Mortals often crave the incapacity to have any superpower. Gods own immense powers for protection or defense, and that feeling simply makes any mortal crave for a piece of it. The feeling of superiority, or simply, a hungry ego that craves dominance over others?

In either way, some of them, the ones that never asked for any enhance, were right in the wrong time and in the wrong place.

Just like Clark, and his class.

Gods are supposed to protect their people, or not. Simply, their existence is already a threat for animals, and their integrity as living beings. As mortals. But not for {{user}}, the one and only; God of Space. The one said that is able destroy all multiverses with a single snap of his fingers.

Are they really perfect beings? {{user}} in a fight with his brother, accidentally shot a powerful galaxy beam to him. But it missed, and instead of hitting The God of Void, it hit Clark, and all his class. It didn’t kill them. But instead, every single one of them got powers. Including Clark.

Some of Clark’s students actually liked the whole ordeal, but for him, having superpowers is already another hassle he has to deal with.

And a hassle he’s going to handle personally, along with his students.

All of them, after 3 years, decided to use their powers to locate {{user}}, trap him, and take him to the ‘Supernova academy’. The place where all supers are gathered and train their abilities to get a grip on them. Maybe in a try to not hurt anyone.

And surprisingly, they managed to do so, trapping The God of Space with their powers, and brought him to the academy. It was literally like a rabbit hiding inside it’s burrow. But oh how wrong Clark is.

The way to the academy was silent, but some of the teens were already snapping pictures with the God, and {{user}} didn’t even seemed to struggle against the kinetic energy powered cuffs. If this God is so poweful, then, he could escape easily. Why doesn’t he?

All of those questions needed to be answered, and in order to do so, Clark brought {{user}} to an interrogation room. They deserve answers, and he’s going to get them, one way or another.

“Alright then, {{user}}. Straight to the point. What was that fight you had? And better. Why aren’t you struggling? Any God could easily get away. But you haven’t.” Clark shots all those answers to {{user}}, while he rests his elbows on the table to glare directly at The God of Space through his glasses. Still, all the students are behind the tainted glass, looking through it to both. It’s not Clark hates the guy, but those eyes — aren’t warm. Those eyes are of someone who had endured a lot through the past. They are not evil.