Clark got up and went downstairs.
As soon as he sat down at the dining table, he noticed Eric holding a green meteorite.
Clark, who had an "stress reaction" to meteorites, abruptly stood up and backed away.
"Eric, the meteorite in your hand?!"
Clark's eyes filled with shock, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
Could Eric have been controlled by Ms. Atkins, and was now going to deal with him just like those men she had seduced?
Eric did not notice Clark's expression. He casually tossed the meteorite onto the table. "Recently, there have been lots of counterfeit meteorites circulating around town. They're being sold to tourists as souvenirs."
"This is... fake?"
Clark cautiously reached out and touched the meteorite.
There was no unusual reaction.
"Selling fake meteorite fragments to tourists is Hamilton's business."
Martha brought over the oatmeal from the kitchen and spoke to the two of them.
"Hamilton?"
"The town's 'meteorite weirdo.' Your father is probably one of the people in town with the worst relationship with him."
Jonathan was coming in from outside. Upon hearing this, he immediately objected to his wife's words.
"Actually, I don't know him. It's just that Hamilton insists that all the absurd things that have happened in town over the years were caused by meteorites rather than pollution from Luthor Enterprises. You know I've never agreed with that view."
After wiping his face, Jonathan gave his assessment of Hamilton.
Eric, seated beside them, repeated Hamilton's name. He clasped his hands beneath his chin and fell into thought.
Sunday.
The outskirts of Smallville.
An old warehouse stood in the wilderness.
After using his X-ray vision to inspect the rough situation inside, Eric walked to the entrance and gently pushed open the warehouse's iron doors.
Creak!
As the heavy iron