Chapter 75: I Want to Make Another Wish (3k7)
After Clark's impulsive and irrational words last night, he dared not mention anything related to Whitney for the time being.
He gloomily went to school with David.
On campus, after two classes, the bell rang.
A figure, stylishly dressed and breathtakingly beautiful, entered the classroom carrying a bag, looking more like she was out shopping than attending class. Her slender legs casually disappeared into the room.
"So beautiful!"
Everyone's attention was drawn to the stunning figure. The students in the classroom were buzzing with discussion, erupting like a pot.
"How can there be such a beautiful woman?"
Pete's eyes were glued to the woman, unable to look away.
The other students were equally astonished. Even some female students showed expressions of amazed shyness, Chloe's face flushing.
"God, who is this lady? Her beauty and charm are irresistible to everyone, young and old. Even a stone would be moved."
"Who are you?" someone stood up, swallowing hard, and asked, "Did the new teacher walk into the wrong classroom?"
"I am the new biology teacher, Agnes. Have you forgotten me?"
Agnes, wearing a stylish red jacket and ultra-short denim hot pants, a fiery ensemble, casually placed her bag on the podium. She scanned the class in a tone like she was coaxing kindergarten children, smiling.
Her eyes lit up, as if she had discovered two promising individuals.
"Teacher Agnes?"
Everyone was surprised and confused, looking at each other.
This was a joke. Although Teacher Agnes was hot and sexy, she was worlds apart from this lady who was so beautiful she made people lose focus. It wasn't possible to achieve such a transformation through plastic surgery so quickly. And which plastic surgeon was this? It would be a waste of their talent not to sculpt the Venus de Milo if they were doing plastic surgery in a hospital.
"Agnes?"
David's eyelids flickered. Was someone impersonating her, or did she have the ability to enhance her own appearance? Moreover, although this woman calling herself Agnes had exquisite and beautiful features, there was a hint of unreality about her, like a meticulously crafted plastic doll. From head to toe, she exuded an unnatural, inferior quality.
Clark, sitting in his seat, couldn't help but wonder who this woman was and why she was impersonating Teacher Agnes.
"But..."
Someone tried to speak.
"Am I not Teacher Agnes?"
Agnes's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she felt wronged for not being recognized. A pink glow flashed in her eyes.
"You are Teacher Agnes. Good morning, Teacher Agnes."
The students in the class were stunned and responded in unison, like rowdy children sitting neatly.
David and Clark looked left and right. Pete, Chloe, and the others were all dazed, staring blankly, as if love-struck, accepting whatever the woman on the podium said. After one answer, there was a complete silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The bizarre scene in the classroom sent a chill down one's spine.
"Why weren't you charmed?"
Agnes, who was about to search for more male servants, suddenly noticed that two people in the class were still awake, and they were the two she had paid a little attention to. In her eyes, those two youths looking at the charmed students in the classroom with surprise were glaringly conspicuous, like rows of sunflowers all facing the sun, while two were facing elsewhere.
Agnes's face showed astonishment, and she glared at the two.
"Why can you remain conscious!"
Even before she became a god, no one had ever been able to ignore her abilities.
"Who are you, and what did you do to them?"
Shaking Pete to try and wake him up, Clark was annoyed by Pete, who was staring blankly at Agnes, and pushed his hand away. Clark clenched his fist and angrily stood up. All the students in the class had been controlled, losing their proper senses, their minds being toyed with.
"Are you really Agnes?"
Since she had been discovered, David had no intention of playing along with her act and hiding that he wasn't charmed. He slowly stood up, narrowing his eyes as he looked at her. She possessed an abnormal charm, but it was worlds apart from Agnes yesterday.
"A woman with such ability and beauty would stoop to impersonating someone inferior to her in every way?"
But he couldn't explain how she could look like this after just one day. It couldn't be that God had appeared and rewarded his faithful follower, enhancing her abilities and giving her a facelift. David's thoughts flashed through his mind.
"Answer my question. How did you do it?"
"Why aren't you affected by my influence?"
Agnes's expression was ugly, finding it hard to accept that on the second day after wishing to become the God of Love and Beauty, someone could resist her charm.
"Change them back quickly."
Clark's body flashed, and he moved from his seat at extreme speed, arriving before the podium. He grabbed Agnes's wrist and said in a deep voice.
Seeing his classmates with expressions of infatuated smiles, the bizarre situation that defied common sense made him extremely uneasy.
Shaken by Clark's speed and with her wrist grabbed, Agnes tried to break free, only to feel an immense strength holding her fast.
Clark was also startled, feeling as if he had grabbed the tail of the mythical Midgard Serpent; the strength of her struggles grew.
Snap!
Shaking off Clark's hand, Agnes narrowed her eyes, opened her mouth, and a sweet fragrance wafted towards Clark's face.
"What did you do to me?"
Clark stumbled back, his face flushed, his heart beating uncontrollably.
The teacher Agnes before him was so beautiful that he uncontrollably wanted to fall at her feet.
"No, why would I think that?"
He shook his head violently, breaking free from the enchantment, and glared at her.
"Don't think you can control me."
"Heh heh.
Clark Kent, David Kent, what secrets do you two brothers hold?"
Her mind, as brilliant as a deity's, recalled the class roster with accompanying photos she had briefly skimmed. Agnes's expression flickered, and she looked at the two provocatively, grabbed her bag, and her body flashed, leaving an afterimage as she headed out of town.
"If you want them to return to normal, follow me."
Still holding the Wishing Stone and not having had enough fun, she didn't want to attract anyone else's attention. She decided to deal with these two guys in the outskirts.
"Don't think you can run."
Clark suddenly chased after her.
"Your secrets also make me curious."
Glancing at his dazed classmates around him, David muttered to himself, purple energy ripples appearing on his body. His body flashed, and he followed in pursuit.
Beyond getting Pete and Chloe out of control, he was very curious how Agnes, who was originally ordinary, had become so powerful!
Outskirts of town.
On a vast plain covered in green grass.
"Stop!"
Agnes, whose speed surpassed typhoons, suddenly halted. It wasn't that she wanted to stop, but she had actually been caught up to. Clark, with an anxious expression, placed a hand on her shoulder and grabbed her.
"It's very rude to touch a lady's shoulder without permission."
In an instant, her pupils constricted. She chuckled charmingly and counterattacked with an elbow.
Bang!
A blast of air erupted. Clark grunted, as if hit by a speeding truck, and was sent flying backward, disappearing dozens of meters in a blink before being stopped by a hand from behind.
"David."
Clutching his ribs with a pained expression, Clark looked back.
Setting Clark down, David looked at Agnes, who had turned around not far away, and frowned.
This was abnormal. Someone had repelled Clark without using a meteorite.
"You're not from this town? Where did you get this power?"
Her strength even surpassed that of a young Clark, and it was impossible for her abilities to have come from meteorite mutation.
"Of course I'm from this town."
Slightly turning her body to hide her shoulder bag behind her, Agnes concealed her inner surprise, a faint smile on her lips.
"Don't look so surprised.
I lived in this town for over twenty years, and I never knew there were such miraculous brothers like you here."
She had previously tested her current speed and strength, finding herself faster than sound and surpassing supersonic fighter jets, able to crush steel as easily as kneading mud. But now, she had been caught up to.
Her counter-elbow strike had unleashed power capable of piercing a skyscraper, yet her brother hadn't broken a single bone, and her younger brother had calmly caught his flying older brother.
"What's in your bag that you're so concerned about?"
David's expression was impassive as he keenly focused on the bag in Agnes's hand.
"Although this reddish-brown bag is high-end and beautiful, like it was carefully chosen.
It shouldn't be a rare treasure, and it shouldn't be this important to someone with your capabilities."
Realizing that Clark and he were not so simple, she instinctively shielded the bag with her body at the first opportunity. From a psychological perspective, this showed her distrust and fear of the bag being snatched.
"In the bag, of course, are my personal belongings."
Agnes's voice carried a hint of laziness and seduction.
"Do you want to see?
David Kent, do you want to understand the world of women?"
"Sister, I can teach you," she licked her bright red lips, beckoning with a finger as if inviting a knight to charge.
"David, be careful, don't get close to her."
Clark, rubbing his ribs, put his hands down and warned David as if facing a formidable enemy.
"She can exhale an invisible fragrance from her mouth. I was almost controlled by her just now."
He feared his younger brother might be caught off guard and unable to resist that power.
"I saw it."
David appeared nonchalant.
Even Superman, who was jokingly called having negative magic resistance, couldn't be tempted. He didn't believe she could pose any threat to him.
"Unleash your control over your classmates, Ms. Agnes."
Clark grunted and lunged towards Agnes, raising his fist.
"Snatch her bag first."
Standing still, David reminded Clark before his eyes lit up with purple light, and two energy beams shot out, piercing the air.
Agnes's pupils contracted, and she quickly dodged the rays emitting terrible heat. Before she could steady herself, Clark, carrying a gust of wind, had already arrived in front of her and threw a punch.
She raised her arm to block Clark's fist, which could sink a warship with a single blow, and in return, she struck Clark's neck with a backhand chop.
Clark recoiled in pain. Before he could catch his breath, a low blow came at him. He hurriedly pressed down with both hands to block it. Just as he was congratulating himself, a fist rapidly enlarged before his eyes, and with a bang, he was hit with a black eye, staggering backward again.
Bang!
Just as Agnes was about to press her advantage, the next second, a purple energy cannon as thick as a water barrel tore through the sky, scorching the air. She was blasted away like a missile loaded with a hundred tons of TNT, flying backward and plowing a deep *trench* into the ground.
At the end of the ditch, her skin stinging and her face contorted in pain, she quickly stuffed the Wishing Stone into her jacket pocket, discarding her bag as a burden.
"A stone?"
David's eyes narrowed and he pondered as he vaguely saw a yellowish-gray stone being taken out of her bag.
"Hiss..."
Clark stood up, his face stern, blinking unnaturally at the eye he had been hit in.
Although it hurt a bit, he was grateful it wasn't another part of his body that took the hit.
"You call yourself an alien, getting repelled by a woman using simple self-defense techniques."
David flashed to his side. Hearing his brother's taunt, Clark's face turned red.
"It was my carelessness."
He resolved to learn some combat techniques when he got back, no longer relying solely on brute strength to swing his fists.
Clark had mistaken Agnes for the metahumans he usually encountered, and thus suffered a loss. Agnes was not someone he could afford to hold back against.
He cracked the ground with his feet and charged forward like a raging thunderbolt, attacking Agnes.
David leaped up, tearing through the air, skimming the ground like a supersonic reconnaissance plane, and engaged Agnes, who had narrowly dodged Clark's attack.
Bang, bang, bang!
The three of them fought, each blow tearing through the air and shaking the earth as if three giants were battling.
The ground near the forest was like a flashbang had been dropped on it, the air churned like a boiling pot, white shockwaves rippling and vibrating incessantly, debris flying, and the earth cracking.
He never imagined that someone in their small town could temporarily withstand their combined attacks.
"Her speed is faster than mine, and her strength is greater than Clark's. Her overall power is already very close to that of a young Clark!"
David exclaimed in astonishment.
He had a vague premonition that Agnes was very likely a result of the butterfly effect he had set in motion.
Such a powerful person shouldn't exist in this remote small town.
"Damn it!"
Narrowly dodging an incoming energy beam, Agnes was even more shocked, suspecting that the Wishing Stone's wish had been greatly watered down.
"What goddess?
Is there such a weak god?"
She was being put in such a sorry state by two high school students from the town.
One was incredibly fast, quick as lightning, and her attacks often missed.
The other was slower than her, but when she attacked him, it felt like nothing, as if hitting a mountain peak built of steel. Instead, he seized the opportunity, and each of his punches landed like a falling meteorite, making her feel like she was about to spit blood.
Bang!
A deafening roar, and shockwaves of white, circular energy exploded outwards.
Blocking David's attack with her arms, Agnes was sent flying dozens of meters, her body tumbling across the ground several times like a skipped stone.
She scrambled to her feet abruptly, her hair disheveled, a blackened patch on her chest faintly showing burn marks left by David's eye beams.
Agnes wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth; her cheeks throbbed, and she looked utterly disheveled, a far cry from the beautiful goddess she'd appeared to be at first.
"This is nothing like the goddess I imagined. How can a deity be defeated?"
She pulled the Wishing Stone from her pocket, her eyes frantic as she clutched the stone, intending to make another wish, disregarding any cost.
"I want to make another wish! I want to keep my appearance and become ten times stronger than I am now!!"
She shouted it aloud.
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