American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 1016 Clark and Raven's Determination: Revenge!

Louise watched this scene, her lips pressed tightly together, her hands unconsciously twisting together.

Looking at Clark kneeling and weeping before the tombstone, her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

At this moment, Louise also felt a sense of powerless distance.

She didn't understand why he was so sad. In her memory, the Kents had indeed died in a car accident when he was in high school. Peter Patrick... that name left only a vague impression in her mind.

She could only sense Clark's unfathomable pain, but she couldn't reach the root of it.

Courtney Whiteman, the Stargirl, clutches her cosmic staff, her face filled with confusion and worry.

Looking at Clark kneeling and weeping in the ruins, she then turned her gaze to Louise, not understanding what had happened, only feeling a heavy and oppressive atmosphere permeating the surroundings.

Standing at the front, Raven's deep purple hood concealed tears that fell silently like beads from a broken string.

She looked at Clark, at the land that should have been her "home," but now stood unfamiliar houses.

Overwhelmed by immense grief and a suffocating sense of loneliness.

Peter Padrick, the father, and the other “fathers”—Azu, Mark, Loki, Star-Lord, Mordred Jr.… all traces of their existence, all the memories they left in this world, have been erased.

Except for her.

Because what flows in her veins is not only the blood of a half-demon, but also fragments of her father's soul that have been integrated into the depths of her soul.

The fragment was like a tiny spark in the darkness, burning weakly yet tenaciously, guarding the erased truth.

Watching Clark struggle painfully with his false memories, Raven felt as if her heart was being torn apart.

Clark was his father's godson, the hope his father protected and guided with his life.

Now that their father's existence has been erased and the fates of their other siblings are unknown, neither he nor Clark can afford to fall here.

They cannot be defeated by lies and despair.

For my father!

"Clark..."

Raven's voice rang out in the quiet twilight, reaching Clark clearly.

Clark's body stiffened abruptly.

He didn't look up, but the trembling in his shoulders stopped.

Raven took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her surging emotions.

She walked forward, her footsteps making a soft sound as she stepped on the weeds.

Louise and Courtney instinctively tried to follow, but Raven stopped them by raising her hand.

She needs to face him alone.

Raven stopped a few steps behind Clark.

The setting sun cast a long shadow of her, clad in a purple cloak, onto the barren land.

"Clark Kent".

Raven tried to remain calm. "You lost your parents, and I lost my father too."

Clark slowly and with great difficulty raised his head.

His bloodshot eyes, blurred with tears, stared blankly at Raven.

"In that 'car accident'..."

Raven clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, forcing herself to continue through the pain, "There was another person who left with your parents... someone... who was incredibly important to me."

"His name is Peter Patrick."

Raven pronounced the name clearly.

The name was like a key, instantly unlocking the surging torrent of memories within the fragments of her soul.

Peter's smile, the first time he taught himself to fly, and his journey to the underworld to snatch himself from Hades' grasp.
Countless warm and vivid images assaulted Raven's consciousness, causing the tears in her eyes to flow even more profusely.

“He is your godfather, Clark, and he is also my father.”

Raven's voice carried a power that penetrated the soul, "He lives here, right here at Patrick's Farm."

She pointed to the glaring new residential area, “That used to be his Patrick Farm, with barns, cornfields, birch trees, and more importantly, Azu and your other brothers and sisters were here too.”

As Clark listened to Raven's words, he subconsciously looked towards the residential area, then abruptly turned back, staring intently at Raven, his eyes filled with confusion and unbelievable pain.

The sense of reality conveyed by the false memories clashed fiercely in his mind.

He clutched his head and growled like a wild beast: "No... what are you saying... Peter... Godfather... is already dead, he had no children."

"What you remember is the 'facts' that have been altered!"

Raven's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

She abruptly ripped off her dark purple hood, revealing a face streaked with tears yet unusually resolute.

At the same time, the power within her, originating from the fragment of Peter's soul, erupted uncontrollably due to her intense emotions.

"Buzz!"

A pure light, carrying warmth and a protective will, instantly emanated from the depths of Raven's body.

The light was not dazzling, but it had a strange penetrating power.

Light swirled around her, faintly outlining a blurry yet solid male silhouette—Peter's phantom soul. Though it was only fleeting, the feeling and aura were so familiar.

Clark stared at the phantom of the soul, and was instantly struck dumb.

His hand, which was covering his head, froze.

Those bloodshot eyes stared incredulously at the fleeting afterimage on Raven's body.

A sense of familiarity and immense sorrow, originating from the deepest part of his soul and inexplicable by reason, as if they were flesh and blood, instantly overwhelmed the dam of his memory like a tsunami.

"what--!"

Clark let out a scream of extreme pain.

His energy overflowed uncontrollably due to the intense emotional fluctuations, causing the ground around him to tremble slightly and small pebbles to float up.

Raven was jolted back a step by the force of the out-of-control energy.

But she did not back down. Instead, she met Clark's pained gaze and said firmly:

“He is Peter Patrick, he is my father, he will always be in my heart, even if the whole world forgets him, I will never forget him!”

"He is also your godfather, Clark. He has never left you, he has never given up on you. He believes in you, he believes that the flame of hope in your bones will never be extinguished."

Raven pointed to the desolate ruins of the farm.

“Look here, Clark, look at this wasteland. Is this the world you wanted to protect? Martha and Jonathan taught you kindness with love, and your father taught you the true meaning of power through companionship and guidance. What they gave you was the ability to protect all of this, not to kneel here and sink into lies and despair!”

Then Raven stepped forward, almost touching Clark's body, which was curled up in pain, her voice lowered:
"Clark Kent, Carl-El, stand up!"

Her sharp gaze fell on Clark. "Dad believes you can defeat that god who alters everything, and I believe it too. Louise believes it, Courtney believes it, and everyone who remembers what hope is like believes it!"

Raven gritted her teeth and said resolutely, "So, don't be sad, stand up and keep fighting, fight to bring back Dad and your brothers and sisters! Either we win this war, or the world is destroyed. There is no third option!"

At this moment, her heart was also filled with endless anger and pain.

If this battle cannot be won, if we cannot win back our father, if we cannot win back our brothers and sisters, then even if it means sacrificing ourselves, we must make the other side pay the price.

Raven's last words struck Clark's heart like a heavy hammer.

Clark paused for a moment, then stood up and looked at Raven with a determined gaze.

The tears in his eyes had not yet dried, but they had been replaced by an unprecedented flame burning with determination and anger.

Clark's gaze was no longer lost or pained.

"If what you're saying is true, then I will make that guy who altered our lives pay the price!"

As Clark spoke, he glanced at the "S" emblem on his chest.

In a daze, he felt the Godfather's figure reappear in front of him, drawing an "S" on his chest.

Godfather, have you really always been with me?

Did you really never leave?

Clark muttered to himself in a daze.

at the same time.

A research base in Washington, D.C.

The air inside the completely isolated observation room was frigid.

On the huge circular screen, the segmented images were displayed:

The dome of the United Nations hall ripped open, and the gigantic woman's fist, carrying rubble, smashed into the terrified fleeing crowd.

Black Adam hovered above the chaos, his body wreathed in destructive lightning.

Diana's golden figure struggled to hold on amidst the onslaught of several superhumans.

Adrian Witt, the Pharaoh, sits behind the control panel directly in front of the screen.

His exquisite dark silk robe was impeccably tailored, and his silver-white hair was combed perfectly.

Staring at the screen, his face was expressionless, his eyes deep, calmly appreciating each chaotic scene on the screen.

"Chaos... is the growing pain of order's rebirth."

The Pharaoh watched this scene and muttered to himself.

"I don't know."

A voice, tinged with confusion and a hint of barely perceptible fear, sounded behind him.

The Saturn Girl stood behind him.

She wore a futuristic purple and gold uniform, her brows furrowed, and her telepathic eyes, which could read minds, were now filled with a vortex of confusion.

“I… I cannot read your mind, Adrian Witt. It’s impossible. Even with a super AI like Brainiac, I can only touch the edge of its logical core, but you…”

She shook her head in confusion. "Your mind... is like a boundless, dark abyss, or an impenetrable wall of sighs. How could the mind of an ordinary human being... be so... vast? So... unfathomable?"

After Rorschach II collapsed, Saturn Girl followed the Ozymandias to Washington.

She wanted to see what this mysterious guy's purpose was.

However, she was never able to read this guy's mind.

(End of this chapter)