Chapter 71: I Want to Become a Goddess (Two-in-One)
"Teacher Agnes, Teacher Ag..."
Agnes refused the flock of male school teachers who crowded around to ask her out. Wearing sunglasses, she drove her beautiful red Mustang out of the campus gates. One teacher, undeterred by rejection, chased after her car with two concert tickets, trying to pester her.
She completely ignored them as her car drove onto the town's streets, the wind blowing through her fiery orange hair.
She steered with one hand on the wheel, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.
"I didn't come back to town to date a bunch of high school teachers who can't even afford a detached house."
There was only one man in the entire town who caught her eye – Lex Luthor, the billionaire heir.
Agnes's eyes lit up with desire as she drove towards Luthor Manor.
"I hope this Lex Luthor can bring me some surprises. I wonder what priceless treasures are in his vault."
She was getting impatient, stepping on the accelerator.
...
Luthor sat behind his desk, his expression grim as he pondered matters.
Marshall had been promoted to bodyguard captain, but before noon, something terrible had happened to him. A team member, jealous of his promotion, had leaked embarrassing photos of him.
Photos of him at a bar with others, drunk and embracing a dirty toilet bowl, kissing and touching it.
"Marshall, who is obsessed with his reputation, is immersed in the joy of becoming captain and doesn't know he's already become the laughingstock of others."
"Was it a coincidence, or a price?"
Luthor was not a considerate boss. He only cared if this was an isolated incident or... if everyone who made a wish with a Wishing Stone would suffer misfortune.
He clasped his hands under his chin, his gaze dark.
Smack!
The study door was pushed open.
"Who are you?"
A stunning woman in a pink miniskirt walked in, looking around as if inspecting her new home. She ignored Luthor and commented with dissatisfaction.
"The decor style is too old-fashioned.
Even though this is a castle, I didn't expect a person rumored to be a profligate rich second-generation to have this style in his study."
"Who are you?
Marshall, I pay you hundreds of thousands a month, not so you can let just anyone walk in."
His thoughts interrupted, Luthor's icy gaze fell on the bodyguards outside the door, signaling them to act.
No matter what means this woman, dressed like a bar dancer, used to trick them into letting her in, he wanted her out immediately.
"Boss, we advise you to be polite to Miss Agnes!"
Marshall and the others looked at Agnes with such deep affection that they wished they could melt her, as if she were the goddess of love and beauty descended upon earth, the embodiment of all that was good. Hearing Luthor, they were deeply displeased. How could Luthor be rude to a goddess!
"You don't seem to like me?"
Agnes sat on the solid wood desk, her fiery body positioned above, lowering her beautiful face. A playful smile flickered in her eyes as she looked at Luthor seated in his chair.
"Madam, I'd like to remind you, there's a difference between being sexy and being promiscuous."
The bodyguards' reaction made him frown. He turned to the woman before him, a flicker of disgust crossing Luthor's face as he sneered.
"Is that so?"
Agnes chuckled dismissively.
"You misunderstand. I can make men die for me with just a flick of my finger. I don't need to sell myself."
She smiled seductively like a succubus, exhaling a fragrant breath.
The scent was a bit too strong, like cheap cream, cloyingly sweet and making one want to stay away.
Under the influence of the fragrance, Luthor swayed his head. Looking at the woman before him again, he felt she was perfect from head to toe, a masterpiece of God's creation. His mouth felt dry.
"I..."
His heart, cold and hard as iron, wavered. He opened his mouth, intending to apologize for his earlier impolite words, but instinctively felt something was wrong and frowned.
"However... for you, I'm willing to make an exception."
The smile in Agnes's eyes paused for a moment, but she calmly continued, leaning down to kiss Luthor's lips.
Luthor, unaccustomed to it, tried to pull away, but soon found himself enjoying the softness of her lips. As their sweet saliva mingled, he opened his eyes again, filled with deep affection, as if the woman before him was his everything.
"Miss, may I know your name."
His heart burning, he was no longer the usual Lex Luthor. He elegantly and gallantly took Agnes's hand and kissed her passionately.
"I don't want to not know the name of the woman I dream of marrying."
"Of course."
Seeing that she had captured Luthor with her ability, and would be safe for at least a while, Agnes smiled softly.
"However, before that, to prove your sincerity.
Can you show me the most precious treasure you possess?"
"Close the door, all of you, get out."
Luthor ordered his bodyguards to leave, but a few of them were disobedient. It was only when Agnes spoke that they departed.
Closing the door, he carefully retrieved the Wishing Stone from a small safe in his desk.
"What is this?"
"A statue made from a whole yellow gemstone?"
Agnes exclaimed, marveling at the yellow gemstone larger than her palm.
She wondered why the crystal seemed a bit cloudy.
"No, its material is just citrine, but this is my treasure. It can grant your wish."
Drawing the curtains, Luthor acted mysteriously, caressing the treasure in his hand and lowering his voice as if afraid someone would overhear and snatch his treasure away.
"???"
Agnes looked at the dusty yellow crystal stone at the base, then back at Luthor, her expression freezing in surprise.
"You... you're joking?"
He wanted to show her his sense of humor.
"No, it's real."
Luthor's expression was incredibly serious.
...
Summer arrived, and the weather became rather hot. Martha sat in front of the electric fan, calculating bills, feeling listless from the heat.
"Dear, would you like a cold soda?"
From the sweltering farm outside, Jonathan returned from a morning of work, still refreshed and with seemingly endless energy. He took off his gloves, opened the refrigerator, and winked at his wife.
"I don't understand."
Sweat trickled down Martha's neck. She wiped it away, her face filled with confusion.
"Our cows outside are lying on the ground from the heat, how can you be perfectly fine?"
"Perhaps it's the effect of that... factor?"
Jonathan smiled and handed his wife a bottle of ice water. Martha took it with a sigh, placing it on her forehead. She planned to use the remaining half-bottle of strange liquid metal her son had left her that afternoon.
She hesitated about immortality, unsure if she could bear watching her friends pass away one by one. However, the prospect of not fearing the heat and having boundless energy in the summer truly tempted her.
"Hi, we're back."
David opened the door and greeted their parents.
Martha glanced at them. Both her sons were also full of vigor. As usual, she asked her sons about their day before preparing lunch.
"David, Clark, how was school today?"
"Everything was fine, except for the fire in biology class."
David took a bottle of ice soda from the refrigerator and took a refreshing gulp.
"A fire? What happened?"
Hearing about the fire, the couple immediately put down what they were doing and paid attention.
"You should ask Clark about that."
At first, he didn't connect the small flame to Clark. Later, he realized something was amiss and only found out it was him after asking Clark.
Clark was gradually awakening one of the signature abilities of a Kryptonian – Heat Vision.
"What does this have to do with your brother?" the couple asked, not quite understanding.
"That fire might have been caused by me."
Clark scratched his head, finding it difficult to explain.
"My eyes got hot at first, and then the spot I was staring at erupted in a small flame."
"Staring? Was there a reason?"
It sounded a bit dangerous, and the couple wanted to find out why Clark had activated his ability.
"The new teacher, Agnes, is really lucky that Clark looked away and didn't keep staring at her with wide eyes."
David said teasingly.
"Otherwise, the classmates might have been traumatized in class, and the school would have had to find another biology teacher."
"A female biology teacher?"
"Cough, cough, yes... yes."
Clark muffled his voice indistinctly, glaring at his brother who had completely sold him out.
The couple was momentarily speechless, exchanging a glance. They didn't know what to say about this matter.
"Don't glare at me like that."
David pretended to be scared and teased.
"Don't forget, you're different from others. Your eyes can kill people!"
His parents quickly stepped in front of David, waving their hands frantically, "Clark, control your emotions."
"Don't worry, Mom and Dad.
Teacher Agnes isn't here now."
David said with a smile. His parents had forgotten his abilities again.
"It's different from before. I've found a trick to control my abilities."
Not long ago, he had easily controlled his sudden super-hearing. Clark was very confident about this and emphasized it angrily.
However, for various reasons, he hadn't told anyone in his family about this matter.
"Oh?"
"Alright, it was thanks to your inspiration."
Seeing his brother raise an eyebrow, Clark was a bit deflated. He couldn't deny or erase his brother's contribution.
"As long as I don't resist the newly emerged ability, and treat it as a problem or a sign of strangeness.
When I control it with my heart, I find it much easier than I imagined."
"Sounds like a good thing?"
Jonathan and Martha felt that their elder son seemed a little different, as if a part of the shackles in his heart had been removed. It seemed worth celebrating.
"Let's have a big meal together at noon," Mother Martha suggested with a smile.
At the dinner table, a sumptuous lunch.
Sweet roasted pumpkin, pine nut catfish with a mix of meat and vegetables, and large chunks of beef stewed with potatoes…
As the family ate, a news report suddenly came on the television. The anchor reported with a serious expression.
"Metropolis Noon News is reporting that the bank vault in Smallville town was mysteriously robbed yesterday. No signs of forced entry or tunnel digging were found at the scene. A large quantity of valuable jewelry and gold bars stored in the vault have disappeared. Now, let's watch our reporter's interview with Officer Bob…"
The three of them paused their eating, their attention caught by the bizarre news related to their town.
On television, Officer Bob, familiar to the town's residents, led the reporter and cameraman to observe the scene. After a series of confused analyses, he couldn't come up with much useful information.
There was only one unreliable conclusion: based on the footprints found at the scene, the group of thieves who committed this shocking crime seemed to have no physical form, appearing in the vault out of thin air by passing through walls, and then leaving with the jewelry and gold bars also by passing through walls.
"Could it be a metahuman?"
The family members speculated.
However, since it was just a theft case with no one injured, none of them took it too seriously.
...
After eating, Clark went outside to practice. From scarecrows and wooden fence posts to the water trough for feeding cattle.
Indeed, he easily controlled his heat vision, melting stones. He could even control the new ability to continuously heat the plastic water trough without melting it.
Seeing Clark use his abilities as naturally as breathing or fish swimming, David raised an eyebrow, greatly surprised.
"It seems like Mother won't have to bother heating milk every morning anymore."
Normally, Superman shouldn't have mastered his abilities so easily during his growth. Had he caused some changes?
"Can't you do it too?"
After ensuring his abilities were under control and wouldn't accidentally harm others, Clark smiled.
He had seen David fire energy rays from his eyes, evaporating the Lazarus Pit.
"By the way, where did you get all that strange knowledge?"
Recalling things like the Lazarus Pit and the Dionysus Factor, Clark looked curious.
"Didn't I already tell you once?"
"A magician's diary I found by chance in Gotham?"
Clark remembered the explanation his brother had given their parents. He touched his chin with a puzzled expression.
"But do magicians really exist in this world?"
"If aliens can exist in this world, why can't magicians?"
David retorted with a glance, and Clark was momentarily speechless.
His parents, Jonathan and Martha, accepted this reason quite easily. After all, things that could cure all diseases and bring the dead back to life sounded very magical.
...
"You're saying this stone can really grant wishes?"
With a clang, clang, clang of hammers and chisels, no mark was left on the stone. Agnes shook her hand, which was sore from the impact. Her eyes were burning with desire, looking at the stone as if it were the greatest treasure in the world, caressing it as if she were stroking a lover's face.
She couldn't believe such a magical item existed in the world, like Aladdin's Magic Lamp from fairy tales.
"How do I make a wish, do I rub it with my hand?"
Agnes asked impatiently.
"No, just hold it and make a wish.
But I haven't figured out its limitations yet."
Luther, who had gained powers and fallen deeply in love with Agnes, said truthfully with a smile, revealing his findings.
"And also..."
He wanted to say there might be side effects.
"We'll know if we try."
But Agnes, who only saw Luther as a slave and was burning with desire, couldn't wait another second.
She thought that with this item, there would be nothing she couldn't obtain.
"If you put this stone in front of anyone, they probably wouldn't be able to stay calm. Even the President would go crazy for it."
"I want to become a true goddess, just like Aphrodite from Greek mythology!"
Holding the stone, Agnes immediately and excitedly wished to become the goddess of love and beauty.
After she finished her wish, there was silence in the air. Nothing seemed to have happened. There was no dazzling holy light like she imagined, no little angels playing heavenly music, not even a flicker or tremor from the stone.
But the next second, she felt her body undergoing some changes.
...
"Clark, I remember warning you to stay away from Lana."
That evening after school, at the farm entrance, as they got off the school bus.
Waving goodbye to Chloe and Pete, David and Clark were about to head home when a cold, angry voice suddenly rang out. A figure slowly emerged from the shadows under the streetlight, hands in his pockets, blocking their path.
"But it seems you didn't listen to me at all!"
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