American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 77 Dawn Project
Dio pushed open the wooden door of the farmhouse, and the hinges made a familiar creaking sound.

Clark was about to turn around when he was suddenly stopped by a voice:
"Clark!"

He turned around and saw Uncle Locke standing in the shadow of the barn waving at him.

The afternoon sun shone on him, outlining a silhouette that was almost unchanged from ten years ago.

It was still the same washed-out work shirt, the same perfectly trimmed stubble, and even the smile lines at the corners of his eyes seemed frozen in time.

"Jonathan and Martha went to town." Locke casually wiped his forehead with the back of his floury hand, leaving a little white mark. "Eat here today, Clark."

Clark blinked.

Although they had met almost every day for the past four years, every time he looked directly at Locke, he always felt a subtle sense of disobedience.

It's like looking at an oil painting that is always as bright as new, while everyone else outside the painting is slowly fading.

"okay!"

He shook off those thoughts, took two steps at a time, and rushed into the door with the energy unique to young people.

Um.
He almost knocked over the vase in the entrance hall.

At this moment, Dio had already collapsed on the sofa, his long legs casually resting on the coffee table, flipping through the book "The Origin of Species" in his hands.

Clark sat down next to him and couldn't help but lower his voice:
"Hey, why are you treating Sarafiel like that? The child will be sad."

The sound of turning pages stopped.

"Ah."

Dio snorted, his red eyes not moving an inch from the book. "Clark, mind your own business."

Clark curled his lips, feeling like he had been punched into a pile of cotton.

Just as he was holding his breath and wanted to argue a few more words, a rich and tempting aroma wafted out from the kitchen domineeringly, instantly grabbing the attention of both of them.

"dinner time!"

A loud voice came from the door, and Locke went into the kitchen. After a while, with the sound of plates falling on the table, he came out with a plate of sizzling, greasy grilled ribs.

The caramel-colored sauce exudes a mouth-watering aroma.

Clark's eyes widened.

"Mr. Kent," Locke asked casually while distributing the tableware, "Have you seen Sarafiel?"

"He was just treating a rabbit with a sprained leg by the stream."

"I told him to come back early...but now..." Clark helped arrange the cutlery, looking up at the wall clock and frowning, "Almost forty minutes have passed."

This kid.
He continued to do countless good deeds every day.

Locke held his forehead helplessly.

Ever since Sarafiel healed a raven with a broken wing at the age of three and inadvertently displayed a power similar to the horse spell in his memory, it was as if some kind of switch had been turned on in the little guy.

It seemed as if he was born to do good and accumulate virtue. Every day, whenever he had free time, his little figure would disappear at the edge of the forest or deep in the farmland, looking for creatures in need of help.

The most exaggerated one was last spring
Somehow, it attracted the grateful animals all over the forest.

As a result, for several weeks in a row, the porch of the Kent family's cottage seemed to be under a spell every morning -

The floor was covered with dew-covered raspberries, fresh mushrooms, and even lively stream fish!

The scene was truly a case of 'beasts repaying a favor'.

For a week straight, Dio's breakfast was shrouded in the lingering smell of fish, and his face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

But most importantly
Sarafil even carried the live fish back to the stream in a bucket with a look of reluctance on his face and released them…

This grand event lasted for the entire spring and was getting more and more intense. Finally, Locke had no choice but to squat down and communicate seriously with Sarafir.

I don’t know what method the child used, but after a while, he actually made the animal friends in the forest stop their overly enthusiastic gift-giving behavior, and the farm returned to its former peace.

"Sarafiel is a little too kind." Locke put the pie, which smelled sweet with butter and blueberries, into the preheated oven, his tone filled with worry and helplessness. "I don't know if this will be good for him..."

"boom!"

Before Locke could finish his words, a tall and burly golden figure appeared in front of the refrigerator door without warning. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly and dodged to the side, thus avoiding being tripped.

"Dio!" Locke glared at the blond man on the sofa and said angrily, "How many times have I told you! Do it yourself! Don't summon the world to bring you drinks every day!"

"Understood." Dio responded lazily, without even raising his head, only his mind stirred slightly.

The golden shadow accurately opened the refrigerator door, took out a can of iced soda, slowly floated back to Dio, even considerately opened it, and then placed it steadily on the coffee table.

Clark was watching this scene, trying to hold back his laughter, when suddenly—

"Rustling, rustling..."

A slight, tentative friction sound came from outside the living room window.

The three of them looked in the direction of the sound and saw a red fox squatting on the windowsill with a small blue-purple flower in its mouth.

It even deftly raised one of its front paws and gently pushed open the unlocked screen window, then stuck its head in and carefully placed the small flower on the leaves of a lush pot of green ivy on the windowsill.

The restaurant fell into an eerie silence, with only the sizzling sound of the oven.

"This...this can't be the sick fox that Sarafiel secretly rescued when our family went to the Metropolitan Zoo last time..." Clark was stunned and looked at Locke in disbelief, "...Arctic fox? How did it get here?!"

Locke opened his mouth, but in the end just shrugged helplessly, saying everything without saying a word.

after a moment
The hands of the clock above the dining table slowly passed twelve o'clock, and the aroma of blueberry pie filled the entire kitchen.

Dio's fork stabbed the steak intermittently, and the gravy formed a small pool on the plate.

"cough"

The head of the family cleared his throat, stood up and turned on the TV in the living room. "Let's make an exception today and eat while watching TV."

Clark nodded in understanding. He knew that Uncle Locke was waiting for Sarafiel to come back, but he didn't want the waiting to seem too deliberate.

He glanced at Dio beside him.
Um.
Although the blond young man finally began to cut the steak slowly and methodically, his movements were more than three times slower than usual, and his eyes would occasionally glance at the path outside the window as if unintentionally.

Really.
Clark chuckled.

Why do my family members always say one thing and mean another?

"Want to leave a venison leg for Sarafiel?" Clark deliberately tore the crispy skin of the roasted venison leg, making a crackling sound.

"Need not."

Dio didn't even look up, "Anyway, that brat has the appetite of a sparrow."

"Sarafiel's appetite is indeed small." Hearing this, Locke couldn't help but nod, "It's really strange, obviously both of you have big appetites..."

"Zizzizi!"

The flash of snow on the news station interrupted Locke's words.

Suddenly, a familiar logo popped up on the screen.

The three of them froze, their knives and forks hanging in the air.

"Today, at its Metropolis headquarters, the Luther Corporation officially announced the launch of a new era of genetic engineering, codenamed 'Project Dawn.'"

The camera zooms in.

I saw a familiar man standing in front of a huge, precisely rotating genetic double-helix holographic projection. The lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses reflected a cold blue light, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth that showed he was in control of the situation.

Standing half a step beside him was a thin, pale-faced
Bald.

"Is that Lex?" Dio asked in surprise, "Why does he look so..."

"Being in front of the camera," Clark mused, "everyone gets nervous."

"Is that right?"

Dio was lost in thought, his eyes never leaving the screen.

Lionel's voice in the picture also suddenly rose at the right time.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Fellow human beings!"

"Through our deep understanding of the genetic code and innovations in cutting-edge engineering technologies, we have now successfully conquered over 70 percent of congenital genetic diseases that cause disability!"

"And...excitingly—up to 50% of acquired disabling diseases and injuries!"

"The bright future of mankind lies in our own hands! In our hands, mankind will truly..."

(End of this chapter)