American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 21 The Emperor of Heaven—Clark Kent.

Giorno's voice was calm, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

“It was many years ago.”

He gently stroked the brooch in his hand, his pupils reflecting the dancing flames of the fireplace.

"My father, Dio Kent, is dead."

"?!"

Clark stood up suddenly, and the chair scraped harshly on the floor.

Dior Club.
die?
His blue eyes widened and his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word, as if he had suddenly lost the ability to speak.

For Clark, who was only eight years old, death was obviously beyond his comprehension.

But even so, the pressure this word put on him was enormous.

The brothers who live together day and night, the close friends whose friendship is stronger than gold.

will die?

Dio on the other side was obviously calmer, but the way his fingers suddenly gripped the armrest of the sofa already highlighted his inner restlessness.

No one would remain calm after learning the date of their own death, let alone Dio, who was also eight years old.

"Giorno!" Locke couldn't help but say, "Stop joking."

How could I let this happen?!

"I am not sure as well."

Glancing at Locke's tense face, Giorno seemed to understand what Locke wanted to ask. He spoke, "That day, Grandpa, you just said you were going out for a while, and you never came back."

"The only one who came back was Uncle Clark."

“I’ve asked countless times.”

Giorno's voice was filled with fatigue that didn't belong to his age. "But Uncle Clark has always kept silent about the truth of those two things."

"Later, Uncle Clark sent me to Italy - to my biological mother's home."

"But a year later, he suddenly showed up again and took me to the Met without any explanation."

The flames in the fireplace suddenly shot up, casting Giorno's shadow on the wall, twisting it into a hideous shape.

"On the top floor of the MetLife Manhattan Building, he put his hand on my shoulder, pointed at the brightly lit city below and said—"

Giorno cleared his throat.

Imitating the cold voice in memory:

"The world will eventually belong to the Kent family."

"Giorno, Dio would be proud of you."

Dio's red pupils shrank and he looked at Clark in disbelief.

This big fool is so powerful? !
"The next eight years"

Giorno smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Uncle Clark ruled almost the entire world with absolute power."

"He proclaimed himself the Emperor and Commander of the 'Kingdom of Heaven', suppressing all resistance with an iron fist and claiming to cleanse humanity of the seven deadly sins!"

"Um"

"The most brutal means were used."

"Everything in the world is under his will, regulated, calm and peaceful."

"No one can stand it, let alone me."

"So after I secretly escaped, I joined the rebellion against the emperor."

"Anti-Injustice Social Republican Party."

"boom--!"

The lightning that streaked across the night sky instantly illuminated the entire living room, casting ever-changing light and shadows on the faces of the four people.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops as big as beans hit the iron roof of the farm, making a deafening crackling sound.

The strong wind swept across the wheat fields with a curtain of rain, pressing down the golden ears of wheat that had not yet been harvested.

An eerie silence hung in the living room, broken only by the crackling of the wood in the fireplace and the mingling sound of the rain.

Locke stood in front of the fireplace, the firelight casting his tall figure on the wall, swaying with the dance of the flames.

Sitting awkwardly at the dining table, Clark fidgeted nervously with the bouquet of flowers that Giorno had conjured up.

His perception became more and more sensitive. The sound of rain outside the house and the creaking of the iron sheets of the barn in the wind in the distance all rushed into his ears, but none of them could compare to the pressure that Giorno's words just now gave him.
Although I didn't quite understand
But he could still hear it.

It seems like I will become a very bad villain in the future.

Having Star Platinum make a cup of hot cocoa and handing it to Giorno, Locke looked up at the family photo hanging on the wall.

Dio was being held down by himself with an unwilling look on his face, while Clark stood beside him, grinning foolishly.

Martha and Jonathan stood behind them, one on each side.

Talk about it.
“Giorono.” “And your other uncles?” Locke hesitated for a moment, “or rather, your aunt?”

Giorno tilted his head, and the three golden donuts on his head swayed gently with his movement.

A confused look appeared on his face.

"Other uncles?"

Isn’t Clark the only brother Dad has?

His eyes suddenly widened, and he almost spilled the hot cocoa in his hand. "Wait. Grandpa, do you have another trick up your sleeve for me?!"

"God knows how short-staffed our organization is right now!"

He stood up excitedly and paced back and forth in the living room. "Now it all depends on Professor Charles to support us. If there are other uncles..."

"Uncle Clark alone is powerful enough to rule the world, what about the other uncles?"

"Hey! Kid." Dio couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Are you thinking too much?"

He pointed at himself and then at Clark, "There are only a few of us here, where do the other uncles come from?"

Giorno turned a deaf ear to him and fell into deep thought:
"Defeat dictator Clark and world peace will come."

"stop!"

Locke rubbed his temple, and Star Platinum pressed Giorno's shoulder at the right time, "Calm down, kid."

"I was just asking casually."

But he seemed to understand a little now.

The world line that Giorno comes from should be perhaps?

They are not on the same page.

Or
Multiverse?

After all, the system said that it would send him a child every few years. How could it be that in the future he would only have Dio as his son?

Could it be that the system has crashed again?
Thinking of Charles that Giorno mentioned just now, Locke became curious, "So Giorno, how did you travel through time?"

"I"

Just as he was about to speak, Giorno's body suddenly began to glow with a pale golden light, and his outline gradually became transparent.

The golden experience also turned into golden dust and disappeared.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa."

He looked down at his hands, which were gradually becoming ethereal, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "It's time."

Looking up at Locke, Giorno's golden eyes were filled with reluctance:

"Grandpa. Perhaps the future has changed or perhaps my time has run out."

"Anyway, listen to me first, Grandpa."

"Watch out for our barn."

"Today is a critical moment. The professor said that in this rainstorm, my Grandma Martha and Grandpa Jonathan, whom I have never met, they..."

Giorno's voice began to become erratic, and his figure wavered like a reflection in the water. He sighed and said regretfully:
"It seems I can't say more. That's all I have to say, my grandfather."

"Hopefully when I wake up again"

"boom!"

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the boy's gradually transparent smiling face:
".I can see a bright future."

"Crack——!"

The figure completely transformed into countless golden light spots, floating towards the ceiling like raindrops flowing against the current, and dissipated into the air.

The living room fell into silence.

Only the unfinished cup of hot cocoa and the remaining warmth on the sofa proved that a donut boy had really existed.

"Uncle Locke." Clark's voice was a little tense. "Will I really become such a bad guy?"

Without answering immediately, Locke simply bent down to pick up the blue ladybug left by Giorno, and gently stroked the delicate lines on the back with his fingertips.

Um.
is alive.

Wearing it on his chest, Locke whispered:

"will not."

"Because from now on, history has changed."

Summoning Star Platinum, he opened the door.

Looking through the rain, I looked at the barn not far from home.

There
A huge black shadow was standing up silently.

(End of this chapter)