American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Martha's eyes were slightly red. She kissed Clark's forehead and said, "You three remember to come and have pancakes tomorrow morning."

Locke left with the two children, holding Dio in one hand and Clark in the other, and the shadows of the three of them grew longer and longer on the country road.

Dio awkwardly tried to shake off his father's hand, but was held even tighter; Clark, on the other side, was being held hand and jumping around, pointing at the stars in the night sky and exclaiming in amazement from time to time.

"Dio, look! That's the Big Dipper!"

"Idiot, that's Cassiopeia."

"Eh? But obviously."

Listening to the two children's childish quarrel, Locke looked up at the starry sky after the rain.

The Milky Way stretches across the sky, and countless stars twinkle quietly.

In a certain invisible dimension, perhaps there are countless parallel worlds running simultaneously—

In some worlds, Clark becomes a tyrant, and in some worlds, Dio falls into darkness.

But at this moment, on this ordinary Kansas night, he was just an ordinary farmer walking home with his two children.

This is enough.

"Hurry up, boys."

Locke squeezed their hands tightly, "There's half a bucket of ice cream waiting at home."

"I want chocolate flavor!"

"Pineapple is king! Idiot Clark!"

The night wind brought the cheerful arguments of the teenagers, waking up a night owl napping on the fence. It flapped its wings and flew towards the moon, leaving only three figures on the ground, which gradually disappeared at the end of the farm path.

And behind them.

The light in the Kent house was shining gently, like a star that never went out.

-

Standing by the window, Martha's fingers unconsciously stroked the folds of the curtains, just like Clark playing with the tassels just now.

The moonlight filtered through the glass, casting mottled shadows on her tired face.

In the distance, the light from Locke and the two children's flashlights had become a small dot of light at the end of the wheat field.

"Ugh"

The sigh was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it made Jonathan, who was clearing the dishes, stop.

He put down the foamy plate, wiped his rough palms on his apron, and walked behind his wife.

"The kids are growing up, dear."

Jonathan placed his broad palm gently on Martha's shoulder. "They always have their own secrets."

"But," Martha turned, her blue eyes filled with worry, "Locke keeps everything to himself."

She twisted her fingers around her apron. "Just like when he suddenly left town and then suddenly came back."

"He just doesn't want us to worry, dear."

"We have to trust him."

Jonathan picked up the photo frame on the table. Inside was a family photo taken at last year's Harvest Festival.

Locke stood in the middle, holding the heads of the two quarrelsome boys with his left and right hands respectively, his smile brighter than the sunshine behind him.

“There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Taking the photo frame, Martha gently stroked the three children in the photo with her fingertips:

“But he’s always like this.”

"One person leaves and one person comes back."

"You know, we watched him grow up. How old was Locke when I married you? Twelve, right?"

"So he's tougher than we thought."

Jonathan hugged his wife from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"do not worry."

"We are all Kents. The trust between family members needs no words."

"This is enough."

Wind chimes tinkled outside the window, and Jonathan looked out into the night.

The scene in memory emerged from my mind——

On that rainy afternoon twenty-one years ago.

Not long after his marriage, he met Locke, who had come to him to escape his cousin's alcoholism and domestic violence.

The twelve-year-old boy appeared at the farm gate dragging a suitcase, soaking wet but not saying a word.

Like a wolf chased out of the pack.

Lone wolf.

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PS:

[I've changed the outline, folks.]

[The next adopted character found himself a bit tall after fifteen years. The age difference was too outrageous.]

【So it was later changed to nine years.】

【Just letting everyone know. 】

Chapter 26 Clark: Dio, I don’t understand

The steam from the hot shower was still condensing on the bathroom mirror, sliding slowly down the glass.

After accompanying the two children to take a bath, Locke walked into the bedroom, wiping his wet hair and casually draping the towel on the back of the chair. With the slight creaking sound of the mattress, Locke lay on the bed, his left hand unconsciously stroking the blue ladybug on his chest.

Outside the window, a full moon hung over the wheat field. The cold moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

This was the only thing Giorno had left.

The touch of the cold metal reminded him of the strange battle tonight and the Wolverine who claimed to be from another world.

"Mutants"

Locke whispered the word.

Logan's appearance at least confirmed one thing——

The urban legends about mutants in this world are not just rumors.

What Locke didn't expect was that these people with X genes were actually uninvited guests who were "thrown" from other worlds.

"Does this count as tearing the dimensional barrier?"

Staring at the cracks in the ceiling, Locke's thoughts were like the swaying wheat waves outside the window.

Although Logan didn't say it explicitly, you can guess it with your toes.

After first excluding the chatterbox who wears red tights all day, the person who has this ability might be...

god?

Locke rolled over, the mattress springs making a protesting sound.

Giorno's words echoed in his mind again.

'Professor Charles'

'Anti-Injustice Social Republican Party'

Obviously

Professor X was also drawn into this trans-temporal farce and even became the spiritual leader of the resistance army in the future.

But what disturbed him most was the contradiction in the timeline.

I was originally certain that Giorno came from a parallel universe, after all, the system promised to send more children.

But tonight's kryptonite monster

Taking a deep breath, Locke unconsciously clenched the sheets with his fingers.

The time and place of the metal killing machine's appearance were too precise.

If he hadn't discovered it in time, according to normal development, based on his understanding of Jonathan and his wife,

Martha's blueberry pie should be fresh from the oven and still steaming hot.

She would wrap the iron plate with the napkin embroidered with sunflowers, and Jonathan would complain about "eating sweets so late" while happily starting the tractor.

Then, at a certain turn.

A huge metallic shadow suddenly appeared in the moonlight.

Martha's screams were drowned out by the rain, and Jonathan tried in vain to block his wife with his body.

In the end, Wolverine came late to put an end to everything.

"Damn it!"

Locke sat up suddenly, and the curly hair on his forehead was soaked with cold sweat.

This deduction is too real, as if I saw it with my own eyes.

Now he finally understood what Giorno meant by 'Grandma Martha whom I have never met'.

In that pre-altered future, the Kents did die tonight.

And if something happens to them

Nadio and Clark.

He remembered what the system said eight years ago.

【ding~】

【Adoption successful.】

【Currently adopted character: Dio Brando】

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

What will Dior look like if he grows crooked?

Is it still in line with the healthy growth of his golden finger?

Could this be the reason why the system crashed?

The night wind suddenly picked up, causing the windows to vibrate slightly.

His fingertips touched the ladybug on his chest again, which was as quiet as a dead object. The coolness of the metal calmed Locke down.

Regardless, history has changed.

The means of the unknown existence mentioned by Giorno have failed.

Martha's blueberry pie is still sitting there in the kitchen, and Jonathan is going to complain about back pain tomorrow morning.

Dio and Clark were still arguing in low voices next door. Words like "ice cream flavors" and "how to trick Aunt Martha into buying a game console" could be vaguely heard.

"Whoo~"

Locke breathed a sigh of relief. This ordinary noise actually relaxed his tense nerves a little.

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Next door bedroom.

Dio sat cross-legged on the bed, his blond hair gleaming in the moonlight.

He folded his arms arrogantly, staring at Clark on the bed opposite him with red eyes:

"Hey, Clark, you didn't do anything tonight. Shouldn't you do my share tomorrow?"