American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 361 The Greek Ragnarok Begins

barn.

Peter had Zu start the tractor and start the lawn mower.

A "booming" sound suddenly rang out in the barn.

Peter still felt it was not enough, so he asked Zu to turn on the belt conveyor.

All kinds of mechanical sounds immediately echoed in the barn.

The piercing noise suddenly made Clark's expression look painful.

He covered his ears, but the amplified sound continued to echo in his ears, vibrating his eardrums.

"John, go outside and talk in the weakest voice you can."

Peter said to A-Zu who was beside him.

A-Zu nodded, "Okay, Dad."

As A-Zu, who developed faster than Clark, had already gone through this stage, so he didn't feel anything.

It's just that his super hearing is gradually enhanced.

After Clark became blind, his hearing suddenly became extremely powerful, which was something A-Zu had never imagined.

When A-Zu walked back to the outside of the barn, Clark covered his ears, his body shook, and he seemed to be a little unstable.

"Clark, can you hold on?"

Peter looked at Clark's painful expression and wondered if he had set the difficulty too high at the beginning.

"Yes, Godfather, I'm fine."

Clark placed his hands on Peter, supporting himself so he wouldn't fall.

"I heard it. I heard John's voice."

Trying hard to concentrate and block out other chaotic and useless voices in his mind, he heard what Zu said to him outside.

Although it was intermittent, the sound was soon drowned out by other mechanical sounds.

"I did, Godfather."

Clark said excitedly to Peter: "I can, I can do it, Godfather."

"Of course, I know you can, Clark, now go on, focus your mental energy and capture the sound you want to hear most."

Peter squeezed Clark's shoulder and said to him in the barn filled with harsh noises.

Clark nodded excitedly and continued to follow Peter's instructions, concentrating on listening to what Zu was saying outside.

Clark heard countless complex voices, but he focused all his attention on listening to the most useful words that he wanted to hear the most.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came into his hearing range.

That seemed to be the voice of a parent.

"Jonathan, we need to consider asking someone to help. You look tired, and I'm worried about you."

Mother Martha's words were full of worry.

Father Jonathan's voice rang out, "No, Martha, we don't have any extra money."

"It won't help if you're tired, Jonathan."

Jonathan, who was breathing slightly, seemed to hold up a glass of water and asked his mother, "What are you doing?"

"Apply to the Bureau of Education for the Handicapped to arrange a special teacher for Clark."

Hearing his mother say that she would apply for a special teacher for Clark, Jonathan put down his water cup and said, "Clark's counselor said that he can attend classes normally."

"Till what time?"

The mother's voice became a little excited. "His life has changed, and so has yours. You both refuse to admit it. You are both stubborn. Jonathan, you are unwilling to accept Peter's help. I don't understand what you are thinking. Peter is Clark's godfather. He is not an outsider."

Seeing his wife's excitement, Jonathan tried to speak, but Martha's voice drowned him out.

"Clark is no longer the omnipotent Superman. He needs to rely on others. Jonathan, you too, you have to start relying on others too."

"Bang"!
After saying this, Martha threw the pen in her hand on the table and left the living room without waiting for Jonathan to speak.

"clang!"

It happened that the nails on the conveyor belt were vibrated to the ground, and the crisp sound made Clark cover his ears and make a painful sound.

Peter immediately shut down all the machines and supported Clark.

"Are you okay Clarke?"

"I'm fine, Godfather."

Clark said to Peter with a forced smile on his face.

"Let's take a rest first."

Peter asked Clark to sit down and rest for a while, and asked Azuzu to stop muttering.

Sitting in the chair, Clark felt a little uncomfortable.

The quarrel between his parents just now affected his mood.

"Godfather, super hearing, the more I hear, the more painful it will be, because... I can always hear the voices that I don't want to hear."

"No, why do you say that? Clark."

Peter sat down and asked him.

“I heard my parents arguing.”

"Well," Peter nodded, "I guess it must be Martha arguing with Jonathan, because Jonathan's stubbornness can really make people angry sometimes."

Clark: “.”

He now wanted to ask if his godfather sometimes used his super hearing to eavesdrop on his parents' quarrels.

But he felt that if he asked this question, it would seem that he did not trust the Godfather, so he had to swallow the words.

"Clark, you have to understand that the stronger your super hearing becomes, the more different thoughts you will hear from people. You will hear the noble people talking loudly, and you will hear the mean people whispering. You will hear the screams of pain, and you will hear the laughter of joy."

Peter's slowly speaking voice reached his ears.

"Because this is life. There are always too many helplessness in life. Clark, we are not God. We cannot decide other people's fate or change other people's lives."

"Listen to these different voices, absorb the useful ones, and discard the useless ones, so that you can become stronger instead of limiting yourself to entanglement and pain. This is what you should do, and I believe you can do it too."

Listening to Peter's words, Clark's inner haze was mostly dispelled. He took a deep breath and thanked Peter: "Thank you, Godfather, I know how I should deal with these voices."

"As long as you can figure it out."

Peter stood up and prepared to go downstairs.

"By the way, Clark, tell Jonathan not to be so stubborn when you have time. I'm your godfather, and we should help each other."

Peter said to Clark before going downstairs.

Clark felt unwell immediately after hearing what Peter said.

It turned out that the godfather also heard the quarrel between his parents.

Dinner time at the farm.

Raven curiously observed Clark, who was wearing sunglasses.

Seeing Clark clumsily using a knife and fork to eat, she asked Clark in confusion: "Clark, are you blind now?"

"Well, for now."

"That's pathetic."

Raven, who was being held by Kara, made a sympathetic sound.

"But I will take care of you, and Fukujin will take care of you too."

Raven felt a little bad for Clark, but still said she would take care of the blind man.

"Fujin can be your guide bird."

"Oh, thank you, Riven, but it's not necessary. I'm gradually getting used to this state."

Clarke smiled at Raven.

"Or you can be a blind man."

Loki, who was standing next to him, said to Clark, "You don't need super vision if you have super hearing."

A-Zu, who was eating bread, suddenly felt unhappy about this sentence.

He always felt that Loki was hinting at something.

After dinner, Peter used runes to heal Clark's eyes for a while, and then there was a knock on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw Persenev standing outside anxiously.

"Sir, I. I have something I want to talk to you about."

Seeing Clark in the room, Persenev hesitated and said, "How about, we can change the time."

"No, you don't need to. Clark can't see anything."

Clark: “?!”

He felt that the Godfather's hellish joke was a bit too destructive to him.

Perseneve was amused by Peter's words. She adjusted her mood and said to Peter: "I want to tell you, sir, my premonition has been telling me that something big may happen recently."

"What's the big deal?"

"Something big about Olympus, or something so serious that it could overturn the entire Olympus and bring the gods to their twilight."

"Ragnarok?"

Peter muttered to himself and looked at the Queen of the Underworld who looked uneasy.

"Is it related to Diana?"

"I don't know. Inspiration just gave me a hint of a terrible future. Diana is also one of the gods. I think she should be among them."

Persenev said something that made Peter think deeply.

Meanwhile, Antarctica.

The sky was covered with heavy snow, and the extremely cold environment enveloped the pitch-black polar night.

The deserted snowfield exuded a deathly silence.

A few minutes later, a "booming" sound broke the silence of the polar night.

Several snowmobiles were driving on the glacier, and the bright lights pierced the darkness of the night.

The snowmobile stopped when it reached a glacier peak.

The expedition team members, wrapped tightly, got off the snowmobiles and walked to the top of the glacier in the wind and snow.

"PhD!"

The leader of the expedition team shouted to the person walking in front: "You are right, this is our destination."

The middle-aged man wearing gloves and holding a telescope shook his head and said, "No, I miscalculated. He arrived earlier than I did."

As he said this, he looked towards the top of the glacier in front of him.

A naked man with long hair standing in the snow.

Although the environment was freezing cold, strangely the other party was not frozen.

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

The doctor walked on the snow towards the strange man.

"Wait, Doctor, we're not ready yet, don't go over there yet!"

Seeing the doctor walking straight forward, the team leader hurried to stop him.

But the doctor acted as if he didn't hear it and didn't stop at all.

The doctor's companion immediately called out to him, "Stop, Dursun, he can't understand us."

The doctor ignored him and walked directly to the naked man, raising his arms.

"We come in peace, and look, I am unarmed."

The bearded, long-haired man looked down at him.

“We came here just to see you.”

The next second, a sudden change occurred!

The long-haired man grabbed the doctor and "click"!
He bit off half of the doctor's head.

(End of this chapter)