By-Products of Meteorites!

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"They all say I nearly died in the meteor shower in the sky and went crazy due to fear, and they revoked my pilot's license.

But I didn't. I'm sure there was a spaceship in the center of that meteor shower, even though that spaceship is as small as it can carry only a baby!

Who says aliens have to be the same size as us, or why can't it be a baby?"

When Luthor investigated a series of events related to the meteor and accidentally found that guy, he talked excitedly, reeking of alcohol and waving a bottle, recalling his tragic past.

There is magic in this world, there are genetic mutations, so why can't there be aliens?

Luthor gathered a team of experts from various fields, including but not limited to medicine, psychology, interrogation, hypnosis, etc., from all over the world.

All for the purpose of identifying a man who now lives in a drafty, dilapidated house, drinks all day, and is impoverished, with a conclusion that he is more than ninety-eight percent likely not lying, whether to unravel the mystery of the meteors or investigate whether aliens crashed to Earth over a decade ago.

Luthor stared at the figure in a red cape on the screen, as if he was a hunter who noticed that his manor had been intruded on by the prey.

A set of high-tech green steel armor was in the jars on the wall.

This is the result of his acquired brain with a powerful scientific talent during this time.

However, this is a last resort.

"When will those in power personally go down and fight the beasts?"

Luthor made a phone call.

His plan needed some help, and someone needed to lead the way.

The phone's contact was Sam Lane, followed by the title General, Member of Congress.

"General Lane, I heard that the military has been tracking a special 'living creature' recently?

Perhaps I can be of some assistance."

He smirked slightly, speaking humbly but with an air of self-confidence, as if the other party was already in his grasp.

...

"What... what do you mean?"

David said there were weaknesses even if the meteor disappeared, and Clark was slightly panicked, if possible, he didn't want to experience that feeling of discomfort and weakness he didn't want to experience it even once.

"You can move freely in a very short time because you have super hearing, just like you have super vision, right?"

Clark didn't mention when he got super hearing, but David guessed it when he saw Clark move as if he were a normal person in a very short time.

He just didn't know why Clark held onto this matter and still hid it, was it to prevent him from secretly killing people?

"Yes."

Clark fell silent and nodded.

"Even with excellent hearing, it can't replace your eyes. There are things your hearing can't do."

"But... brother, if I want to, my hearing can monitor things happening on the other side of the country in an instant. My brain can easily distinguish thousands of sounds in an instant."

David waved his hand to stop Clark's words.

The strength of a Kryptonian, especially Superman, he understood better than Clark himself.

But it didn't stop Superman from often getting beaten up in the comics, almost losing his life multiple times.

Healthy Superman had the same weaknesses, not to mention now that he was a disabled person with such obvious weaknesses.

"Relying too much on hearing, once the enemy discovers this, they will target it, such as sonic weapons..." David shook his head and spoke.

"Get some sun, it won't hurt you."

Everything has pros and cons, and overly sensitive hearing can sometimes bring about bad consequences. Superman in the comics has been targeted for his hearing multiple times.

"I will."

Hearing his brother's concern, Clark opened his mouth, although he didn't quite agree.

He believed that as long as there was no meteor, there was nothing to fear. In addition to super hearing, he also had super speed, and the speed of sound was slow as a turtle in front of him.

He could easily escape several kilometers in an instant.

He was more wary of the meteor, but his brother had just returned home, and Clark didn't want to argue because of this.

"And..."

"What else?"

Seeing that David hesitated a bit, Clark wondered if he had any other weaknesses.

Superman has quite a few weaknesses, such as red sunlight that can strip him of his powers, but under normal circumstances, there wouldn't be red sunlight weapons attacking him, especially now when this planet doesn't even know what Kryptonians are.

What David wanted to say was still about the meteorites. He paused and posed a question.

"Do you think that if a stone is ground into powder, it can still be called a stone?"

"I guess not."

Faced with this sudden question, Clark scratched his neck.

Suddenly, he realized something, even his blind eyes widened instantly. His strong memory allowed him to remember what had happened over a month ago.

"I remember I lost control back then, and I wished for all the meteorites that could weaken me to disappear."

"Could it be..."

Uttering his wish from back then, Clark's face turned ugly. He had almost lost the most precious thing for that wish and had paid a big price.

"That's right."

David slowly pulled out a test tube from his pocket.

A transparent glass test tube containing a fluorescent green liquid.

"The meteorites are gone, but there's still something that can restrain your abilities."

"Ah..."

Clark's body strength was quickly drained, and he weakly stepped back, holding onto the railing.

"Meteorites? David, what did you take out?"

Although not as intense as before, the familiar feeling of weakness, accompanied by discomfort, left him completely powerless.

[Shock +206 from Clark...]

"By-products of the meteorites."

It seemed like Clark's strength had increased again during the time he spent as a hero. David shook the test tube in his hand.

This was the finished product he had created using the formula from the meteorite solution that granted people the ability to become intangible.

When Clark made his wish for the meteorites to disappear, all his meteorites that he had collected for many years had vanished, leaving only a few vials of this solution.

The substance in this test tube obviously couldn't be called a stone; it was directly overlooked by the Wishing Stone.

"Where did this come from?"

After shaking it a couple of times, David put it away to prevent Clark from feeling more discomfort. He straightened up slowly, regaining some strength, much like a vampire who was no longer exposed to ultraviolet rays and began to breathe heavily.

"It doesn't matter.

What's important is when those obviously unique meteorites arrived on Earth. Many laboratories came here to take samples and study them."

David had discovered this a long time ago, but for some reason he never told Clark about it. Now, seeing that the Kryptonian seemed a bit complacent, he took out the test tube to let him know that there was such a thing.

He didn't want to see a ridiculous and hilarious news headline one day about Superman trying to stop a lab robbery and getting accidentally shot dead by robbers.

"The meteorites are gone, but some by-products of their research might still exist.

Although the chances of you encountering them are slim, they're not zero."

David reminded him, with a hint of seriousness.

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(~˘▾˘)~100th Chapter of the Fic~(˘▾˘~)

(~˘▾˘)~Don't forget to send your power-stones!~(˘▾˘~)