American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

After a few seconds, the light faded.

In the man's hand, there was only a packaging bag left, which looked the same size, but had a completely different texture.

Its entire body presents a warm, peculiar white color that is neither gold nor jade. The surface is smooth and delicate, with faint lines shimmering.

This is no ordinary packaging bag...

It's like a natural work of art!

"Who are you.?"

Locke said strangely.

"Passers-by."

The man spoke, his tone as ordinary as his appearance: "I think you might need this."

After saying that, he shook his wrist lightly.

The glowing diaper seemed to be held by an invisible hand, floating towards Locke steadily and accurately.

Subconsciously reaching out to catch it, Locke felt it was wonderfully warm and soft.

"Hey! You guy." Locke wanted to ask more.

But before he could finish his words, he looked up and saw that the shadow under the street light was empty.

The mysterious man in a black windbreaker and a top hat turned into ink blending into the night, and disappeared without a trace, like a phantom that had never existed.

The cold wind still blew, and the incandescent light bulbs in the convenience store made a slight sound of electricity.

Locke and Dio looked at each other, and saw extreme confusion in each other's eyes.

Everything that happened in those few tens of seconds was full of surreal absurdity.

“He made it so fancy.”

Looking down at the gift in his hand, Locke was a little stunned.

The fragments of information buried in the corner of memory have also been pried open by this bizarre encounter.

A black trench coat, a top hat, and a silver chain hanging from his chest.

The dragon can only be seen from its tail but not its head.

Phantom Stranger…

Phantom Stranger.

Locke looked strange.

Legend has it that this man is a bystander, free from time and space, as ancient and mysterious as the universe itself.

He always wears his iconic top hat and a black trench coat that never seems to be worn.

Motives? No one can really guess.

Power? It was unfathomable, as if the rules themselves had to bow before him.

He would only appear mysteriously at the time and space nodes where he was needed, and then disappear without a trace just as mysteriously.

So we can draw a conclusion.

This guy is raiding Smallville for diapers late at night.

Maybe it’s because I need diapers at this point in time and space.

"."

Ok…

This conclusion was so absurd that even Locke himself found it ridiculous.

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The farm welcomed back the tired people late at night.

The warmth in the house dispelled the chill of the night wind, but it also brought a hint of...

A familiar sense of crisis.

"hiss--!"

An extremely clear gasp sounded like an alarm in the quiet living room!

Locke, who was holding Sarafiel and about to put him down, paused.

Dior, who had just taken off his coat and was about to wash his hands, suddenly had a look on his face!

This sound...

They are so familiar!

"coming!"

Locke growled and reacted as fast as lightning.

He took a quick step forward, not giving Dio any time to react. With his extremely skillful hands, he stuffed Sarafiel, who was planning something big, into Dio's arms.

"Hold on tight! Emergency!"

Locke spoke very quickly, his face solemn as if he had experienced countless actual combat experiences.

"I'm going to wash my hands and get ready for battle! Hold on!"

However, he had just entered the bathroom and put his hand under the faucet, and the foam hadn't even started yet...

"dad--!!!"

A cry filled with extreme shock, disbelief, and even terror suddenly came from the direction of the living room!

The voice belonged to Dio, but it was so sharp that it broke.

Locke's heart skipped a beat!

He didn't even have time to shake the water off his hands, and almost crawled out of the kitchen. He wiped his wet hands on his pants, his heart in his throat.

Could it be.

"What's wrong, Dio?! Sarafiel..."

Locke's voice stopped abruptly.

He saw the scene on the living room carpet.

Dio held Sarafiel, but at Dio's feet, there were scattered...

Four or five new, clean-looking baby diapers were lying haphazardly on the floor.

That in itself is nothing.

The problem lies in Dio's hands.

One of his hands was still holding Sarafiel, and the other hand was tightly clenched...

The diaper that was given to me by a stranger and that emitted a warm glow.

In front of Locke, Dio pulled it out casually!

Swish!

A new diaper was pulled out and thrown at his feet.

Swish! Another one!

Swish! Another one!

Every extraction was incredibly smooth, as if that small bag was connected to a diaper factory in another dimension!

Even no matter how many Dio pulled out.

The thickness and bulge of the packaging bag in his hand did not decrease at all!

It still maintains the plump state it was in when Locke first got it, and even the warm glow is flowing steadily, as if silently mocking human common sense and the law of conservation of matter!

"This...this is impossible!"

Dio's voice trembled with the feeling of having his worldview repeatedly crushed.

He stopped extracting, looked down in disbelief at the five or six diapers piled up at his feet, then suddenly looked up at the bag that was motionless and still bulging.

"I...I drew six! Seven? How come...it's not less at all?"

"This doesn't conform to any known laws of physics! What about conservation of energy?! What about conservation of mass?!"

Do you think stand-ins and time stopping are consistent with physics?

Ugh.

My silly son.

Locke sighed and patted Dio's head, looking helpless.

".What's that look in your eyes, Dad?!" Dio's mouth twitched. "The point now is..."

"Is that guy the Diaper Immortal?!"

He seemed to be questioning Locke, and also seemed to be questioning this strange gift.

Or questioning this reality that has suddenly become magical.

Locke was silent.

He let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

It felt like tonight's experience was more bizarre than all the crises he had faced in the past ten years combined.

"All right……"

The head of the family finally found his voice.

He walked over, bent down to pick up a scattered ordinary diaper, and skillfully began to change Sarafiel's diaper, his movements smooth and fluid, as if nothing had happened just now.

"It seems... your brother may even be the diaper of the Kent family's descendants in the next few years."

While skillfully performing the replacement, Locke looked at the still swollen artifact in Dio's hand, his tone as calm as if he was stating a simple and clear fact such as the Milky Way is larger than the solar system.

“…We really don’t have to worry anymore.”

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Update 10,000 words to cheer everyone up!

Chapter 74 Dio: Saigonni, hi, you iron duck!

Since acquiring Endless Diapers, the Kent family has found peace again.

but.

In the dappled shadow of the barn.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The air was filled with dull, rhythmic sounds, like the beating of war drums.

Today, the long-awaited exciting fighting began.

"Mu Da! Mu Da! Mu Da!"

The tall and burly figure who controlled the world, Dio used his armor-covered fists to summon a golden meteor shower, bombarding Clark's broad and solid back without reservation and continuously.

Each punch contained a terrifying force that was enough to crush rocks as it struck Clark's muscles!

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

The boy didn't even stagger, just adjusted his stance slightly.

"Dio...haha..."

Clark laughed dryly twice, his tone a little helpless and relaxed, "How about... let's just forget about it today?"

"It's just helping Sarafiel take a bath, I can do it too."