Clark apologized to him with a look of unbearable sorrow.
These words were like the fuse that ignited a bomb.
Accompanied by a dull sound.
The Parasitic Demon, having absorbed too much energy, was surrounded by irregular electric arcs and gradually crystallized.
Finally, he looked at Clark in despair, roared, and then exploded on the spot!
The dazzling White light instantly illuminated the entire night.
The moment the explosion occurred, Peter used Super Speed to move in front of Clark, grabbing him and pulling him into his embrace, shielding him with his back.
The Impact generated by the explosion vibrated the surrounding space.
"Boom!"
The Parasitic Demon's body instantly turned to dust with a violent explosion.
After a while, Mark stared blankly at the purple dust scattering in the air and murmured, "Did we win?"
Ignoring the pain and burning sensation from his body, Peter lowered his head and asked Clark, "Clark, are you alright?!"
Clark nodded uneasily, "I'm fine. Is it dead, Professor?"
Peter stroked Clark's head with a complex expression and said, "Yes, it's dead."
This kid is truly a First Born, not afraid of anything, daring to use such a method to deal with the Parasitic Demon, and succeeding!
If the Parasitic Demon hadn't intended to absorb his life force from the beginning, things might have developed in another direction.
He truly has a bit of a protagonist's halo, one must say.
"You shouldn't have been so impulsive, Clark. This method is very dangerous."
"I… I know, Professor."
Clark knew his actions just now were a bit risky.
But when he saw the Parasitic Demon about to attack the injured Professor, he felt for a moment as if he had jumped into the Smallville River again.
The Water was pitch black, bitingly cold, as if a pair of terrifying hands had grabbed him, pulling him forward, dragging him down.
To escape this drowning sensation, he subconsciously did just that.
Clark apologized to Peter with a guilty conscience, "Sorry, Professor, I shouldn't have been so impulsive."
"No, don't apologize, Clark!"
Peter immediately said, "Although it was a bit impulsive, Clark, you did very well!"
"Cough cough.!"
While Peter was talking to Clark, the Martian Manhunter next to him coughed and stood up, "Thank you, Mr. Patrick, Clark, and John. Your courage and wisdom saved me."
If it weren't for the help of the three, he thought he was going to capsize.
Mark asked him curiously, "Mr. Jones, are you really a Federal Agent?"
At this time, the Martian Manhunter was in the image of the Black Earthling John Jones; Mark would not believe he was truly a Federal Agent.
"Actually…"
The Black skin on the Martian Manhunter's body gradually turned green.
The Martian Manhunter, revealing his true form, introduced himself to them, "I am not an Earthling. I am a Martian, the last Martian. My true name is J'onn J'onzz."
Clark and Mark stared in shock at his green skin, and upon hearing him say he was the last Martian, they were stunned on the spot.
Peter, upon hearing his self-introduction, fell into deep thought.
This fellow possesses Super Speed similar to Clark and Mark, plus his character seems quite good.
If he were invited to be a nanny on the farm, he could both protect Mark and Clark and teach and train them in their related Super Speed.
Furthermore, this fellow is a Black Earthling, and if the farm is busy on weekdays, he could also work part-time as a farmer.
Thinking of this, his gaze towards the Martian Manhunter was filled with fervor.
But how could he persuade this fellow to come to his farm as a nanny?
The next day, early morning.
Because of the Parasitic Demon incident, Peter gave Clark and Mark a day off to rest at home.
Clark was somewhat distracted watching TV, and Mark placed a box of popcorn in front of him.
"Where's Professor?"
Clark had little interest in the popcorn and looked up to ask Mark.
"Dad said he's going to hire a nanny, though I don't think we need one."
Mark nonchalantly stuffed popcorn into his mouth and said to Clark, "You look a bit unhappy."
Clark's small face was slightly troubled: "A little, after all, I killed someone yesterday."
"He's not a person, he's an alien creature. Alien creatures don't count as people."
Mark told Clark his opinion, "Don't worry, Clark, you're not a bad kid."
Clark looked at the program about the Hawaii volcano on TV and nodded, "I'm not, and I don't want to be a bad kid."
Mark put down the popcorn, "Nobody likes being a bad kid. Dad said bad kids are like bad apples. People won't allow bad kids to keep growing."
"If people think you're going to grow into a truly 'bad apple,' they'll plan to cut it down before the tree bears fruit. Well, that should be Dad's metaphor, you know, Clark? A metaphor. They think if one day you grow up and become a bad person who will harm others, they will destroy you."
Mark recounted to Clark the alarming words his father had taught him about "not being a bad kid."
Clark asked in surprise, "Is that true?"
I don't know, Mark thought.
But he didn't answer that way; instead, he said seriously, "Of course. But don't worry, if you don't want to become like that, you won't become like that. The script of destiny has never been written in advance."
He racked his brain, recalling what Peter had said to him, "Dad said life leaves room for choice. Unless you truly give up on yourself, you can completely control your destiny."
"Hmm, I want to be a good kid."
"Then be a good kid."
"Will you help me?"
Mark patted his chest, "Of course, I'll help you not become a 'bad bird'."
"Thank you." Clark sincerely thanked Mark.
Mark was a little unaccustomed to such direct sincerity, "Uh… Clark, thank you for saving me and Dad. If you hadn't let the Parasitic Demon explode yesterday, Dad and I might have been in danger."
Just as the two were discussing "good kids and bad kids," with a "creak," the door opened.
A Black Earthling wearing sunglasses pushed the door and entered.
Clark and Mark looked in surprise at John Jones standing at the doorway.
The Martian Manhunter, carrying a suitcase, took off his sunglasses and said to the stunned two, "Good morning, John, Clark."
"Mr. Jones?!"
Mark looked at him in surprise, "Are you… here to work on the farm?"
The Martian Manhunter's expression froze, and his good mood was instantly ruined.
This is truly a bad kid!