Byproduct of the Meteorite

"They all said I was driven mad by nearly dying in a meteor shower in the sky and had my flying license revoked.

But I didn't. I'm sure there was a spaceship at the center of that meteor shower, even though it was so small it could only carry a baby!

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

As Lex Luthor was investigating everything related to the meteors, he accidentally found that guy. Recounting the past that had ruined him, the man, reeking of alcohol and waving his bottle, spoke excitedly.

If magic and genetic mutations exist in this world, why can't aliens?

Lex Luthor assembled a star-studded team of experts from around the world, including but not limited to medicine, psychology, interrogation, and hypnosis.

All to evaluate a drunkard who now lived in a leaky shack, was perpetually drunk, and impoverished. Their conclusion was that there was a greater than 98% chance he wasn't lying.

Whether to unravel the mystery of the meteors or to investigate if aliens had crashed on Earth over a decade ago, he had to get his hands on this man.

Lex Luthor stared intently at the figure in the red cape on the screen, like a hunter spotting an intruder in his territory, eyeing his shotgun.

In a canister on the wall sat a Green Iron Armor equipped with various high-tech features.

This was the result of him acquiring a brain with immense scientific talent and his efforts over this period.

However, this was a last resort.

"When do those in power personally get involved in a brawl with beasts?"

Lex Luthor made a phone call.

His plan needed some assistance, and he needed someone to take the brunt of it.

The contact's name was Sam Lane, with the titles General and Congressman listed below.

"General Lane, I heard the military has been tracking and attempting to capture a special 'living specimen' recently?

Perhaps I can be of some assistance."

A cold smile played on his lips. His words were humble, but his tone conveyed an unshakeable confidence, as if the other party were already within his grasp.

...

"Wh-what do you mean?"

Clark was slightly panicked when David said he had a weakness even after the meteors disappeared. That feeling of weakness and discomfort, he wouldn't want to experience it even once more if he could help it.

"You can move freely in an extremely short amount of time.

It's because you have super-hearing, just like your super-vision, right?"

Clark didn't mention when he developed super-hearing, but David had guessed it when he saw Clark could move as normally as anyone else in a very short period.

He just didn't know Clark's intentions for still hiding this fact. Was it to guard against him, to prevent him from killing people in secret?

"Yes."

Clark paused for a moment before nodding.

"No matter how good your hearing is, it can't replace your eyes.

There will always be places your hearing can't reach."

"But... brother, if I wanted to, my hearing could even monitor events on the other side of this country. My brain can easily distinguish thousands of sounds in an instant."

David waved his hand, stopping Clark.

He understood the power of a Kryptonian, especially the potential of a Kryptonian's son, even better than Clark himself.

But that didn't stop Superman from often getting into trouble and nearly losing his life in the comics.

Superman, with his perfect vision, was already like this. Not to mention he was now disabled and had such a significant weakness.

"If you rely too much on your hearing, once the enemy discovers it, they'll target that specific aspect, like sonic weapons..." David shook his head.

"Get more sun. It won't hurt you."

Everything had its pros and cons. Overly sensitive hearing could sometimes lead to terrible drawbacks. Superman in the comics was attacked based on his hearing multiple times.

"I will."

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

He thought that as long as there were no meteors, he had nothing to fear. Besides super-hearing, he also had super-speed. Sound was as slow as a turtle in front of him.

He could easily escape several kilometers in an instant.

He was still more wary of the meteors' restraint. But his brother had just returned home, and Clark didn't want to argue about this.

"And..."

"And what?"

Seeing David hesitate slightly, Clark wondered if he had any other weaknesses.

Superman had quite a few weaknesses, such as red sunlight causing him to lose his powers. But under normal circumstances, no one would attack him with red sunlight weapons, especially since this planet didn't even know what a Kryptonian was yet.

What David wanted to talk about was still the meteors. He paused and posed a question.

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

"I don't think so."

Clark scratched the back of his neck in response to the sudden question.

Suddenly, he realized something, his blind eyes widening. His powerful memory allowed him to recall events from over a month ago.

"I remember losing control. I wished for all the meteorites that could weaken me to disappear."

"Could it be…"

Recalling his wish precisely, a grim expression crossed Clark's face. He had nearly lost what was most precious to him for that wish and paid a considerable price.

"That's right."

David slowly pulled a test tube from his pocket.

It was a transparent glass test tube containing a green fluorescent liquid.

"The meteorites are gone, but there are still things that can counteract your abilities."

"Ah…"

His body's strength was rapidly drained, and Clark stumbled back, clutching the railing.

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

Although not as intense as before, the all-too-familiar weakness, accompanied by uncomfortable symptoms, left him with less than a tenth of his strength.

[Shock from Clark +206…]

"A byproduct of the meteorites."

Clark's strength seemed to have increased during his time as a hero, David said, shaking the test tube in his hand.

This was the finished product he made after obtaining the formula for the meteorite solution that granted the ability to phase.

When Clark had wished for the meteorites to disappear, his entire collection of meteorites gathered over many years had vanished, leaving only a few tubes of this solution.

The contents of this test tube, undeniably, were not stones and were thus bypassed by the Wishing Stone.

"Where did this come from?"

After shaking it a couple of times, David put it away, not wanting Clark to suffer further. Clark straightened up, gasping for air like a vampire no longer exposed to ultraviolet light, gradually regaining some strength.

"That's not important.

What's important is that when this batch of clearly special meteorites arrived on Earth.

Many laboratories took samples and researched it."

David had discovered this long ago but hadn't told Clark for some reason. Seeing the Son of Krypton becoming a bit careless, he decided to show him the test tube and make him aware of this possibility.

He didn't want to see a future news headline about Superman, the Man of Steel, being accidentally shot and killed by a robber during a lab heist.

"The meteorites are gone, but some byproducts born from their research might still exist.

Although the chance of you encountering them is slim, it's not zero."

David reminded him with a hint of seriousness.

The third chapter will be released early tomorrow morning. You can go to sleep now and read it when you wake up.

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