American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 20: It was an impending storm.

Locke stood silently at the door, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's as he examined the uninvited guests in the living room.

Star Platinum stood behind him, ready to attack at any moment.

But anyway.
"You can see the double and the iconic three golden donut hairstyle."

Countless possibilities flashed through my mind.

Finally, a name came to his mind——

Giorno Giovanna!

Seeing Locke's alert yet thoughtful look, Giorno curled his lips and put the last piece of steak into his mouth elegantly.

"Grandpa, you're still so boring." He shook the fork in his hand. "Can't you show some serious reaction when you see a grandson like this?"

"I chose this time specifically, especially when you're young."

Before Giorno could finish his words.

"Thief!"

“That’s my steak!!!”

Dio and Clark poked their heads out from behind Locke, and when they saw the scene in the living room clearly, Dio's golden hair almost stood up.

That was the Australian M9 grade Wagyu beef eye that he had bought after saving and frugally living for two months!
This damn blond thief actually just sat there in his living room and enjoyed it?!
“The World”

Dio summoned his golden stand without hesitation and aimed his angry fist at Giorno's annoying smiling face.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Clark, who had some suspicions about Dio's strange abilities, subconsciously wanted to stop him:

"Uncle Locke, Dio"

But unexpectedly, Locke stood there motionless, with no intention of stopping it at all.

There was even a subtle curve at the corner of his mouth, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.

because
"poor and weak!"

A dazzling golden light flashed, and a golden humanoid stand also appeared behind Giorno, catching the fist of "The World" with ease.

The two golden stand-ins confronted each other in the living room, and there seemed to be invisible sparks flying in the air.

"Muda!"

The figure simply pushed back with his backhand, and Dio's world was pushed back several steps.

Stumbling back, Dio's red eyes were filled with shock—

Not only does this stranger also have a stand-in, but its color is the same as mine?!

Could it be that? !

"What is this?" Dio looked at Locke in disbelief. "Dad, what on earth is going on?"

Locke finally moved.

He slowly took off his cowboy hat and hung it by the door, his tone terrifyingly calm: "That's enough."

"Giorno, explain clearly."

When did I say my name?

The blond young man was confused at first, but soon felt relieved.

My name was given by my grandfather, so it must have been decided a long time ago.

The blond shrugged and stood up from the sofa.

His movements were as graceful as if he was attending a high-end dinner, and there was no sign of embarrassment at being attacked by a Stand.

"Giorno Giovanna Kent, 16 years old, works for the Anti-Injustice Social Republican Party and is currently the vice-captain of the organization's 'X-Passion' team." Giorno's fingertips gently stroked the ladybug brooch on his chest and glanced at the silent golden figure beside him. "And this is my stand--"

“Gold Experience.”

“Golden experience.”

Unjust society?

Locke was shocked. Was this the injustice he had imagined?
“Golden experiences can give life to matter.”

Giorno didn't seem to notice Locke's expression. He then casually picked up the remote control on the coffee table and lightly touched the Golden Experience.
The remote control instantly transformed into a blue ladybug.

Dio's red pupils shrank slightly, and Clark exclaimed.

"Cool!" "This is amazing!"

Obviously, for Clark, magic shows are more interesting.

After all, he couldn't see the double.

"Fancy."

"Clark, get over that expression. This is nothing compared to what I have."

Dio crossed his arms, but his eyes couldn't help but follow the fallen Ladybug.

Giorno smiled noncommittally: "Every Stand has its own unique features. For example..."

He looked at Locke and said, "Grandpa's Star Platinum is even better at it."

Why is this kid so talkative?

"Okay, Giorno." Locke interrupted helplessly, "First, tell me your identity clearly."

"Hahaha."

"To put it simply." Giorno snapped his fingers, and a bouquet of flowers suddenly blossomed in his hand. He handed it to Dio, "I am your future son, Dad."

“Oh, it’s from the future.”

"?!"

Clark opened his mouth wide enough to fit an egg in it. "Future?"

The expression on Dio's face also changed from disdain to shock: "Wait. You are my son?!"

He thought it was his brother whom he had never met!

With a casual smile, Giorno turned around gracefully, and suddenly a bunch of bright roses appeared in his hand. He winked at Clark and said with ill intentions: "My uncle the emperor, Giorno presents you with flowers."

Clark took the bouquet blankly, his blue eyes widening even more: "Emperor?"

Although it is still a bit unbelievable time travel
But seeing that Uncle Locke didn't deny it, he knew that this matter was probably true.

It's worthy of being called Locke Farm.
It always makes my life colorful.

No, time travel is here, oh
And the emperor.

The living room fell into an eerie silence.

until
"So," Dio's voice trembled, "you, the thief who stole my steak, are my son?!"

"Yes, Dad." Giorno bowed gracefully. "To be precise, it's my future son. By the way."

He suddenly gave a sly smile, "The steak was delicious, thank you for the treat."

“Wryyyyyyy——!”

Dio's roar echoed throughout the farm again, "Who allowed you to call me daddy? And that's my steak!"

"So, you're Dio's future son?" Clark finally recovered from his shock and cautiously interrupted, "But why do you call me Emperor?"

Giorno's smile suddenly became meaningful: "Because in the future, Uncle Clark is..."

"Giorno," Locke interrupted, rubbing his temple. "Time travel is no joke."

"What's your purpose for suddenly appearing here?"

The living room suddenly became quiet.

Giorno's expression also turned serious, and he gently adjusted his tie:
"Actually, I'm here to remind you."

"We discovered this by accident. The world wasn't supposed to be this way. Someone changed the past, leading to that future." Giorno's voice deepened. "Someone wants to change the world through us."

"Use our Kent family to achieve that unknown purpose!"

A trace of worry flashed in his golden pupils:
"I don't know if this will help change the past, but at least it's better than doing nothing."

"If possible, I don't want the story of our world to happen again."

Locke's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Go on."

"boom--!"

Thunder rumbled, and the last ray of sunset outside the window was swallowed by dark clouds.

That might be a coming storm.

(End of this chapter)