Dying Awareness
The car, filled with barrels of dye and natural pigment dye, emitted a terrifying friction and braking sound as it tilted towards where Lex was.
Lex hadn't reacted yet when there was a loud "bang", and the car finally lost its balance, flipping over.
The barrels of dye loaded on the car all rolled down, rushing towards the crowd at the outdoor café.
People who were enjoying the sun and coffee leisurely didn't expect such a sudden disaster and were instantly submerged by the rolling barrels of dye.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Carrying tremendous energy, the barrels of dye, while pouring out dye, directly collided with the astonished crowd into the lake.
Lex had just stood up when he was knocked down by a barrel rolling at high speed.
His body losing balance, he fell into the lake.
His chest accidentally bumped, and darkness filled his vision.
The barrels, weighing hundreds of kilograms, crashed into the lake, emitting deafening noises, and various dyes rushed out of the barrels, quickly dyeing the lake water into various colors.
Enduring the pain, Lex struggled to swim out of the cold lake water.
But the barrels and various debris falling down made the entire artificial lake lose any space for swimming.
The pungent and dizzying smell made his consciousness gradually blur.
Quickly losing strength, he struggled to sink to the bottom of the lake.
Drowning, cold, and the stimulus of chemical agents, Lex's consciousness began to enter a bizarre hallucinatory stage.
Is this what they call a near-death experience?
With his self-awareness continuously weakening, various memories kept flashing back in his mind.
Finally, his consciousness even crossed through chaos and came to a place he couldn't understand.
In the hallucination, he, dressed in a white suit, stood inside the highest power building called the White House.
The scene changed again, and the version of himself as president appeared in a sunflower field bathed in golden sunlight.
Astonished, he reached out to touch a sunflower.
The sunflower immediately withered and disappeared at a visible speed, and the clear sky instantly became extremely gloomy.
Under the disappeared sunflower, bones appeared suddenly, and terrifying monsters appeared in the gloomy sky.
With terrifying appearances, devouring power, they instilled endless fear with just one glance.
With a splash!
Lex was pulled out of the cold lake water by someone.
Able to breathe air freely with oxygen-deprived nostrils, consciousness returned to his body.
Breathing heavily, he looked at the person who rescued him.
"Are you alright?"
Clark's body was soaking in the water as he wiped off the green dye accidentally smeared on his hair and asked.
He had left home intending to wander around and clear his mind, unexpectedly stumbling upon a traffic accident.
Clark, eager to save lives, didn't mind risking exposure, immediately jumping into the lake to rescue people.
"I'm fine."
Lex blinked, took a deep breath, and let rationality return to his mind.
"You saved me? Can I know your name? Friend."
Lex, breathless, asked Clark, "Can I know your name? Friend."
"No need to be polite!"
Clark didn't tell Lex his name, dragging Lex, who was soaked in the cold lake water, and easily pulled him ashore.
The separated barrels were easily pushed aside by Clark.
Lex stared in disbelief.
That was dozens, even hundreds, of kilograms of weight.
Not to mention in the water, even on land, probably no one could move them so casually, right?
In Lex's incredulous gaze, Clark sent him ashore.
After being sent ashore, Lex was immediately helped up by the person on shore.
After sending Lex ashore, Clark continued to rescue people in the water.
Two hours later.
Kent Farm.
Lex drove his Lexus to drop Clark off at the door.
Slightly emitting a pungent smell, Lex opened the car door for the other person.
"Aren't you inviting me in? Clark, after all, you saved my life, and I need to spend some time investigating and considering how to repay you."
Lex smiled and asked Clark.
He had kept his eyes on Clark since he was rescued, and when Clark was about to leave, he stopped him and insisted on taking him home.
That was also the reason why they came back together.
"Of course."
After some thought, Clark invited Lex to get off the car and go to the farm.
Although his father didn't have a good impression of the Luthor Group, through brief contact, he felt that Lex wasn't as bad as the rumors about the Luthor family.
Polite, humorous, and without airs, this was his first impression of Lex.
Martha was a bit surprised by Lex's arrival. She never thought her family would have any connection with the Luthor family.
"Do you need something to drink? Coffee or something else?"
Martha asked Lex, who was surveying the surroundings.
Eric and Jonathan were out, and now only she was at home.
"No, Mrs. Kent, I just had a hard drink in the lake earlier, and my stomach is a bit full, so... I don't want to drink anything now."
Lex said, using a double entendre.
Martha, puzzled, looked at Clark, then smiled and left the living room full of question marks, leaving the private space to Clark and his new friend.
"Well, this is the first time I've smelled such a strong scent of artichoke, which invigorates the spirit."
Lex said, feeling relaxed.
"The smell of the farm must be different from that of the city."
Clark, unlike Lex, was not naturally sociable and looked a bit awkward.
"Yeah."
Lex nodded, and his gaze suddenly caught sight of a pencil drawing placed on a rounded table.
"What is this?!"
Looking at the contents of the hand-drawn painting, Lex was stunned, sinking into an uncontrollable tremor!
The gloomy sky in the painting, as if everything had collapsed, was spread out on the ground, endless white bones, and there was no end in sight.
Standing in mid-air was a terrifying monster with a ferocious appearance, exuding a terrifying aura, as if foretelling the fate of devouring everything.
Most importantly, this painting was exactly the same as the scene he had just seen when he was dying!
"This is Eric's work."
Clark saw Lex staring at the painting motionlessly and explained proactively.
"Eric?"
"Eric Kent, my brother. Do you also think his paintings are talented?"
Clark curiously asked.
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