American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 71: On How to Grow When Time Stops (10,000-word update, please read on!)

This winter vacation is very long for Dior
It was tantamount to a long-lasting parenting hell, which almost wore him out mentally and physically.

The big silly Clark is nowhere to be seen every day, and no one knows where he is.

Dad Locke immersed himself in the farm's experimental fields, as if he was determined to fight to the end with those improved crops.

So, in order to prevent Sarafiel from influencing him anymore.

Dio had to concentrate unprecedentedly and almost harshly on the delicate control of his Stand's power while multitasking.

He needed the world to move more gently—

For example, use minimal force to build a castle with blocks without crushing the blocks into sawdust.

When turning the pages of a book, you must calculate the speed precisely to ensure that you don't lose focus and cause smoke to come out.

He even had to try to control the Stand's huge fingers and use his fingertips to pick up the sesame biscuit crumbs stuck on the corners of Sarafiel's mouth without hurting him.

This requirement of performing extremely minute manipulation of the stand's power while multitasking is as difficult as walking a tightrope over an abyss!
Success has caused the young Dio's mental strength to be repeatedly tempered, stretched to the limit, and continuously refined.

The beads of sweat that oozed from his forehead when he was reading were often not because of the difficult problems in the book, but because he was distracted by controlling the "world" to hand Sarafiel a cup of water, fearing that he would accidentally crush the plastic cup and spill the water on his brother.

Thus, time passed amidst Sarafiel's endless "muda" sounds and Dio's micro-manipulation of the stand.

And it was under this torture day after day that Dio gradually discovered that his control over his stand had reached a new and subtle level.

The flow of his spiritual energy became smoother and more effortless, as easy as controlling his own arms.

The transmission of ideas is more accurate and precise, with almost no loss.

The strength of every joint and every muscle!

They all seemed to have become the most sophisticated extension of his nerve endings, allowing him to better control the world!

And this growth...

It was verified on an ordinary afternoon!
"Buzz!"

A lost wasp broke into the quiet living room.

As soon as it entered the living room, it flew like a small bomber out of control, straight towards Sarafiel, who was sitting on the carpet and chewing on a teething stick with relish.

The little guy was completely unaware and was even attracted by the buzzing sound. He curiously stretched out his chubby little hands covered in saliva, trying to catch the little thing that made the sound.

Although Dio's eyes were on the page, his superhuman senses had already captured this subtle threat.

Just when the cold light of the hornet's stinger was less than an inch away from Sarafiel's tender little hand!

He didn't even raise his eyes, his mind raced like a conditioned reflex!

"Om-!"

The area where time stopped suddenly opened up with him as the center!

0.1 seconds… 0.2 seconds… 0.3 seconds… 0.4 seconds… 0.5 seconds… 0.6 seconds… 0.7 seconds…

In a world where time has frozen, everything is dead silent.

The wasp hovered in mid-air, the tip of its stinger flashing ominously.

Dio's mind was tense to the extreme, controlling the world and preparing to take action.

but.
Driven by his mental power, the solidified river of time stubbornly flowed forward for a tiny but clearly perceptible distance!

1 second... 1.5 seconds...

Time resumes its flow.

"Paji!"

With a slight but crisp sound...

The hornet that was so aggressive a moment ago was instantly turned into powder in the air less than a few centimeters away from Sarafiel's fingertips, without even a drop of juice splashing out.

Dio was stunned.

Just now... time seemed to... stop a little bit?

Exceeded the limit he could sustain before? !
His heart was pounding, and he immediately concentrated all his attention, put aside all distractions, and tried to control the "world" to activate its ability again.

0.1秒… 0.2秒… 0.3秒… 0.4秒… 0.5秒…0. 6秒…0. 7秒…    1.5秒！
This time, he felt it clearly!

That stagnant area was stable, smooth, and as natural as breathing, and lasted for a full 1.5 seconds!
It was as if he had opened up a new piece of time and space that belonged only to him and that he had absolute control over!

But before Dior could savor the joy of this breakthrough.

A mixture of surprise and admiration first bloomed on Sarafiel's face.

He was waving his little arms excitedly in Dio's direction.

Dio stopped flipping through the book.

He tilted his head slightly to look at his brother's sparkling, adoring black eyes fixed on him without blinking.

Then listen to the discordant but extremely clear "Mu Da... Mu Da..."

A strange, indescribable sense of satisfaction quietly crept into Dio's heart.

The corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably into an extremely subtle arc.
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at dusk.

The setting sun painted the farm a warm orange.

Locke finished a day's work and pushed open the door with the smell of dirt and sweat.

"Hey, Dad."

Dio leaned against the door frame seemingly casually, playing with a coin in his hand, his golden hair shining in the setting sun.

He called out to Locke who was about to wash his hands, his voice carrying a subtle hint of youthful eagerness.

Locke stopped and turned around, looking at his son with understanding in his eyes and a half-smile, as if he had already seen through his thoughts.

Dio didn't say anything, but the lines on his face suddenly became extremely sharp!

All mental powers are instantly concentrated and compressed like rivers flowing into the sea!
An invisible aura quietly spread out with him as the center.

Om-!
The waves of stagnant time spread silently and steadily, more condensed than ever!

The flying dust in the living room, the birds flapping their wings to return to their nests outside the window, and even the jumping flames in the fireplace were all paused in an instant!
An absolute, heart-pounding silence enveloped the world!
Feeling this stable and extended 1.5-second range, Dio's mouth curled up in a proud arc that belonged to a winner.

then…

There was a flower before his eyes!
As if gently pushed by an irresistible gentle force?
Uh uh, when he came to his senses again, he found that he was no longer there!
As far as the eye can see, there is a staircase leading to the second floor.

? !
How can it be? !
He turned around to look at Locke, who had a faint smile on his face, as if he had never moved.

"..."

Dio's face flushed red, he clenched his fists, and finally could only utter one sentence:

"Lao Deng, you are so cruel."

Locke shrugged, as if it was just a trivial thing.

He stepped forward swiftly, stretched out his unusually warm big hand, and with the rough strength unique to Kansas farmers, rubbed Dio's dazzling golden hair again and again with approval.

"Grow up, brat."

A deep voice sounded.

Just a few simple words...

But it carries more weight than any gorgeous praise!
Dio subconsciously tried to turn his head away from his father's rude praise, but in the end, he just stiffened slightly.

Let the palm with soil and thick warmth fall on your head.

The golden light of the setting sun shines through the window, stretching the figures of the father and son very long.

It's so ordinary, like no one would notice...

The time flowing through the father and son's bodies was actually several seconds longer than that of ordinary people.

【Parental privileges loading】

[Platinum World: Time Pause → 8S]

(End of this chapter)