As the ring vanished, the surge of evil within Clark quickly dissipated, and the ferocity on his face faded away.

After a few seconds of confusion and bewilderment, panic set in.

“What… what have I done?”

Although it was still pitch black before his eyes, it didn’t hinder the now-normal Clark from flipping through his memories, recalling his poor attitude towards his parents, his rude words to his brother, and even coming to blows.

“And those hurtful words…”

David let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing their eldest son return to normal, Jonathan and Martha hurried over.

“Son, are you alright?”

The couple embraced Clark with urgency and concern, asking David.

“It’s fine.”

Jonathan looked his younger son up and down; indeed, from start to finish, not a single piece of clothing on him was torn.

In contrast, the elder son’s upper garments were nearly blasted to shreds, his eyes swollen like rotten peaches, tears streaming down from the irritation, looking utterly disheveled.

“Dad, Mom, David, I’m sorry.”

Clark heard the familiar heartbeat, hugged his parents, and a sense of calm washed over him due to his blindness. He expressed his sorrow and regret for his actions and words.

“It’s okay, child.

We all know that wasn’t you.”

Martha comforted her eldest son, stopping his confession.

“Clark, what happened?”

Jonathan inquired about the cause of the incident.

“It was that ring… that ring…”

Clark only knew it was the ring’s fault; as soon as he put it on, he went mad, his normal consciousness suppressed, as if he had a split personality, but he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason.

“It must be the meteorite.”

David walked over slowly and took over the conversation.

“Other than the meteorite that accompanied Clark to Earth, I can’t think of any other reason that could affect him.”

“But…” Jonathan wanted to say that meteorites are all green, aren’t they?

However, just because he hadn’t seen it before didn’t mean it didn’t exist.

Now it seemed that green meteorites affected Clark’s physiology, while red meteorites affected his psyche?

“David, I’m sorry.”

Like a child who had caused trouble, Clark kept apologizing as he heard David approach.

“It’s fine, it wasn’t me who got hurt.”

David said so, but his brow was still furrowed.

Not angry at Clark’s actions.

“Clark made a wish, I wonder what the price will be.”

“My eyes…”

Clark could barely open his swollen eyes, which were like rotten peaches, and see blurry shapes, but as the sunlight shone and the injuries subsided, the swelling around his eyes went down, and his vision turned pitch black.

He reached out frantically, feeling around.

“Clark, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t see anymore.”

“Did your brother hit too hard?” The couple exchanged a glance, a bit panicked.

David frowned.

His energy rays could melt others’ eyeballs, but they couldn’t so easily cause severe damage to Clark’s eyes.

And it was daytime.

“No…”

Clark remembered something, opened his eyes now clouded with a gray haze, moved his lips, and a strange calmness settled on his face, as if he felt at peace after being punished for a wrongdoing.

“This is the price of my wish.”

As the price for his wish, his sight had been taken away.

“What?”

Seeing their son’s gray eyes, Jonathan and his wife were shocked, struggling to accept: “Could it be, Clark, that you will be permanently blind?”

“Perhaps this is already the best outcome.”

Clark stroked his mother’s cold hand, comforting her. Although he felt somewhat unsettled about his blindness, he smiled at his family.

He was worried that his reckless actions would cause the Wish Stone to exact its price from his parents and brother.

“If it’s just my eyes, it’s not so unacceptable.”

“It shouldn’t be permanent.”

David furrowed his brow, reminding him.

The source of the Wish Stone was the Greek god of lies; if it were King Zeus, perhaps his power would surpass that of the regular Superman.

But other deities, most likely didn’t have the ability to permanently take away Clark’s gifts.

“It’s okay, David.

I still have my ears.”

The once infallible remedy of basking in the sun to heal injuries didn’t work this time, and Clark thought his brother was just comforting him.

He had lost one sense, but he still had super hearing.

“Just give me some time, and I’ll be like a normal person.”

It wouldn’t affect his life too much.

…

As usual, David cleaned up the traces left by the battle, ensuring no exposure.

Clark was as he said, although not adept, but in just two or three days, he appeared no different from a normal person, except for the sunglasses and the guide cane he wore, almost no one could tell he was blind.

Even his life wasn’t too greatly affected.

A week later, the two of them finished their exams smoothly, their grades not exceptionally top-notch, but merely outstanding among their peers.

If they wanted to do better, it wouldn’t take any effort for them, but it wasn’t necessary, as it would attract too much attention.

“These grades are good.”

At home, in front of the computer screen, Jonathan looked at his sons’ report cards, his face showing a hint of pride, nodding in satisfaction.

“I know if you were after money, you could easily become sports stars and earn tens of millions a year.

Hmm, much more capable than this farmer who can only tinker with farm tools.”

In the end, he nodded seriously, jokingly.

“Sons, what are your plans for the holidays?”

Martha, with a beaming smile on her face, gently asked her two sons. Regardless of other aspects, in terms of studies, her sons had never caused her and Jonathan any worry.

As for college life, the couple always believed it wouldn’t be a problem for their two sons.

It was just a change of scenery for school; both sons had chosen Metropolis State University, not far from Smallville. For an ordinary person, it wouldn’t take an hour by bicycle, almost right at their doorstep.

At most, their sons’ college life might encounter some youthful troubles; at eighteen, it seemed they should also start dating.

“Chloe is going to be an intern reporter at the Daily Planet in Metropolis over the holidays, and she wants to recruit me as her assistant.”

Clark remembered what Chloe had told him before.

“A reporter?”David raised an eyebrow. Clark was already coming into contact with the work of a reporter who would later hide his identity. It seemed their connection ran deep?

“What’s wrong?”

“Although I’ve lost my sight, I assure you I’ve become more attuned to listening.”

Clark thought his younger brother felt he wasn’t suited for the job and chuckled.

Losing his sight had given him a deeper understanding of vulnerable groups he had never paid much attention to before.

“Think about the past, how much I resisted my own transcendent gifts…”

He shook his head as he spoke.

Compared to those born with disabilities, his troubles seemed insignificant.

“Perhaps, as father said, God has bestowed upon me a unique talent, and I need to learn to accept it… even to use it to do something.”

Clark murmured softly, a hint of maturity and seriousness flashing across his face.

Hearing his tone, David looked surprised.

“It seems that this temporary blindness, lasting only a few days, has brought Clark closer to the path of the Son of Tomorrow.”

Although Clark had always been kind, he was still in high school, preoccupied with his own campus troubles, and hadn’t thought much about actively helping others. Was he now truly empathizing?

“Do you want to be a masked vigilante like Batman of Gotham?”

He pondered what it would be like if Clark, in his current state, started fighting crime in Metropolis—a super-enhanced version of Daredevil?

“I can’t say for sure, I haven’t decided yet.”

Clark scratched his head.

He was still hesitant about becoming a vigilante, exposing his extraordinary abilities to the public eye. He feared it might bring trouble to his family, but who could say about the future.

After all, people’s thoughts can change.

“What about you?”

Clark turned his head towards the direction where his brother was sitting and asked.

“Me?

I might go traveling.”

David looked out the window, towards the blue sky and fluffy clouds, his gaze stretching over the mountains to the distant horizon.

“Traveling?”

【Template has merged 59%】

“If I can cause an emotional stir in a transcendent race at all times because of me, my ability to merge should advance by leaps and bounds!”

There are at least a few thousand, if not tens of thousands, of Amazonian Warriors on Paradise Island, and there are more than one transcendent race on Earth, such as the underwater denizens of Atlantis…