Chapter 68 Wishing Stone

"What small town with a bit of history doesn't have a few weird stories."

Clark scratched the back of his head and smiled.

"The unusual and strange event of the meteorite rain may have given an opportunity for the rise and spread of strange stories."

"maybe."

Luther did not refute this statement and smiled softly.

I wanted to invest in this tragic genius to conduct vigorous research on meteorites, but it turned out to be a step too late.

But it doesn't matter. Recently, he accidentally discovered an incredible and mysterious object, which may bring him a different surprise.

"Is the 'magic lamp' in fairy tales that can grant all wishes true or false?"

With a flash of his eyes, Luther paused and thought for a while, then said goodbye to the two of them, turned around and left with a smile on his lips.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Your acting skills have improved."

After watching Luther leave, David said slowly.

There was almost no big flaw in Clark's expression just now.

"Of course, it would be better if you didn't add those extra body movements."

Having seen what he wanted to see, David left a suggestion and turned to go home.

Clark was not happy at all when he heard his brother's compliment. The nurse pushed the body out of the ward and prepared to go to the underground morgue for placement. He sighed, feeling a little heavy.

"Meteorite..."

Another person who was victimized by a meteorite.

If he hadn't brought the meteorite, Mr. Hamilton might still be a much-lauded scientist rather than the Frankenstein the town's residents see it as.

Zizzi...kakaka!

Suddenly, bursts of harsh sounds blasted into the lost Clark's ears.

The sounds of medical machines operating, the wheels of the hospital beds being pushed and the friction on the ground, as well as the painful cries of patients and the cries of babies...

All kinds of sounds penetrated into his ears, and his eardrums were hit like drums. The huge noise made him unable to think.

"Ah...my ears."

Clark held his head, staggered back with a painful expression, and sat down on the hospital bench.

"Another...another ability?"

Try to control it, Clark, there's nothing to fear.

It was just another super sensory ability. Clark, who had awakened super vision, had experience. Just like David inspired him last time, he concentrated and kept convincing himself that he could control it.

With careful control, the frenzied deafening sound in my ears gradually became less harsh.

…

Luther Manor.

At night, in a quiet and deserted office.

Under the light, Lex Luthor's eyes were dark and he was caressing an object in his hand.

“An unexpected surprise I discovered last time I went to the Met.”

A cluster of yellow crystals grows on a gray rock base. The base is surrounded by an ancient brass ring, with dense Latin inscriptions engraved on it. It seems to be an ancient handicraft.

However, there is nothing unusual about the materials used, and the age cannot be determined at all. It was added incidentally when the Metropolitan Museum acquired a batch of Egyptian cultural relics. Egyptian cultural relics connoisseurs evaluated it as a modern handicraft not worth a hundred dollars.

It had no exhibition value, so when Luther finished browsing the cultural relics in the Egyptian exhibition area, he saw someone randomly stacking them and a bunch of sundries into the warehouse.

"Is it a fateful encounter?"

During the transportation process by security guards, the crystal stone slipped from the top of the stacked boxes and fell to the ground from a height of more than two meters, but it was intact.

He has a certain ability in jewelry appraisal. Luther was a little surprised that a piece of crystal was not broken after being dropped like that. He stepped forward and picked it up with a gentleman's help, but didn't pay much attention to it and put it back in the hands of the security guard.

"Hold this thing and make a great wish."

Behind the desk, Luther softly read the Latin on the stone copper ring.

At that time, after seeing these eight words, he thought of all the mysteries in the small town.

"It's like the magic lamp in fairy tales that makes people wish, an interesting item."

Luther, who had never believed in such a thing before, bought it on a whim.

After taking it back to the manor, put it on the bookshelf as an interesting handicraft.

Yesterday when I was picking up a book from the bookshelf, I accidentally knocked it off. The crystal stone fell to the ground again, but it was still not damaged at all.

He became interested, and then discovered that this thing was far harder than he imagined.

"Although it is crystal, not even a hammer can break it, nor can a thousand-degree fire cause you to crack."

Luther touched the cold and hard crystal stone in his hand, with a hint of heat in his eyes.

After that, he tried various methods to break it into pieces, but all failed. Not even a trace was left. The strength was beyond imagination.

"It simply doesn't look like a mortal creation."

The computer next to him displayed the latest information that had been sent out not long ago after someone had paid a high price to investigate it, along with photos of ancient stone carvings.

"Four thousand years ago, you appeared in the Indus Valley. In 146 BC, you suddenly appeared in Carthage. In 4 AD, the Kush Empire..."

"Romulus II, after the last emperor of the Western Roman Empire was assassinated, he reluctantly held you tightly before his death..."

Luther's tone was gloomy.

"Mirror, Mirror, tell me, what's your secret?"

He held the stone and uttered a wish-like spell from a fairy tale.

One second or two passed, and nothing happened after that.

Because he had no intention of making a wish, his tone was even mocking.

It is certain that this is a strange object with wonderful magical power, but there are either huge restrictions on making wishes, or there is a huge price.

"Otherwise, Romulus II would have ruled the world till now, right?"

Under the light, Luther, whose face was half hidden in the darkness, sneered, muttering softly with restrained ambition in his eyes.

"Don't worry...I will find out your secret."

He will wait until then to make a wish, but he hasn't decided what to wish for yet.

"Understand all the secrets related to meteorites? Or become a modern Alexander and rule the world?..."

…

A delightful and cozy after dinner.

The sky is full of stars and the cool night breeze blows.

David and Kayla came outside the farm. As the only person in the family who knew Kayla well, his parents asked him to come and give Kayla a gift.

"Thank you for today's events."

After strolling for more than ten meters, David was silent for a while and then spoke.

“Nothing, Naama.

I can do anything for you. "

With brisk steps, Keira's face was filled with light joy.

"You are the destined savior."

"Can you please stop calling me Naamah?"

David frowned slightly and suggested uncomfortably.

He didn't recognize the prophecy. He didn't care much about Keira's name before, but now she has become a friend of the family. Mother Martha and father Jonathan like this heroic and smart girl very much.

“You were up close and personal with Clark.

The Sergei who is predicted to destroy the world in your tribe will definitely not be him. Giving him a girl is enough to make him confused. How to destroy the world? "

It is said that they are stronger than ten people and can shoot fire from their eyes. It is not surprising that aliens are a little different from humans.

As for the coming of the sky fire, it was probably due to the misjudgment of the technologically backward people at that time about the coming and shining light of the spaceship.

"And the savior..."

Helplessness flashed across David's eyes.

At that time, the aborigines probably did not realize what the mainland was, and the world in their eyes was probably only a stretch of ravines.

"sure……"

Keira smiled. She also felt that the name Naama was not very close. Her eyes brightened and she tried to propose it.

"Can I call you David?"

Seeing that David didn't resist, she frowned and brought it up.

"Your brother Clark really has nothing to do with destruction and destruction at this time."

Keira recalled the process of contacting Clark. She was shy and kind, and would be extremely anxious about her family's danger.

"But...even the cruel and cold-blooded crocodile was ignorant and cute when he was first born."

However, she still would not easily think that the prophecy that had been circulated in the tribe for five hundred years was false.

"The bloodthirsty nature of a lion exists in its bones. Even if it resists its fate, it will not be able to make a living by eating grass. Sooner or later, its fangs will be exposed."

David: "..."

…

"Naamah? Sergai?

Destroy the world, me? "

Standing on the attic of the warehouse, watching his brother send off Keira dozens of meters away, Clark, who had just finished eating and secretly practiced controlling his newly emerged abilities, looked stunned.

He just heard something unexpectedly.

David seemed to be talking to Kayla about something strange.

During this period, it seemed that they were talking about what kind of Sergai he was, with his bloodthirsty nature engraved in his bones, and would he destroy the world in the future?

"Just...just joking."

David sent Kayla back and climbed to the attic, which was the best place for stargazing. Clark watched his younger brother coming up from the stairs, his expression moved and he couldn't help but speak.

"David, what were you and Kayla talking about just now?"