pertwk Chapter 2: Is this how they start acting like humans?
Chapter 2: Is this how they start acting like humans?
Late autumn in September.
Nearly a week has passed since the meteor shower event.
The town, which was once filled with fear and anxiety, has gradually returned to its former tranquility with the passage of time.
I woke up from a nap.
In the baby's crib.
Before Lucas could even start exercising, he was drawn to the cacophony of conversation outside the window.
But I still haven't figured out what it means—
"Smack..."
Suddenly, a chubby, drooling hand slapped him across the face.
It didn't hurt, but it was quite humiliating.
"This is turning the Heavenly Spirits upside down!"
Lucas, his face dark, looked at the culprit beside him who was unaware of the enormous mistake he had made.
Looking at Lucas, he was furious.
Clark blinked innocently, not understanding why his older brother looked constipated so early in the morning.
Unable to figure it out, he turned to fiddling with his toes.
After playing for a while, I became completely still, as if I had shut down.
Lucas was puzzled when he suddenly felt a large, warm current spreading silently down the mattress from under his buttocks.
He froze completely, his lips twitched a couple of times, and he had a strong urge to jump out of the crib.
But the height of the crib and the railings ultimately helped him resist this very dangerous idea.
It's not worth risking your life.
Lucas immediately and skillfully climbed to a corner that was not yet soaked, avoiding being splashed by Krypton's water resources.
This is the third time.
The first few times it happened in the middle of the night, when I was sound asleep.
His expression was really hard to keep up.
Dude, you're supposed to be the future ceiling of corporate life, how can you wet the bed so easily?!
Of course, no matter what Lucas thought to himself, what's done is done.
Fortunately, the Kents, who were talking outside, did not forget them.
Martha pushed open the door and saw Lucas hiding in the corner of the crib.
"What's wrong? Clark wet the bed again?" The woman walked over quickly and asked habitually.
Lucas nodded obediently.
Logically speaking, an eight- or nine-month-old baby should only be able to understand some simple, repetitive instructions.
But her youngest son was exceptionally gifted from a young age, well-behaved and sensible, especially in his comprehension ability, which was clearly different from his peers, and Martha had long been used to it.
She had even discussed with Jonathan early on the idea of saving money to pay for Lucas's college education.
I've heard that the Metropolitan University next door is pretty good.
"Little one, why did you wet the bed again?"
Martha rubbed Clark's cheek and shook her head with a smile.
To be honest, she sometimes wondered which one actually fell from the sky.
When Lucas needs to pee, he makes loud noises to remind her.
This was incredibly convenient for Martha, who had never been a mother before.
In contrast, Clark...
They can't be compared.
With that thought in mind, she carried Lucas and Clark from their cribs to the playmat, and then skillfully removed the soaked mattress and diapers.
At that moment, Jonathan also walked in.
He was also holding something that looked like an envelope in his hand.
"Clark wet the bed again?" The man casually placed the card on the dining table.
Martha didn't respond, but glanced at the opened letter on the table: "Have you thought it through?"
"Hmm." Jonathan nodded. "That field isn't close to us, and we can't completely erase the traces on it. Hiding it will only attract more unnecessary attention... We all know Clark's identity... Anyway, it's better to sell it and turn it into some kind of tourist attraction in the Meteorite Capital to get rid of it all. The price they offered is fair, enough for us to pay off our bank loans."
"It's good that you've made your decision." Martha has always been very supportive of men when it comes to important matters.
In just a few words, Lucas understood what was going on.
It seems that it won't be long before the Cream Corn Capital is officially renamed the Meteorite Capital.
He lost interest and quickly focused his attention on physical training.
In just a short while, he had already done more than ten repetitions of leg kicks, arm swings, and head shaking...
Clark watched intently, munching on his thumb.
Just as he was about to climb a few laps, a pair of large hands suddenly picked him up.
"Alright, Lucas, take a break, how about having breakfast first?" Martha said with a doting smile.
Now that Lucas is nine months old, his main food has changed from formula to a mixture of mashed pumpkin and mashed potatoes.
It will also be sprinkled with some chopped broccoli or mashed carrots that have been cooked until soft.
The presentation wasn't just unbearable to look at, it was downright appalling.
To be honest, at times like this, Lucas would wonder if the kind-hearted Ms. Martha had once studied cooking under an Indian.
It's not convenient to comment on the taste, after all, my mother prepared it carefully all morning.
After eating and drinking his fill, Lucas continued his training.
Through rigorous training, he has moved beyond basic leg kicks and arm swings, gradually shifting his focus to more complex activities.
For example, push-ups and sit-ups.
Every night, he would lie in his crib and insist on doing these two exercises.
[You are currently performing push-ups. Stamina +2, Arm Muscle Strength +1, Chest Muscle Strength +1, Push-up Proficiency +1.]
[You are doing sit-ups. Stamina +2, Abdominal Muscle Strength +1, Sit-up Proficiency +1.]
Lucas shook the crib like a relentless pile driver, making it creak and groan.
But Clark was completely unaffected; on the contrary, he slept even better amidst the swaying and jolting.
Finally, thanks to his persistent efforts, in just over ten days, his chubby body became much more toned and defined.
Lucas secretly tried it, and now he is strong enough to easily lift something weighing about ten kilograms. Even if it weighs another five or six kilograms, he can grit his teeth and lift it.
The Kents naturally noticed the changes in Lucas.
Especially when you can feel the firm texture under the skin, you'll be amazed on the spot.
Fortunately, with Clark as a comparison, their level of acceptance is clearly different from that of ordinary people.
After remaining silent for nearly a month, this son of Krypton has perhaps finally adapted to Earth's environment and has finally demonstrated the power of his Kryptonian bloodline.
It's only been less than six months, and she's already able to get out of bed and walk.
Lucas showed signs of being able to walk just a few days ago when he turned ten months old.
But compared to Clark, who skipped the crawling stage entirely, the latter was clearly starting to act like a monster...
This change shocked and delighted the Kents, but it also filled them with unease.
They knew very well that if outsiders saw this scene, it would definitely cause huge trouble.
The good news is that Kent Farm is located on the outskirts of town, not very close to the town center, requiring a bike or car ride.
The bad news is that they are not the only farm here.