A year gradually passed.
Superboy-Prime Clark learned the responsibilities of a superhero ahead of time.
He also embarked on a path of street-level heroism completely different from Superman's.
He still put on a mask every day and carried out justice.
But he no longer took pride in being a superhero as he once had.
In the past, he had gained power from his master.
Now, from his master's death, he had learned to think and learned where to draw the line.
However, Clark did not take "no killing" as his bottom line like Batman did in the comics.
He killed too, but every killing was an act carried out only after careful consideration.
Because every strike against a criminal was his way of mourning his master, Leon.
Every day, he repeated Leon's warnings in his mind.
Only then could he avoid betraying the sacrifice his master had made for him.
Another day, the sun set in the west.
Clark sat by the sea with his young girlfriend, Laurie.
He gazed out at the ocean, as silent as he had been three years ago.
But three years ago, he had been sulking at the sea because his father had torn up his comics.
Now, his silence was him savoring the rare peace of being with his girlfriend.
Such peace was a luxury.
Once night fell, he would have to get busy again and continue fighting crime.
Watching the sunlight glitter across the water, Clark wondered whether his master Leon was doing well in Heaven.
Mm.
No one knew how Leon in Heaven was doing.
But Leon, who was flying above Clark's head, was quite happy.
"After three years, I've finally thoroughly deconstructed the genes of Silver Superman and Superboy-Prime."
"I've fully understood and absorbed the strengths of their genetic structures."
"Next,