American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 112 The Divine Power to Traverse the Universe.

Jonathan and Martha sat there, stunned.

All my thinking ability has been completely drained by this "parallel universe" theory, which is far beyond my comprehension.

The living room fell silent for a moment, with only the soft crackling of the fireplace and the faint sound of Salafir sipping her chocolate milk.

“Brother, I never imagined that big, dumb brother would be our greatest enemy in the future.” “Divine Capital”’s voice was cold and suddenly rang in Salafir’s mind. “He actually managed to fool us all with his disguise.”

"I originally wanted to make him our Grand Marshal in the future."

"I never imagined he would become emperor! My father actually gave it to him."

“God, don’t talk nonsense. Brother Clark isn’t that kind of person,” Salafir retorted in a muffled voice, her small hand unconsciously tightening its grip on the cup. “He might just… just…”

"Just what? Just that you were too good at disguising it?"

"Brother, I'm very worried about you."

"Don't end up becoming that man's general." "Shen Du" sighed, his tone mature, "Being sold out and still happily counting the money for the other party."

"But you're still here..."

Salafir said casually, continuing to sip her sweet chocolate milk.

But the fact that his ears were quietly perked up clearly showed that he was intently eavesdropping on the adults' conversation in the living room.

Um.
Completely disregarding the fact that "Divine Capital" was going crazy in his mind because of that sentence.

After a long while, Jonathan seemed to restart his language system.

His voice held a cautious, almost praying tone as he tentatively asked:

"Then...does that mean..."

He glanced at Martha, as if seeking her support, before continuing.

"In our world, Locke and Dio... won't die in the future?"

“Clark…Clark won’t become the ‘emperor’ you mentioned before…” Jonathan’s voice lowered, carrying an undisguised somber tone, “…the one who rules the world?”

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Faced with this question, Giorno gave a very complicated, bitter smile.

His smile was tinged with helplessness and a deep sense of powerlessness.

He shook his head.

"Grandpa Jonathan, I... cannot predict the future."

His voice was soft, yet it struck Jonathan's heart like a hammer blow.

"What I bring is merely a tragedy that has already occurred in another universe. And the future of this universe is open, shaped by every choice you make at this moment. My very existence may already be a kind of interference, making the future even more unpredictable."

"I have no answer, I'm sorry."

He added softly, his eyes filled with sincerity.

Jonathan's shoulders slumped.

A heavy sense of guilt gripped him, intertwined with his deep love for his adopted son.

This made him feel very upset.

Her adopted son, the kind, sunny Clark who always tried to hide his special qualities, would become a dictatorial monarch who ruled the world and brought endless darkness in another world...

The thought sent chills down his spine.

He didn't teach like this before!
Could it be that.
Is it because of Clark's background?
So, wouldn't the person who insisted on adopting that child back then be considered...?

Letting a wolf into the house?

The thought slithered into Jonathan's mind like a venomous snake, filling him with a suffocating sense of guilt and icy chill.

Locke, who had been observing his brother's expression, knew perfectly well that this good-natured man was once again getting stuck on a fuss, taking on responsibilities that weren't his.

He put down his coffee cup with a soft, crisp sound, breaking the oppressive silence.

"Jonathan."

Locke's voice carried an undeniable ease, even a hint of pleasure, "Stop overthinking. Stop your unnecessary internal monologues."

"Just tell me honestly, do you really think that Clark we watched grow up, the one who would secretly grieve for half a day because he trampled on a corn seedling, who would use his allowance to buy canned food for the town's stray dogs, who would cry his eyes out while watching soap operas, and who, even when he was furious with Dior, would at most just run off to carry wood to vent his anger..."

"Does he still harbor even the slightest inclination to rule the world or become an emperor?"

"Uh...no? No, right?"

When his younger brother asked him so bluntly, Jonathan was taken aback for a moment and answered subconsciously, but his tone still carried uncertainty.

"Remove the word '吧' from my name."

Locke rolled his eyes at him, annoyed.

"Jonathan!"

Martha immediately joined in the condemnation, giving her husband a firm slap on the sturdy back, and said firmly, "Don't you dare think such nonsense! We're still alive, living well! As long as I'm on this farm, if that Clark kid really dares to go astray and become that kind of..."

“That insolent behavior! I’ll—” The emperor’s foster mother paused, seemingly considering the most powerful threat, before finally declaring resolutely, “I’ll use a frying pan to sweep him back down that crooked path! I mean it!”

Seeing his sister-in-law's protective and fierce demeanor, Locke couldn't help but chuckle.

This eased the previously tense atmosphere in the living room considerably.

He turned his gaze back to Giorno, his eyes filled with genuine doubt.

"Okay, since that's a story from another universe, and we're all doing fine..."

He shrugged, his tone becoming more pragmatic. "Then I probably can't be of much help? After all, according to you, that's a problem from another world."

"No, Grandpa."

Giorno's voice suddenly became extremely serious. He interrupted Locke and then carefully took something out of the inner pocket of the stylish floral shirt.

A wristwatch with an extremely unique and technologically advanced design.

Its strap appears to be some kind of active metal, shimmering with a faint silver-blue sheen.

The dial is not a traditional hands or numbers, but a transparent crystal with a constant flow of subtle golden energy, like liquid.

At its core is sealed a wisp of energy that is constantly pulsating and emitting a faint, bright white light.

That light.
Even through the crystal, one can feel the immense and swift power contained within.

"You can help. Only you can help us."

Giorno gently placed the watch on the table and pushed it toward Locke.

Under Locke's puzzled gaze, he began to explain, his speech steady yet filled with an undeniable earnestness:
“This is Mr. Barry Allen…”

"In the final moments of his life, he left us with the last and purest 'Speed ​​Force'."

Giorno's fingertips gently brushed against the blazing white energy core with utmost care, his eyes revealing respect and sorrow.

Then he raised his head and looked intently at Locke.

"Once you put it on and activate the device, it will allow you to penetrate the barriers between universes and reach our world."

Then, seeing Locke's increasingly confused and surprised expression, Giorno began to explain in detail the incredible working principle of this miraculous device:

"I combined the life-giving power of my 'Golden Experience' with this special stabilizing device developed by Professor Charles and Mr. Bruce Wayne to preserve and create it as it is."

He tried to explain this complex process in the most intuitive way possible.

"It is now more like a living entity with a return to its original instincts, rather than a pure speed force energy."

"After you start the device."

Giorno pointed to the pulsating white light at the core of the watch, "The Speed ​​Force particles activated in the watch will instantly cover your entire body. Their extreme speed and perception of spatial vibrations will become a key to help you penetrate the 'membrane' that separates the two universes and forcibly open a very short and unstable passage."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Locke's eyes.

Isn't this another manifestation of the deeper capabilities of the "Golden Experience"?
It allows objects imbued with 'life' to return to their chosen 'owner' regardless of distance, following their life instincts.

but
Shouldn't the owner of the Speed ​​Force be Barry Allen?

Locke frowned slightly.

Judging from what he just said, the Flash is already dead in that world.

"grandfather."

Seemingly sensing Locke's confusion, Giorno paused before stating the crux of the matter:
"You're right."

"The 'source' of this Speed ​​Force, in essence, is Mr. Barry, but..."

"It was born and will eventually exist in our universe."

"Its 'roots' are there. Therefore, this instinct for return, once activated, will give rise to something that points towards our world."

"--gravitational."

The young man's tone became resolute:
"In other words, Grandpa, you can use this device."

"Using this activated Speed ​​Force's innate desire to 'go home,' lock onto the cosmic coordinates of its birth, and thus be 'pulled' there! This is the only way for you to cross parallel universes and reach our world on the verge of despair!"

Locke remained silent, his gaze lingering on the peculiar wristwatch.

The flowing golden energy and the pulsating, blazing white speed force at the core were so captivating that one couldn't take their eyes off it.

After a long while, he finally raised his head, his eyes calmly meeting Giorno's, and asked the question that puzzled him most:

"So, what exactly do you need me to do there?"

He asked directly, even with a touch of self-deprecation.

It wasn't that Locke was being self-deprecating, but he simply couldn't imagine it—

Could he withstand two punches from that 'Emperor of Heaven' Clark?
Nodding, the donut boy seemed to have been waiting for this question as well.

He took a deep breath, as if gathering enough courage to make that weighty request.

His expression became extremely serious, even...
With a hint of unspeakable shame.

“It’s very simple, Grandpa.”

Giorno's voice was very soft, but it almost crashed into the quiet living room.

"All you need to do is... convince Uncle Clark."

He paused, then, almost forcing himself to speak, uttered that earth-shattering statement:

"Make the Emperor halt the ongoing... interstellar expedition."

"...?"

Interstellar expedition?!
Even Locke's usually calm expression couldn't help but show a slight ripple.

His eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, and a look of extreme confusion and disbelief flashed in his blue eyes, as if he wondered if he had misheard.

"What do you think... Clark is going to do?"

His voice remained steady, but his tone rose slightly, revealing the shock Locke felt inside.

Upon hearing this, Jonathan and Martha even glanced out the window instinctively.

It was as if they wanted to confirm whether the tranquil night sky of Smallwell was hiding the shadow of Starfleet.

"Interstellar Expedition".

Giorno repeated, his tone heavy.

"He mobilized the entire world's resources, built a massive fleet, and prepared to sail into space to plunder those discovered extraterrestrial planets rich in resources."

A deep bitterness appeared on the face of the young man from another world, a feeling of powerlessness in the face of such a colossal object.

"But Grandpa, our world..."

"That Earth, which has already suffered so much, really can't withstand any more turmoil of this scale."

"The overexploitation of resources, the extreme militarization of social structures, and the almost insane, imposed desire for expansion are destroying all our remaining vitality from within."

"That's not hope, it's the last madness, it's a dead end of self-destruction."

His voice trembled slightly, but he quickly suppressed it and regained his composure as he began to narrate.

“We—Professor Charles, Mr. Wayne, Uncle Lex, all of us—have come up with countless ways to try and stop him.”

"But in front of that man..."

Giorno shook his head, a shadow falling over his eyes.

"Faced with the absolute power and will of Clark Kent, who had become the 'Emperor of Heaven,' all efforts were like fireflies trying to compete with the blazing sun—insignificant and futile."

"We can't even see his face!"

He looked down at his hands, his knuckles white from gripping them so tightly.

"To be honest... it's really spineless."

Giorno's voice lowered, filled with self-mockery and exhaustion.

"We assembled the world's most brilliant minds, expended countless resources and effort, and finally came up with this last solution, our last desperate struggle..."

He suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Locke with a complex expression.

It was a mixture of last hope, deep regret, and a desperate resolve.

"...that is, to cross the barriers of the universe, to come to this world, to find you, and to beg you...to become our advocate."

"..."

Locke was silent.

The only sounds in the living room were the crackling of the fireplace and the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.

He found himself unable to imagine or measure it for the time being.

Despair and struggle in another world...

It has become so profound and absurd that they are willing to pay any price to place their last glimmer of hope on a seemingly ordinary farmer in a parallel universe.
All they wanted was for him to go…

When someone tries to persuade 'the gods'...

A lobbyist?

No matter how you look at it, it can't be that simple.
“Giorono…”

Locke pondered, his gaze returning to the wristwatch in his hand, as if weighing this request that transcended the universe.

"no!"

A loud and resolute objection suddenly broke the brief silence.

Jonathan Kent suddenly stood up from his chair.

The chair legs even made a screeching sound as they rubbed against the floor due to the excessive force of the movement.

His tall frame leaned slightly forward with excitement, his face etched with undeniable worry. Jonathan looked at Locke, his voice booming.

"Locke! It's too dangerous, you can't go!"

After all, even just from Giorno's few words.

Jonathan could picture that unfamiliar future in his mind.

Just how powerful and terrifying must Clark be to create such a world?
That was no longer his ordinary adopted son; he was an 'emperor' who ruled the world, a dictator who was about to launch an interstellar expedition!
just in case
What if the kid gets so angry that he won't listen to any advice and instead kills Locke with two punches?
He simply couldn't imagine the consequences; the mere thought of it tore at his heart.

In that case
Jonathan took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and reached out to grab the watch in Locke's hand.

The tone was firm and resolute:

"If a child is not taught, it is the father's fault."

"It's because I didn't have the time or the opportunity to teach him properly that he became like that in the other world..."

"This debt is mine to repay."

His gaze was firm, and his face carried an unyielding stubbornness.

"I'll go. I don't believe... Clark can really kill me with one punch."

Giorno was taken aback by Jonathan's sudden action and responsible words.

A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes, which quickly transformed into an indescribable emotion and respect.

He stared blankly at this man he was meeting for the first time—tall, with a kind face.
But at this moment, the farmer grandfather burst forth with astonishing courage.

As expected of the Kent family...

The donut boy sighed silently in his heart.

Although we live in different universes, this sense of responsibility ingrained in our bones and the spirit of risking our lives to protect our families...

Um.
This must be the golden spirit passed down through generations of the Kent family!
Giorno felt a slight stinging sensation in his nose, but he quickly regained his composure.

He quickly reached out and gently but firmly pressed down on Jonathan's rough and strong wrist.

"Grandpa Jonathan."

The boy's voice was respectful, but also tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"I admire your courage and sense of responsibility. But..."

"Really can not."

He looked up, meeting Jonathan's puzzled gaze, and patiently explained:

"Your physical condition..."

"Unable to withstand the enormous load when crossing the cosmic barrier."

He tried to use a tactful tone, "You didn't... um... have a 'stand' attached to and strengthened the foundation of your body. When the Speed ​​Force particles exploded instantly, enveloping your entire body in an attempt to pass through, that enormous energy and spatial tearing force..."

Giorno paused, seemingly reluctant, but still tried to state the cruel truth as subtly as possible:
"You will not be able to withstand it, and your body may break down and collapse in an instant."

"..."

substitute?

Jonathan paused, his outstretched hand hanging in mid-air.

A look of confusion flashed across his face, which then turned into a complex expression.

Is that the thing?

Please
Jonathan isn't stupid!
He and his brother had lived under the same roof for so many years.

Even though Locke hides it very well most of the time, there are always times when he accidentally reveals a clue. How could he not notice it at all?

He simply chose to respect Locke's secret and never revealed it.

Seeing that Jonathan seemed to understand the danger, Giorno breathed a sigh of relief, but the pressure on his wrist didn't loosen. He continued, trying to reassure Jonathan:

“Grandpa Jonathan, you don’t need to worry too much about Grandpa Locke’s safety.”

He pointed to the wristwatch, "As long as Grandpa Locke successfully reaches our world wearing this device, his body will always be enveloped in a layer of active Speed ​​Force particles. These particles are not only the medium for travel, but also a kind of..."

"Emergency protection mechanism".

Giorno's tone became more certain: "Once Grandpa Locke suffers any life-threatening harm in our world, whether it's the punches and kicks you're worried about from Uncle Clark, or any other form of attack."

"—This layer of speed force particles will instantly lose its activity due to the violent impact, turning from a 'living' state back into 'dead' energy."

"Once the 'Active Speed ​​Force,' which is the core of the time travel, dies, our world will naturally reject Grandpa Locke, and Grandpa Locke will be instantly bounced back to your world by this repulsive force! So, theoretically, he will not be in any danger."

"I..."

"I swear on the honor of the Kent family!"

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Giorno

You swore on my name, what more do you want from me?
Jonathan was somewhat helpless.

His brows remained furrowed, clearly indicating that he still harbored many doubts and worries.

That was, after all, another universe, another Clark filled with unknowns and dangers.

Even the most perfect theoretical protection mechanism can have unexpected problems. How could he possibly trust his younger brother to take this risk?
However, he hadn't yet spoken.

A warm, slightly rough hand gently rested on his arm.

It's Maserati.

She glanced at Locke, whose brow was furrowed and who was clearly deep in thought, then gently shook her head at her husband, her eyes tender, silently stopping him from continuing.

"Jonathan."

Martha's voice was soft, yet carried a calmness that seemed to have seen through the ways of the world.

"The children's affairs"

“Especially matters like this… that involve another world, let Locke decide for himself. He knows what’s important.”

"You said it yourself, the most important thing among us family members is trust."

She understood her brother-in-law. Locke seemed carefree and unconventional, but in reality, he was very opinionated and responsible. Once he made a decision after careful consideration, few people could change his mind.

Instead of expressing useless concerns and objections here, we should give him our complete trust and support.

After saying that, she released Jonathan's arm and turned to Giorno, who was standing to the side.

His eyes were filled with love and compassion.

“Poor child…” Martha said softly, stretching out her arms and gently embracing Giorno.

This was a warm and comforting hug.

With the Kent family's unique, simple and unpretentious care.

"You must have suffered a lot on your journey, right? Carrying such a heavy burden all by yourself, and even traversing the universe to find us..."

Startled by the sudden, warm embrace, Giorno stiffened slightly and was somewhat at a loss.

he.
They were already used to strategizing and bearing heavy responsibilities.

I've long been accustomed to arming myself with calmness and decisiveness.

But at this moment.
Under this purest and most unguarded care, he felt as if the softest part of his heart had been touched.

The stiff body slowly relaxed.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible glint of tears crossed his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, simply giving a gentle hug to Grandma Martha, whom he had just met but who had given him warmth, and whispering:

"……fine."

Jonathan looked at his wife, sighed helplessly, swallowed back all the words of dissuasion he had left unsaid, and chose to remain silent.

However, this brief and heartwarming moment did not last long.

Just as Martha was about to say something more, Giorno's figure in her arms suddenly began to change.
Blur and make it transparent!

"?!"

Martha was surprised and let go of her hand.

Giorno looked down helplessly at his hands, which had become translucent and began to emit faint golden particles of light.

He didn't show much surprise on his face, only a slight regret at being interrupted, and he sighed softly.

"Time is up……"

“It seems the universe’s rejection of me is intensifying.” Giorno’s voice seemed to come from a great distance, carrying a faint echo. “Grandpa, I have brought the things and the request. The final choice… is in your hands.”

His figure grew fainter and fainter, like the morning mist dissipating in the sunlight, his outline gradually merging into the air.

Giorno!

Martha couldn't help but gasp, tears instantly welling up in her eyes.

She instinctively tried to grab him, but only managed to catch a handful of dissipating golden light.

See this.

Jonathan and Locke both fell silent, a heavy silence hanging in the air.

Even Salafir, who had been quietly eating her pie, seemed to understand something. She sighed like a little adult, her bright black eyes filled with a worry beyond her years.

"Oh my God..."

Martha wiped her tears with the back of her hand and began to sob softly.

Locke lowered his head, his gaze falling once again on the wristwatch in his palm, which was still emitting a faint glow.

My fingertips caressed the warm, active metal strap, feeling the sealed power within.

Strictly speaking, that world...

What does that hopeless future have to do with Locke Kent?

That's a story from another universe, a tragedy that could happen between another Locke and another Clark.

He could have simply put the watch away and continued his peaceful farm life.

But the image of that stormy night seven years ago still involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

The youthful, blond boy left him with that thing before he left—

The blue ladybug who shielded the Demon Agent from a fatal attack at a crucial moment during the battle.

original……

Did they plan this far in advance?
Brat.

Can you exchange a favor that transcends time for interference that transcends the universe?
And
Is it really just about making myself a lobbyist?

Locke couldn't help but chuckle softly, a laugh tinged with understanding and a hint of indescribable emotion.

He looked up, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Salafir, who was staring at him with wide eyes.

The little guy still had some jam on his face, and his eyes were full of curiosity.

Yes
He is not only a father, but will also be a grandfather in the future.

Such a self.
How can I show hesitation and cowardice in front of my child?

The thought, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly created ripples in Locke's mind.

The swaying scales suddenly tipped, and a decision was made.

He took a deep breath, the last trace of doubt in his eyes vanished, and he became resolute.

“Jonathan,”

He spoke, his facial features becoming sharper, and his voice carrying an undeniable decisiveness!

“I’ll go there. Tonight, please look after Salafir for me.”

Upon hearing this, Jonathan looked up sharply. He hadn't expected Locke to make a decision so quickly!

"Locke! Wait a little longer—"

But just as he began to speak...
His brother had already fastened the peculiar watch to his left wrist without hesitation!

The active metal watch strap seemed to have a life of its own, instantly shrinking and expanding to perfectly fit his wrist size, with a tight seal.

The next second, without giving anyone time to react or dissuade him, Locke raised his right hand, his eyes sharpening, and his palm slammed down—

'boom! '

Without hesitation, he photographed the crystal dial on the watch that was constantly flowing with blazing white energy!
In an instant, a strange change occurred!

Om-!
A deep humming sound suddenly rang out!
Centered on the watch, blindingly bright white lightning-shaped energy particles suddenly erupted!

Like countless wildly dancing silver snakes, they instantly and completely engulfed Locke!
The raging energy formed a dazzling, blinding cocoon of lightning!

It emits a continuous, teeth-grinding crackling sound.

Furthermore, the powerful energy flow spread outwards from this center, causing the curtains in the living room to flutter wildly and rustle loudly! The cups and plates on the table vibrated and trembled, almost jumping up!

Forced to take a step back by the sudden burst of light and energy, Jonathan and Martha instinctively shielded their eyes with their arms. Salafir also shrank back in fright, clutching Martha's clothes tightly with her small hands.

"Boom!"

The fiery white cocoon of lightning grew even more dazzling, its energy fluctuations reaching a terrifying peak in an instant, before suddenly contracting inward, as if even the light itself had been swallowed up—

Swish!
The intense brilliance vanished abruptly, erased from existence.

Along with Locke, who was encased within it…

They've completely vanished without a trace!
The living room suddenly fell silent, save for the slightly swaying curtains, the lingering, strangely pungent smell in the air, and...
Jonathan, Martha, and Salafell were stunned, their hearts pounding.

"The capital city."

"Dad's gone." Salafir swallowed hard, her voice filled with worry. "What do you think the future holds?"

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No one responded.

"The capital city?"

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It took Salafir quite a while to suddenly realize what was happening.

Let's not talk about where Dad went.
Where is my brother?

Why did the voice in my head disappear?!

The capital city?!
Where are you, capital city?!

Where has all the great gods in the world gone?!
(End of this chapter)