"You seem a little anxious, Clark."
Jonathan took off his dust goggles and asked Clark.
"I just think you and Mom should be safe, safety first, right? I can handle this kind of work, I'm very good at it."
"Clark."
Jonathan turned off the noisy cutting machine and exchanged glances with his wife.
"The cutting machine cuts wood, that's normal farm activity, isn't it? Seriously, Clark, what's wrong?"
Jonathan saw Clark frowning, looking preoccupied, and realized his son's mood might not be right.
"I…"
Clark fell silent for a moment, then sat on a pile of grain in the barn and said, "I met an old woman at the nursing home. I know it sounds crazy, but she can see the future."
"What did she tell you?"
His mother, Martha, asked.
"I… I saw that something bad happened to you two, and I'm a little scared."
Clark looked confused. "I don't know what this future I can see means."
"Clark."
Jonathan put down his goggles and said to Clark, "You can't let an old woman fool you with half-baked predictions. She might just be trying to scare you."
"It's more than that. I've seen glimpses of the future in other places too. Pete also said that Ms. Cassandra's predictions are very accurate."
Clark didn't believe the other person was just trying to scare him.
"No one can predict the future, Clark!"
Martha said calmly.
"What if she's right? I have to do something, I won't just stand by and watch it happen."
Clark's tone was filled with anxiety.
"No one can predict the future, and even if she could, she couldn't control it."
Jonathan put his large dust goggles back on and started the cutting machine. "Fate is unpredictable and unchangeable, Clark, you don't have to worry about it."
The harsh grinding sound of the gears resumed in the barn, and Clark's mood became even more agitated.
In the farm's cornfield, Eric faced the clear blue sky and closed his eyes.
His Homelander Template, since his battle with Mr. Parody, had been unsealed to 85% progress.
Not only were his super strength and super speed more powerful, but his senses like sight and hearing had also greatly enhanced.
Most importantly, his flying ability had been completely unsealed.
He opened his eyes, knelt on the ground, and pressed his fists against the earth.
Boom!
After stomping his feet on the ground, his entire body shot forward like a missile.
With a bang, the impact of his landing caused the ground to explode, sending dirt flying outwards.
He used the recoil to launch himself into the air again.
He maintained his balance, guiding his body steadily upwards.
This time, he didn't fall, but shot straight up like a missile launched towards the sky.
The whistling wind rushed past his ears, and the clouds in the clear blue sky rapidly approached.
Feeling the thrill of unrestrained flight, Eric's deeply buried, universal "dream of flight" flared up, and he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, shouting it out loud.
But joy turned to sorrow as he, who had been constantly accelerating but unable to break the sound barrier, suddenly felt an invisible barrier!
His flying speed abruptly slowed, and he began to lose control of his body, then immediately fell uncontrollably from the sky, tumbling.
Meanwhile, in the barn, Jonathan and Martha had just finished cutting wood and walked out, only to witness an astonishing sight.
In the distant sky, a figure was tumbling in mid-air, plummeting down at high speed.
Finally, with a loud bang, he crashed onto the farm's windmill used for generating electricity.
A deafening rumble sounded, and the windmill, over ten meters tall, collapsed instantly as if hit by a missile.
Jonathan and Martha exchanged glances and immediately hurried towards the windmill.
"Cough, cough!"
Coughing, Eric crawled out of the dusty wreckage and saw his father and mother rushing towards him.
Jonathan saw Eric's head emerge, and his face was filled with surprise.
Then he reacted and immediately went to help Eric get out of the wreckage.
"Sorry, Dad, I broke the windmill."
After getting out of the wreckage, Eric apologized to his father.
"No… that's not important, Eric."
Jonathan suppressed the shock in his heart and exchanged glances with Martha, who was also in a daze. "Eric, you… you learned to fly?"
"It seems so, but because I'm not very skilled, there were some problems."
Eric twisted his neck; he had accidentally done a "face-first brake" when he fell, and his joints felt a bit uncomfortable from the impact.
"Eric, you…"
Jonathan didn't know what expression he should make: shock, relief, or pride?
Eric didn't notice his parents' expressions; he was currently reflecting on why he had fallen from the sky.
Taking a deep breath, he stomped his feet hard on the ground and extended his left arm forward.
The next second, his body suddenly shot forward, flying straight at a height of three to four meters above the ground.
The impact force from the high-speed airflow aggressively cut through the surrounding air.
A shockwave was created in the cornfield on the ground by the strong airflow.
The corn stalks were pushed to both sides by the shockwave, all falling down.
In the green ocean, the air current formed by Eric's high-speed flight spread like a ripple on the "surface of the sea."
After flying a certain distance close to the ground, his flight posture changed to a straight upward ascent.
His body transformed into a meteor, instantly disappearing from the Kent couple's sight.
In the clear blue sky, amidst the white clouds, Eric's figure instantly vanished, then reappeared.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Faint, booming, thunderous impacts echoed in the sky.
Those were the sonic boom impacts formed after Eric's speed broke the sound barrier.
Conical clouds formed in the air, then gradually faded and disappeared.
Witnessing the visually impactful scene before them, Jonathan and Martha's hearts remained unsettled for a long time.
Especially his mother, Martha, who covered her mouth.
"Our son can fly in the sky like a bird."
"Yes, it's incredible. He has done something no one else in this world can do."
Jonathan put his arm around his wife's shoulder. "His talent is unmatched, I…"
Jonathan, equally emotional, tried hard to suppress the complex and surging emotions in his heart.
"He has always been our son, hasn't he? Like Clark, he carries our hopes and love for them. I never… never thought our son could achieve such a level. We should be proud of him."
"Yes, Eric is our son, always has been."
Martha suddenly felt an unspeakable sense of loss, as if her son was gradually drifting away from her.
And Jonathan's heart felt a little heavy. What exactly do Eric and Clark bear for this world?!
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