American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

But when he stumbled closer, he found out——

Isn't that Jonathan?

He was a ragged middle-aged man with messy black hair and a face covered in dust, holding a baby tightly in his arms.

As if he saw Locke, he hurriedly threw the baby and a strange object into Locke's arms.

Then it turned into ashes and disappeared in front of Locke.

【ding~】

【Adoption successful.】

【Currently adopted character: Dio Brando】

Please help them grow healthily in mind, body, and spirit, and build a great career.

[Parental privileges have been loaded: the golden body of the Joestar family. ]

[Countdown to the next adopted character: Nine years]

Gold Finger has arrived

But Locke couldn't be happy.

He stared at the blond baby in his arms, the star birthmark on its neck, and the stone mask in his other hand, lost in thought.

Can I just say it's you, Dior?

Burned down my cousin’s farm as soon as he appeared?

He has done all kinds of bad things.

"Locke!"

"Locke!"

At the same time, two exclaimed shouts came from behind Locke, and Jonathan and his wife were running towards him with anxious faces.

But the most eye-catching thing.

Or the baby they both held in their arms.

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This world is DC, and there are no other Marvel characters except for a few familiar mutants.

The rest of the mutants in this world are not local mutants, but are randomly invading alien species.

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Chapter 2 Diokente

"Is this okay?"

Driving a tractor to stuff the oval object covered with black cloth into the basement of his warehouse, Locke said in a procedural manner, "Are you really going to adopt that baby?"

"You know, we need a baby."

Jonathan patted Locke's shoulder, his tone firm, a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

Locke frowned, his eyes swept towards the still smoking remains of the Kent family's barn, and said worriedly:

"But your warehouse just burned down. What are you going to do with this year's harvest? Economically speaking."

"Hahaha"

Jonathan smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.

"Actually, I didn't have time to store the grain in the warehouse this afternoon, so the loss wasn't that great."

"Fortunately, most of the wheat is still piled in a temporary shed beside the field."

Hearing this, Locke's guilt dissipated a lot.

He always felt that it was because he had attracted Dio that this accident happened.

That fire, that mysteriously disappeared man, everything was so weird.

Is this how this adoption gold finger sends him a child?

"Let's go, Martha is still waiting for us."

Interrupting Locke's thoughts, Jonathan's tone became more relaxed.

The two walked towards the Kent house together.

The afterglow of the moonlight cast a dark red cast on the charred ruins of the barn.

Fortunately, this is a remote farm, and the fire in a granary will not attract many people's attention.

The house was built on Locke Farm, closer to Jonathan so that it could be seen at a glance.

"Boom!"

When I opened the door, Martha was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding two babies in her arms, her face full of worry.

"You're back!"

She raised her head and glanced anxiously at the two of them. "Is that spaceship hidden?"

Locke nodded and whispered, "I put it in my basement, covered it with black cloth. No one will find it for the time being."

Martha breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense shoulders relaxed.

"It's really strange, though," Jonathan muttered softly, sitting on the sofa, his rough fingers gently stroking Clark's swaddling clothes. "How could the barn suddenly catch fire? There's no problem with the circuit, there's no thunderstorm, and there wasn't even a spark."

Martha shook her head, looking confused:

"The fire started shortly after we left. It was almost like..." She paused, as if choosing her words, "like something just crashed into it?"

Locke's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. He cleared his throat and said half-truthfully:

"Perhaps the weather was too dry? The temperature inside the grain pile was too high and a fire broke out?"

"When I found the child at my doorstep, I heard a loud bang, and then your barn caught fire."

Hearing this, Jonathan and Martha looked up at the same time, their eyes shifting back and forth between Locke and Dio.

"You're saying," Jonathan frowned, "that the barn was on fire when this kid showed up?"

Locke nodded, deliberately showing a helpless expression:

"I find it strange, but that's the truth."

"Is that so?" Martha was silent for a moment, then sighed softly. She lowered her head to look at the two children in her arms, a smile slowly rising from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were so gentle that they could almost melt ice and snow. "Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise."

She looked down at the two children in her arms.

"The more I look at these two children, the more I like them. Especially this little one, he sleeps so soundly."

She gently stroked Clark's forehead and glanced at Dio on the other side. "It's just that this little blond guy was crying so hard just now, but now he's finally quiet."

Jonathan was stunned for a moment, then he laughed too.

"Yes, although we lost a granary, we gained two good children."

Locke couldn't help laughing as he took a few steps closer and looked down at Dio.

The baby's golden hair shone faintly under the light, and the star-shaped birthmark on its neck was particularly eye-catching.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch Dio's little hand, but the other party suddenly grabbed his fingers.

"It seems he likes you very much, Locke." Martha handed the baby in her arms to Locke and smiled, then said sadly, "Do you really want to adopt this child? You are still single now. If you adopt this child..."

"Well, since I just happened to pick up this child," Locke took Dio and held him in his arms, "Maybe this is the fate between him and me, just like you and that child."

"Hahahaha!"

"So from today on, we have two little ones in our family! Clark Kent, and..."

He paused and looked at Locke, "What should this child be called?"

Locke was silent for a moment, the man who turned into ashes and the cold prompt sound of the system in his ears flashed through his mind.

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Dio Kent."

"Dio Kent," Jonathan repeated, nodding with a smile. "What a great name!"

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Seven years passed in a flash.

No one would notice that there were two more children in two ordinary families.

Perhaps it was even thanks to those two little guys that the lives of the farmers in Smallville have been getting better and better in recent years.

Even Locke, a farmer who had only been in business for a few years, expanded the scale of his farm and got rid of the tax burden by relying on careful budgeting and mutual support with Jonathan.

The same was true for Jonathan and Martha. Their barn had been rebuilt and was even more spacious and sturdy than before. Even the old tractor was replaced with the latest model.

But what the townspeople talked about most were the two children of the Kent family—

Clark and Dior.

Clark showed unique qualities from a young age.

He was incredibly strong. At the age of five, he could easily lift bales of hay that even adults could not lift; he ran like a gust of wind, and even the fastest sheepdog on Smallville Farm could not catch up with him.

Jonathan and Martha were both proud and worried when they discovered that Clark was different from ordinary people.

He could only remind Clark again and again, "Be careful and don't get discovered."

In contrast, Dior is typical——

Other people’s children.

He could read books fluently at the age of three, and at the age of five he and Clark helped Locke work together, being polite and respectful to everyone.

Even in the town's kindergarten, he was known as a 'well-mannered and gifted child' by his teachers.

The residents of the small town are extremely envious.

She frequently comes to Locke to ask about parenting tips and Dio's daily life.

So….

What do our gifted children do in their daily lives?

"dad."

"Uncle Jonathan wooooo"

"Clark, you bullied Dio again, didn't you?" Martha squatted down and wiped Dio's tears. "Be good, don't cry."

"I didn't," Clark said helplessly, holding up a book with some thin, sticky stuff on it. "I just wanted to see what Dio was reading, but I accidentally used too much force and threw the book into the pig trough."

"Clark, don't use force against your brother. Your power is too great, and Dio is just an ordinary man." Jonathan sighed, "You need to learn to hold back your power."

"I really held back." Clark said, feeling more and more aggrieved, his eyes reddening. "I really didn't mean it."

"Okay, Clark." Martha touched Clark's head, "You are the older brother, apologize to Dio first."

"Why am I apologizing again? I'm clearly not wrong!"

"boom!"