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

Chapter 521 Clark's Lost Father's Dream
"I think you never take off this strange watch of yours."

Kara looked at the watch on Peter's wrist curiously.

"Your wound doesn't hurt anymore?"

Peter glanced at her fair belly, frowned and asked her.

"hiss!"

As soon as Peter mentioned it, Kara immediately felt a pain in her lower abdomen.

The burning and stinging sensation came in waves, making her frown.

"You're not cut out to be a teacher, Kara."

After Peter used the rune to heal the other person's wound, he stood up and said to her.

"Let Persephone stay with you next time so that you don't end up hurting yourself due to your reckless and mindless actions."

Kara, who felt much better, said unconvincedly: "Peter, this is just like you falling down while walking. It is an unavoidable tragedy."

Then she turned her eyes to Peter's wrist, "You still haven't told me what your watch is for? It doesn't look like an ordinary chronograph to me."

Kara is determined to get to the bottom of Peter's watch issue.

Peter didn't answer directly, he looked down at his watch.

The hands of the watch have moved about three-quarters of the distance. According to the previous operating frequency, it will reach the end in about a month.

Compared to the time interval between Mark and Tom, the interval between this advent is even shorter.

Stroking his beard and looking at his watch, Peter fell into deep thought.

I don’t know what type of baby this time will be.

Originally, he thought that the world limited by the system was framed in the American comics world, but now it seems that it is not limited to this kind of world.

If different types of fictional worlds unfold, the range of choices available to the "father-sad person" will be extremely wide.

Moreover, there are many "father-worried people" in this fictional world who are more difficult to deal with than Tom.

What if he were to encounter an Itachi from the Naruto world, or a Mordred from the Fate world, who specializes in harassing their fathers, wouldn't he have to worry about his life at all times?

Also.

Peter sighed slightly. The Weasley family in the Hogwarts world has always been famous for having many children, but even if they have many children, they only have seven.

I just hope that after the system plug-in gives me the seventh "Father's Worry", it will calm down for a while.

Now with six children living on the farm, he is beginning to lose control of the situation.

He could already imagine his miserable future life if he had a few more children at the current rate.

"What's wrong? Did I ask you a difficult question, Peter?"

Seeing that Peter was frowning and not speaking, Kara asked puzzledly.

"No, I just thought of something else."

Peter shook his head, looked at the watch on his wrist, and said to her: "Actually, I am not from Earth."

"what?!"

Kara was shocked by Peter's serious expression and words.

"You're not from Earth?"

"Yes, I am a Trisolaran living on Alpha Centauri. We live on a planet surrounded by three stars, so we are called 'Trisolaran'. The environment of Trisolaran planet is extremely harsh, with irregular gravitational fields and ever-changing climates. This makes the physiological structure and adaptability of Trisolarans very different from humans."

Kara was stunned by Peter's casual nonsense.

"Really, Peter?"

"Yes. Our social system is highly centralized. All individual values ​​are based on whether they can contribute to the whole. The law only has two judgments: innocent or guilty. Guilty means execution. Our lifespan depends on how long we can serve the whole. If we can't continue to serve, our life will end. That's why my appearance doesn't change much."

"And the reason why I look at this watch so frequently is because when the hour hand reaches the end, I will return to my planet. Kara, are you willing to go back with me then?"

"what?!"

Faced with Peter's sudden serious question, Kara's brain fell into a daze.

After a while, she said hesitantly and uneasily: "I need to think about it carefully."

Is this an alternative emotional confession? !

But I am Clark's cousin, and Peter is Clark's godfather. Wouldn't this mess up the generations?
Also, why does this Trisolaran people sound so unreliable?

"Okay, I was just joking with you. Your wound hasn't healed completely yet. It's best not to move around. Just lie down at home and rest for a few days."

While Kara was hesitating, Peter stood up and said he was just joking.

Hearing Peter say it was a joke, Kara was stunned for a moment. Then, regardless of her own injuries, Supergirl jumped up and pounced on Peter like an enraged lioness.

With a "bang", Kara's body was grabbed by Peter from the air and suppressed forcefully.

But because of her reckless behavior, the wound opened again. She could only lie on the bed in tears and be cared for by Persephone and Rhea.

At night, after Peter's family finished dinner, Raven and Tom went back to their room early to study.

With the final exams approaching, the two are now studying late into the night for the sake of their grades.

As for Mark and Rocky.

Mark's grades have always been stable, and Rocky didn't take the exam too seriously, so the two of them stayed in the living room watching TV.

"Godfather, can we talk?"

Peter was about to ask Rhea to bring the meal to the injured Kara's room when he heard Clark's voice.

Turning back, he saw Clark with a worried look on his face.

"of course."

Peter got up, took some clothes, and asked Clark to go with him to the "secret base" in the barn to talk.

The cool moonlight poured down, and the cold ground seemed covered with a layer of silver frost, adding even more chill to the cold winter night.

With a creaking sound, Peter and Clark walked up the barn stairs to the second floor.

In the barn, the cold wind blew in with a whistling sound through the wall that Karaj's sight could penetrate.

Going up to the second floor of the barn, Peter turned to Clark, who looked worried, and asked, "What's wrong? Did something bother you in high school?"

"No, it's not, Godfather."

Clark clenched his fists, a conflicted expression on his face.

After a while, he asked Peter, "Godfather, is my father's heart disease problem serious?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, don't worry, Clark, your father doesn't have a heart disease, he just has some arrhythmia, the doctor thinks there will be no problem as long as he pays attention to rest."

"How did you know about your father's heart problems, Clark?"

Peter asked him.

“When I returned to the farm from school in the afternoon, I heard the conversation between my father and mother.”

Clark said sadly: "I know I shouldn't eavesdrop on their conversation, but I'm sorry, Godfather, I've been afraid of losing them, losing you, and everyone else."

Peter came over and comforted him, "Don't worry, Clark, that won't happen. What you fear will never happen."

"but."

Clark raised his eyes, with a hint of fear and confusion in his gaze, "Godfather, I once had a dream."

"Dream? What dream?"

"I dreamed that on a quiet afternoon, my father was working in the barn. It should be a normal day, the sun was shining, and my father walked into the barn, and he just fell to the ground, and then, when we found him, he had stopped breathing."

When Peter heard what Clark said, his heart suddenly became heavy.

"The doctor said Dad died of a heart attack and they couldn't save him. It was too late."

Clark's voice got lower and lower. "Then, there was my father's funeral. I knew it was a dream, but that dream was too real. Snowflakes were floating in the sky, and the ground was stained with a layer of white. In the church, everyone wore black clothes with white flowers on their chests. My mother was crying."

Clark's eyes turned red when he said this. "I know it was just a dream, but I was really scared when I heard that Dad had heart problems."

"Godfather, you look young. When I face you, I may not feel lost. But when I face my parents and see their increasingly aged faces, fear will seize my heart for a moment."

Peter listened to Clark's words and was silent for a moment. He then reached out and put his hand on his shoulder and comforted him, "Don't be afraid or anxious, Clark. As we grow up and our parents get older, we will all worry that they will leave us, but we shouldn't be overly afraid. Life is short. If we lose precious time because of the fear of today for an unknown tomorrow, it's not worth it, don't you think?"

"Your dreams may just be a reflection of your inner consciousness, Clark. I am now in charge of human dreams. I know what different dreams represent. They are the thoughts of the soul and our secret true feelings."

Clark received some warmth from Peter's hand. He frowned and said, "But, Godfather, that dream was extremely clear, as if it had really happened."

"Ah."

Peter cast his gaze toward the dark field outside. "Perhaps, it really happened in a corner of the world, but not in our world. Just like the unjust world we experienced, in a distant parallel world, one afternoon, perhaps such a tragedy happened. But here, the Godfather promised you that he would not let this happen again."

Peter looked at Clark with burning eyes, "I will not let Jonathan lose his life because of the disease. I have contacted Bruce. We can take Jonathan to Gotham tomorrow to receive the best treatment."

Just as Peter finished speaking, his cell phone rang.

He picked up the phone and saw it was Bruce calling.

"Bruce?"

"Sir, something unexpected has happened. Can you come to Gotham?"

(End of this chapter)