What's wrong with Superman's brother wanting to be Homelander?

Chapter 42: 1

It's a holiday, Friday.

7:45 a.m.

The school bus that takes students to school arrived at the farm on time.

The Kent brothers and Rachel got into the school bus one after the other.

"Hey……"

A tall, young man with obvious Latino features stopped Rachel.

Tattooed arms, full beard.

He looks very mature, but he's actually just an eighth-grade student.

Strictly speaking, he is even a minor who is still in puberty.

The other person walked up to Rachel with a reserved expression, extending an arm covered in large tattoos: "My name is Emilio. You're so beautiful. Did you just transfer to Smallville High School? Can we get to know each other?"

While speaking, the other person even showed off their newly applied tattoo.

That was a Stitch.

But it looks more like a drunken blue monkey.

"I'm sorry," Rachel frowned, shook her head, and said, "I have a phobia of tattoos."

The black-robed men who were tracking him all had strange tattoos on their bodies, which still makes her involuntarily tense up whenever she sees tattoos.

This young Latino man clearly didn't expect to be rejected for such a reason.

This was something he couldn't handle.

Staring blankly at his heavily tattooed arm, he couldn't help but rage, "That damned profiteer! He said no girl could resist this design, it's all a lie..."

"Her charm is always so great!" Pete exclaimed, a look of utter admiration on his face beside Chloe.

"Ugh, you pervert, stay away from me." Chloe was disgusted by Pete's expression.

But she couldn't help but steal a glance at Rachel sitting in the last row, and then touched her own face.

He looked dejected at the end.

She had to admit it.

She was indeed very beautiful; even as a woman, I couldn't help but feel amazed.

Especially her delicate, snow-white skin, so white that not a single pore could be seen... She felt that few men could resist such temptation.

With a girl like that by his side, Lucas was even less likely to be interested in him.

Thinking about this made Chloe even more frustrated, and she couldn't help but lament her unrequited love that was about to end before it even began.

Lucas paid no attention to this unexpected little incident.

At that moment, several text prompts suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

[Currently ranked first in the cumulative age-level exams: 100/100.]

[Reward: Trait "Predestined Wisdom" (Already Acquired).]

[Pre-existing Brilliance: Your brain believes it must match your superpowers and begins to evolve proactively. Your brain cells are comprehensively enhanced, and your thinking and wisdom will increase with every thought, until you reach the pinnacle of carbon-based life.]

"It's done!"

A flicker of surprise crossed Lucas's mind.

Surprisingly, those teachers were quite diligent; they finished grading the papers early in the morning.

This characteristic is not difficult to understand.

It means that one's intelligence is comprehensively improved, enabling one to evolve from a poor student to a top student, or even a genius.

Lucas carefully examined the brain.

They immediately noticed the difference from before.

My thinking has become clearer, more accurate, and more fluent. Even a small thing from a long time ago can be displayed in front of me like a movie scene as soon as I think about it, perfectly restoring the whole situation at that time.

"What is the weakness of the DC God?!"

He tried to think about it.

Then I felt a slight pain in my brain.

This question is clearly a bit beyond the scope of the curriculum.

Lucas rubbed his head, cleared his mind, and after a while, a sense of clarity returned, forcing him to remind himself to act within his limits.

At the end of the day's classes, Lucas did not go to the football training field as usual, but went straight out of the school.

We walked onto a deserted path.

He immediately took off running at full speed.

A strong wind blew, and the surrounding scenery rushed past.

In less than half an hour, Lucas saw the rusty metal road sign of Hawkins.

Compared to Smallville, Hawkins looks significantly older.

He didn't know where Eleven was, but someone else should.

……

Hawkins Police Department.

Lucas pushed open the door and entered.

The receptionist was a young policewoman in her twenties, slim with long, wavy hair, but her appearance was somewhat harsh.

He was leaning against the table, bored out of his mind, twirling his pen absentmindedly, passing the time during his monotonous and leisurely shift.

Upon seeing Lucas walk in, the policewoman was taken aback at first, then her gaze immediately became fixed on him as if welded to him.

She subconsciously adjusted her wavy hair, then secretly pursed her lips, immediately flashing a bright smile: "Hello, how can I help you?"

The other person casually moved his upper body closer to Lucas.

A pungent perfume scent immediately filled his nostrils.

"I'm a seventh-grade student, and I'd like to see Sheriff Hope." Lucas frowned almost imperceptibly.

"You're still a student?" The policewoman's focus was clearly misplaced.

Looking at the slightly youthful appearance on that handsome face, which resembled an ancient Greek statue, the policewoman sighed and finally slumped back down in dejection.

However, the other person's tone remained gentle: "You're looking for Sheriff Hope, but he's not at the police station right now. As for where he is, I don't know either."

"Okay, thank you."

Lucas was somewhat disappointed.

"Don't be shy, handsome young man. Come again anytime!"

This happened shortly after Lucas left the Hawkins Police Department.

A thin, white male walked in: "I need to see Sheriff Hope."

"What do you want with Sheriff Hope?"

The policewoman's face immediately fell, and she spoke in a tone as if everyone owed her money.

"What? You actually have the nerve to ask if my wallet has been found yet? Damn it, are you guys trying to make me starve next month?!"

...

...

I left the police station.

Lucas immediately activated [Divine Insight].

Then walk along the main street in the center of the town.

Since we can't find out where they are, we'll have to resort to this clumsy method.

Fortunately, Hawkins is not a large town.

It's about 6 miles away, with a population of around 20,000 to 30,000. You can easily explore the whole town by bicycle.

Along the way, Lucas did not find Jim Hopper, but he did spot several other unexpected figures.

It was in front of a house.

Several teenagers were gathered together, with a few old-fashioned bicycles nearby.

The boy in the lead had messy, curly brown hair and a somewhat thin build.

The one on the left is slightly chubby with a round face, while the one to the left is a dark-skinned man whose skin tone is no less than that of Pete.

"Max just wants to join us, Mike. There's no need to target her. We all miss Eleven, okay?"

Dustin rubbed his chubby face.

"Okay? She's new here! Our team isn't just for anyone!"

"I don't want her to join, that's it. This isn't a democratic vote!"

"Mike, you'd better be polite to her," the dark-skinned boy said helplessly.

"How dare you say that? You only care about Max now, not us!" Mike said angrily.