American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

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.

"Giorno."

"What about your other uncles?" Locke hesitated for a moment, "or aunts?"

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.

Chapter 22 WXR9 Revived by Kryptonite, Dio's Choice

Dio and Clark stood at the door, their eyes wide open, staring straight at the huge black shadow that slowly stood up in the direction of the barn.

The rain blew in and dripped down their hair, but no one bothered to wipe it off.

"Dad." Dio's voice was a little nervous. "What the hell is that?"

"Did that kid leave it for us?"

"Dio." Clark felt that his situation was very bad. According to common sense, he should be able to clearly see the black shadow opposite through the rain, and even before opening the door, he might be able to discover the abnormality at the first time, but

All his senses seemed to be covered by a layer of fog at this moment.

"Uncle Locke."

"I"

Clark's lips turned slightly pale: "I seem to be a little..."

Before he could finish his words, an unprecedented feeling of weakness suddenly swept over his body, causing his knees to go weak and he fell forward.

"Clark!"

Locke was quick-witted and quick-handed, and used his strong arms to catch the boy's falling body.

The moment he touched it, he immediately noticed something unusual—

Clark's body temperature was alarmingly low and his muscles were twitching uncontrollably.

This is no ordinary physical discomfort.

In the rain, the dark shadow of the barn has stood up completely.

With the occasional flash of lightning, Locke finally saw the true face of that thing -

A humanoid monster made of metal fragments, more than three meters tall.

The most terrifying thing is that the faint green light emitted from its body is particularly dazzling on a rainy night.

"Kryptonite."

Locke's heart sank to the bottom.

No wonder Clark suddenly became weak, no wonder even his super senses couldn't give him an early warning.

This damn green stone was made to restrain Clark.

"Dad, dad," Dio's voice suddenly became sharp, "that thing is moving!"

是 的

The metal monster began to move.

Its movements were a bit stiff at first, but with each step, the metal fragments at the joints made a teeth-grinding friction sound, as if it was gradually 'adapting' to this body.

"Bring Clark into the house! Dio!" Locke shouted sternly.

Gritting his teeth, Dio summoned the world and intended to drag Clark away.

However, the action that was usually easy was now extremely difficult——

Clark's weight seemed to have suddenly increased tenfold, and every step he took felt like he was dragging a mountain.

"Will you die if you don't eat enough, you big fool?"