unlike Robet, who had flown countless times before transmigrating, this was Clark's first time taking flight. Barely concealed excitement filled his eyes, and the corners of his mouth even curled upward unconsciously.
Even though Clark knew he could accomplish this, actually doing it brought an entirely different sense of fulfillment!
However, as the saying went, extreme joy bred sorrow. Even the powerful Clark was no exception. Since it was his first time flying, his thoughts drifted, and his control over his power faltered slightly. His body suddenly began plummeting from the sky.
"I..." Clark's heart jolted. He quickly adjusted his mindset and power, finally stopping himself just before he was about to hit the ground in a sorry state. He hovered a foot above the ground, wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead, and avoided burying himself in the dirt.
"Thankfully, I didn't practice flying in front of that guy Robet. Otherwise, he would definitely have laughed at me!" After regaining his composure, Clark felt rather fortunate. Then his body shot toward the sky once more, beginning his second journey to conquer it.
Clearly, as he became more proficient with his flying ability, Clark also grew more at ease. Even being distracted no longer affected his flight.
In fact, Clark felt that the sunlight was even more comfortable when he was flying in midair. Thus, he unconsciously floated above the clouds, enjoying the sunlight as it strengthened his body.
Because of Robet, the mystery of his origins, the tornado, and the Brotherhood's assassination attempt, Clark had completely accepted his abilities. At the same time, he wanted to use those abilities to protect his family...
Clark knew that, in the short term, his personality could not become like Robet's, utterly unconcerned with killing and the lives of his enemies. But Clark believed that his abilities could definitely make him a shield that constantly guarded his family!
Robet, meanwhile, could become the blade that took the initiative to attack. After all, that was precisely what Robet excelled at and enjoyed.
At Midtown High School, Robet had no idea that Clark had learned to fly so quickly, nor did he know that he had missed the chance to see Clark in an embarrassing state. All he knew was that his meditation time had been severely disrupted because Kara had openly taken a seat beside him.
Originally, the period during which Kara had decided not to speak to Robet after he had angered her twice had not yet ended. However, Robet's absence from school yesterday had instantly made her forget all about ignoring him.
"Boo-hoo-hoo... Why? Why did Kara take the initiative to sit beside him? Wasn't Kara ignoring him just like she was ignoring us?" When Demit's Quintet saw Kara sit beside Robet, they exchanged dejected looks. Their brainwaves resonated at that moment, producing an effect similar to Telepathic Communication. Then, sorrowful emotions began spreading around them.
"If I ignore you, you really won't come looking for me? What did you do yesterday? Why didn't you come to school?" Kara narrowed her eyes as she sized up Robet. Her gaze repeatedly drifted toward his tail, but because of Robet's earlier warning, she did not use X-Ray Vision. She was merely looking toward his tail out of habit.
"You never agreed to train and fight alongside me, so why should I come looking for you?" Robet glanced at Kara and retorted righteously.
"You!" Kara was rendered speechless by Robet's single sentence. Grinding her teeth in secret, she glared angrily at him. Only after silently repeating dozens of times that she must not get angry did she take a deep breath and say, "I may possess great power, but I'm not a warrior. Why should I train in combat?"
"You're indeed not a warrior. It's a bit of a waste, but everyone has their own aspirations. Perhaps your species simply doesn't like fighting very much!" Hearing Kara's words, Robet nodded in agreement. He was certain that Kara was powerful, but in his view, Kara was not a female warrior. Even Clark, at present, could only be considered powerful, not a true warrior.
"Our species has dedicated combat personnel. They were born with the fate of warriors, but I'm not that kind of warrior..." Kara began explaining in a low voice.
"Then are there any warriors from your species still alive?" Robet's eyes suddenly lit up as he asked Kara expectantly.
"Probably not. With Krypton's destruction, there should only be Carl and me left as the only Kryptonians in the universe." Kara let out a soft sigh, looking somewhat dejected.
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