Superman’s Saiyan little brother

"This really makes things a lot easier!" Clark, who had just learned a new skill, seemed somewhat excited, constantly communicating with Robert through telepathy. After all, in Clark's view, this was the first time he acquired a supernatural skill through learning, which was different in significance from the abilities he was born with.

However, Clark did not know that he was able to master telepathy so quickly because his mind was inherently strong, which was also a natural talent Clark was born with...

And no one could guarantee that without Robert providing the techniques, Clark would not be able to master similar abilities.

"Alright, just a few words will do. I'm mentally exhausted now and don't have the energy for a telepathic conversation. I just want to eat quickly!" Robert, who had been harassed by Clark for a long time, finally interrupted Clark, who had found a new toy, in annoyance.

"Sorry, I just wanted to get familiar with this ability. As for the Solar Fist you mentioned earlier, let's talk about it after you've had your fill and we go home!" At this moment, Clark finally noticed Robert's physical and mental exhaustion and felt somewhat guilty as he looked around at the crowd. He realized something.

Being the older brother, why did it always seem that whether it was the Solar Fist or hypnosis, Robert had to bail him out?

Thinking this, Clark's expression became serious. He resolved to properly develop and master his abilities so that situations like today would not happen again!

Robert, along with the determined Clark, followed the crowd into the city. They found a place and celebrated their survival from the disaster, also expressing their gratitude to the Kent family.

Robert didn't talk much, his mind fully focused on eating. This made the people around him admire Robert, the "Big Eater of Kansas City," for not being famous for nothing...

What Robert and Clark didn't know was that when Clark had shown his might and rescued Jonathan from the tornado, in the depths of a textile factory, a loom suddenly started weaving frantically.

This loom, known as the Loom of Fate, was the most important treasure of an assassin organization called the Brotherhood, the foundation of its existence.

The Brotherhood, since ancient times, adhered to a creed of seeking violent order in chaos, assassinating countless people with a philosophy of using violence to curb violence. The Loom of Fate would weave out the names of targets that needed to be eliminated, and members of the Brotherhood would carry out assassinations according to the list.

The members of the Brotherhood didn't consider this a cruel act. They believed they were following God's guidance, thinking that killing one person was to save thousands. They saw their actions as righteous, viewing themselves as God's executioners on earth!

However, these were things of the past. Recently, the Brotherhood's leader, Sloan, gradually abandoned this principle because he could no longer stand other assassin organizations living in luxury and indulgence, while he, as a leader of the Brotherhood, had to adhere to those old rules and act according to the directions of a loom! Sloan: Have I not suffered enough in my life to deserve some enjoyment? Thus, Sloan altered the information conveyed by the Loom of Fate. Since the loom was responsible for providing direction and previous leaders were responsible for interpreting and conveying it, this gave Sloan room to maneuver...

But, ever since Sloan first altered the information from the Loom of Fate, his own name appeared on it, causing Sloan great fear and anxiety, worried his subordinates would discover this.

Especially since the Loom of Fate seemed to be angry, continuously displaying Sloan's name as if determined to doom him to death.

"It's ringing again? Damn it! A broken machine, hmm?" Sloan walked over to the Loom of Fate, cursing under his breath, then sharply noticed something was wrong. The code formed by the loom's threads was entirely different from his name, even longer than before! "This is? A new name? Has the Loom of Fate forgiven me? Pah! I was scared by a broken machine, why do I need its forgiveness?!" Sloan instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, then muttered in dissatisfaction, pulling out an old codebook to decode the new information from the Loom of Fate. Sloan also wanted to know, who could have made the Loom of Fate give up on continuing to target his name...

"Clark Kent, if he does not die, he is destined to become a god!" Soon, Sloan decoded the information from the Loom of Fate. But after translating, he was stunned, as this was the first time the Loom of Fate's message included information beyond a name.

"Why is this happening? Is it because I previously altered the Loom of Fate's information, causing this anomaly? But what does 'destined to become a god' mean?" Sloan's eyes flickered with confusion, but such matters, the Loom of Fate would never explain.

Therefore, after pondering for a moment, Sloan chose not to dwell on it anymore and decided to notify his subordinates.

"The matter of me altering the Loom of Fate's information, others won't notice, but Carlos might suspect me lately. This can be a good distraction..." A thought flashed through Sloan's mind as he waited for his subordinates to arrive, then relayed the Loom of Fate's new command.

"If he does not die, he is destined to become a god?" Indeed, Carlos, the Brotherhood's top assassin, was the first to question, "The Loom of Fate has never given such a message before. Are you sure there's no mistake?"

"Carlos, you should not question the Loom of Fate, nor should you question Sloan. Everything is guided by God. Are you intending to abandon our faith?" Before Sloan could speak, Fox, standing beside him, questioned Carlos with a stern look.

Even though Carlos was the Brotherhood's top assassin, Fox, the top female assassin, believed she was no less capable than Carlos. If Carlos dared to abandon their faith, she would make him regret it for life! "Hehe, I have not abandoned our faith..." Carlos chuckled without intending to argue with Fox, sensing Sloan's abnormality, but he lacked sufficient evidence. It wasn't time to turn the tables yet.

"This is a special message from the Loom of Fate, and undoubtedly a most crucial moment. Although I do not understand what 'destined to become a god' means, there can only be one God, all others must be false gods. Perhaps this is why the Loom of Fate issued this message!" Sloan glanced at Carlos, then said with a solemn expression.

"An existence that is suspected to be a false god must be very dangerous. For this operation, I decide to have both Fox and Carlos take action together. Find this false god and eliminate him! To kill one is to save thousands!"

"To kill one! To save thousands!" Fox declared solemnly.

"To kill one, to save thousands..." Carlos looked deeply at Sloan, as if he had made a decision.