American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 111 Locke: Since things have come to this, let's eat the pie first.

Let's rewind to three hours ago.

The Kent farm was quiet and peaceful in the night, until a faint light quietly swept across the yard.

"Ciao~ Grandpa Locke, long time no see. And..."

A stylish young man with a distinctive hairstyle turned to Jonathan beside him, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"This must be Grandpa Jonathan, right?"

"Giorono?"

Locke squinted, scrutinizing the suddenly appearing young man.

Compared to the naive boy he was five years ago, Giorno in front of him was clearly much more mature, but...
The worry in those eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Sorry for the sudden visit."

Giorno straightened up, his expression turning serious. "But we really have no other choice, Grandpa."

He took a deep breath, his pale lips slightly parted, as if a tremendous burden was about to be unleashed.

however……

Locke, however, acted first, raising his hand to make a gentle gesture to stop them.

"Let's not talk about that now."

The man's voice remained deep and steady, carrying a kind of inexplicable reassuring power.

He stepped aside to make way for the warm, bright passageway into the house, speaking in a natural tone as if he were simply greeting a long-absent nephew or niece returning home.

"Let's talk while we eat."

"There's still a blueberry pie that your grandma Martha baked last night warm in the kitchen. She always says there's too much sugar in it, but I think it's just right."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Giorno's slightly dusty clothes, which were covered in bits of grass, and his tone carried a certainty based on past experience: "No matter how urgent things are in the future, we can always make a difference if we can't wait to eat this meal."

"..."

Giorno's cheeks felt slightly warm.

Was Grandpa hinting at the steak incident from last time?

"As long as you don't spill all the key information like you did last time..." Locke said, a barely perceptible, nostalgic smile even appearing on his lips, "you won't be able to stay for as long as it takes to drink a cup of tea this time, will you?"

This sudden, heartwarming act of care disrupted my rhythm.

Giorno paused, his taut shoulders visibly relaxing slightly.

"I just can't do anything with you, Grandpa."

The young man shrugged, and the sharp, urgent light in his eyes softened slightly, replaced by a hint of感慨 and helplessness.

In the end, he simply nodded slightly, as if he had unloaded some of the invisible burden.

"Let's eat first and then talk about it."

He followed Locke into the living room, which was filled with the aroma of food and warm light, bringing with him his fashionable attire that seemed out of place on the Kent family farm.

Jonathan was left standing alone on the porch, the evening breeze ruffling his graying temples.

His face was filled with huge question marks and a sense of bewilderment, like "Who am I? Where am I?"

The brain seems to be struggling to process the explosive information about "future people," "grandsons," and "donut aliens."

He watched as Locke led the strange young man to the dining table with remarkable ease.

They even casually grabbed an extra set of cutlery from the closet, making it seem like they were preparing for a perfectly ordinary family late-night snack.

About twenty or thirty seconds passed before Martha's surprised yet warm greeting came from the living room.

It was only when Giorno greeted him with a polite yet unmistakably exotic accent that Jonathan was jolted awake from his petrified state, as if pricked by a needle.

He strode into the living room and almost tripped over the doormat.

His voice rose several octaves with urgency and disbelief, even cracking slightly, as he exclaimed in astonishment at his younger brother, who was calmly cutting apple pie for his future grandson:
"Locke! What on earth is going on?!"

"You better explain yourself clearly! What time traveler? What grandfather? What did he mean by what he just said? And now he's eating pies?!"

"Jonathan."

Locke calmly placed a slice of apple pie in front of Giorno without looking up and said, "Since things have come to this, let's eat the pie first."
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Time passed slowly in a strange atmosphere.

In the living room, under the warm light, the only sound was the occasional soft clinking of a silver fork against a porcelain plate.

Locke, in his usual tone, explained the identity of the young man with the unique hairstyle to his brother and sister-in-law, who were still in a state of great shock.

"Dior's future child?!"

They were surprised to learn that this elegant and eloquent young man might actually be their grandson.

Martha instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes gleaming with an incredulous yet gentle light, thinking of the bloodline left behind by Dio Kent, whom they had watched grow up.

Her gaze lingered on Giorno's face, as if trying to find a familiar outline and superimpose the image of the blond boy in her memory onto the young man before her.

The child who used to always cry in her arms
He also became a father in the future.

A strange connection that transcended time and space brought a slight warmth to Martha's eyes.

Jonathan's reaction was more direct.

He took a deep breath, but choked on the apple pie he hadn't yet swallowed, coughing repeatedly until his face turned red. Martha quickly patted his back, but her gaze remained fixed on Giorno.

"I never imagined that we would be in that world..."

Jonathan, having caught his breath, looked up, a flicker of lingering fear and realization in his eyes, his brows furrowed tightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the living room seemed to freeze.

Martha stopped patting him and gently stepped forward to hold her husband's rough, large hand, expressing her silent support.

After a moment of silence, Jonathan suddenly turned his head, glaring at his younger brother who remained calm throughout, with a hint of resentment tinged with relief at having survived a close call.

"so"

He paused, trying to make his voice sound more even.

"Was it that night back then? That chaotic night?"

“Yes, that was the night you felt the IRS came knocking and everyone was panicking.” Locke picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and added calmly, “But actually, there was a mechanical monster that also came to join the fun.”

听完
Jonathan's lips twitched a few times, finally turning into a long, speechless sigh.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face hard, as if trying to erase this shocking fact from his mind.

But I'm mostly relieved.

Because they were still sitting there, eating pie, and shocked by such a bizarre thing.

After all, in Giorno's world...

"Grandpa Jonathan, Grandma Martha."

Giorno, who had been elegantly sipping his blueberry pie, gently wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

He looked up, a slightly complicated smile on his face that seemed somewhat incongruous with his youthful appearance, which broke the slightly somber atmosphere.

“You two don’t need to worry too much about that future that hasn’t happened yet.” He carefully chose his words. “Strictly speaking, I can’t really be considered a ‘person from the future’ in your common sense.”

His gaze shifted slightly to Salafir, who was intently working on the apple pie and seemed to only half-understand the adults' conversation, a hint of unfathomable emotion flickering in his eyes.

"Just like in the world I came from."

"I don't have the chance to have another one like that..."

He paused, seemingly searching for the right words, before finally fixing his gaze on Locke.

“...my young uncle.”

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Locke's face darkened, and Giorno's teasing expression made him nod irritably.

However, it seems they had already anticipated that the child would say that.

He leaned forward slightly, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and began to guide the conversation to its core:
"So, what you're saying is...?"

"Ah."

Giorno nodded firmly, his expression becoming increasingly serious. "Back then, our ideas were extremely simple, even naive."

"We thought that by using the Speed ​​Force, mental power, and the power of our Kent family bloodline, we could locate that key time point from back then, travel through time, and change a point in the past. This way, we could easily steer the train from the dark future onto a brighter track, just like switching a switch."

“But unfortunately…” His tone carried a hint of self-reflection on his past arrogance, “the way things turned out was completely different from what we initially imagined.”

His voice lowered.

"It was only when we discovered that history had not changed that we gradually realized that the timeline did not work that way."

"It is not a large tree with countless possible branches, waiting for us to choose from."

"The timeline of each universe is more like..."

"A single flow of time, solid and unique, cannot be shaken without great power, and even more difficult to truly rewrite."

Giorno raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone present, finally settling on Locke, and revealed the truth word by word:
"We haven't really 'gone back' to the past."

"Instead, it was located based on the unique resonance generated by 'bloodline,' and ultimately arrived at another..."

He gave a wry smile, seemingly both helpless and forced to accept this statement.

"universe."

"A universe that is extremely similar to our world, but exists at a different time frequency."

“To put it in Mr. Barry’s words,” Giorno raised his voice slightly, trying to explain this difficult concept with a more scientific analogy, though his audience might not fully understand: “It means that these two Earths were born simultaneously in two extremely similar universes!”

"They are like two tuning forks with different vibration frequencies, although the sounds they produce are very similar."

"But essentially they vibrate at different frequencies."

"It is precisely this essential difference in frequency that separates them from each other, forming two parallel existences!"

He paused, looking at the bewildered expressions on Martha and Jonathan's faces, and finally summarized in the simplest of sentences possible:

"Simply put, the evolution of life, customs, historical processes, and even languages ​​on our two Earths has reached an almost completely identical level! That is, what is theoretically called..."

"Parallel universe."

(End of this chapter)