American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 182 Dante and Virgil in Hell.

Just as Doomsday was blasted out of the atmosphere by Clark's simple punch, turning into a meteor and flying towards the end of that straight vacuum tunnel.

Locke, who had been hovering in the center of the high-altitude thundercloud for two hours, had been accumulating power.
The perfect opportunity that we've been waiting for has finally arrived!

The lightning energy around him, compressed to its limit and transformed from a bright blue to a deep dark purple, roared with insatiable hunger!

Violent electric snakes writhed across its body.

It ionizes the surrounding air into a dangerous plasma zone.

Until
Doomsday fell uncontrollably in front of him.

"It's now!"

A fierce glint flashed in Locke's eyes, and the muscles in his arms bulged.

Without hesitation, he thrust the ball of destructive divine lightning he was holding forward and pressed it against Doomsday's chest!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A dark purple lightning bolt with a diameter of over 100 meters instantly tore through the sky, and the destruction it contained even caused fine black cracks to appear in the space along its path!
In an instant!
The entire sky over Smallville and even the wider area was illuminated by this dark purple light, making it seem as if the colors of the entire world had been swallowed up by this ultimate destructive power!

But this phenomenon lasted only a moment.

The next second.
The enormous pillar of lightning was shrinking and condensing inward to an extreme degree in an incomprehensible way!
All the energy stopped spreading and was instead forcibly compressed back to an extreme point!
All of it was poured into Doomsday's enormous body!

That contained all the power that Locke had accumulated, compressed, and purified continuously for two hours.
There was no explosion, no loud noise.

Doomsday's evolved keratin layer, its bulging muscles, and its internal organs surging with immense power all vanished the moment they came into contact with the dark purple lightning.
Starting from the molecular level, they break down and annihilate, transforming into the most basic particles!
It dissipated into the vacuum of space.

Doomsday's near-infinite adaptability became meaningless in the face of this ultimate blow that exceeded its limits.

He didn't have time to adapt, didn't have time to evolve, and his life was completely ended.

The thunder dispersed.

The sky returned to calm.

The crimson sky gradually faded as the Doomsday disappeared, and Locke's thunderclouds slowly dissipated as their energy was depleted, revealing the setting sun behind them.

There was only a huge, charred skeleton with a strange sheen.
As if forcibly preserved by some force, it slowly fell from the sky, following the pull of gravity, crashing onto the already ravaged plain below with a dull thud and stirring up a cloud of dust.

End.

Shen Du's voice, tinged with a hint of smugness and boastfulness, rang out at just the right moment in Locke's slightly tired but relaxed mind:
"So, Father? The guy I shook is much more reliable than that bald frog, isn't he?"

Looking at the figure not far away, slowly descending from the sky, its golden radiance had already subsided.

Clark has become unassuming yet even more unfathomable.

Locke let out a breath of pent-up air.

My tense nerves finally relaxed, and a huge feeling of mental exhaustion washed over me.

But a slight smile crept onto his lips, tinged with a hint of helplessness, as he chuckled and cursed:
"You brat... I'll settle the score with you later."

In short, no matter what
This battle, which nearly destroyed the world, is finally coming to an end.

Doomsday has passed, and the sky is clear on Christmas Eve.
Though shattered, hope and peace have finally returned.

The gazes of the veteran heroes and Kara were also focused on the unremarkable Clark.

Kara flew closer and looked at the face that was weathered and dignified.

His eyes were filled with confusion and curiosity:
"You...you are Karl?"

She couldn't completely reconcile the god-like figure before her with the somewhat clumsy, kind, and sunny boy Ron had described on the farm.

Isn't this right? !
If this guy is this powerful, then what's the point of carrying out my mission?

“Miss Danvers.” Ron walked to Kara’s side, his green face expressionless, and explained in a calm tone, “Based on my perception, this Mr. Clark… should be from another reality, another parallel world.”

“Ron is right.” Nelson nodded slightly, confirming Ron’s judgment: “His ‘existence’ is out of place with us; he is an oddity that has been forcibly embedded into the picture of our world.”

"Parallel world travel... although rare, it is not an isolated case in the long history."

“What’s so rare about it?” Scott put away the light from his lamp ring, rubbed his slightly sore shoulders, and spoke with the knowledge of a veteran hero: “Over the years, our Justice Society has encountered quite a few visitors from other dimensions and other timelines.”

"But someone like this... is indeed quite rare."

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As for the focus of the discussion
Clark paid no attention to the scrutiny and discussions of the crowd.

His gaze swept past the crowd and landed precisely on Locke, who was slowly descending from the sky and whose lightning was gradually fading.

The gentle smile that belonged to 'Clark Kent' reappeared on his face, diluting some of his divinity.

Locke stepped onto the ground, where the scorched earth beneath his feet still retained its high temperature.

He and the future Clark stood silently gazing at each other, a dozen meters apart.

There were no immediate pleasantries, no enthusiastic hugs.

A complex and indescribable emotion flowed through the air.

There was relief, concern, and a heavy awareness of that dark future.

Locke walked forward step by step and finally stood in front of Clark.

He lowered his head slightly, and in the end, all he could do was sigh:
"...Thanks, Clark."

"Uncle Locke." With a light laugh, Clark glanced at the lingering lightning aura on Locke's body and simply asked, "Is everyone... alright?"

Locke didn't say much, but simply reached out and patted Clark's arm hard.

it is more than words.

And
Locke abruptly changed the subject, diverting everyone's curiosity about Clark and voicing the question that had been bothering them and had shocked everyone present: "Since you possess... that kind of power, why didn't you just deal with it directly, like you did with Doomsday in your world last time? Why go through all this trouble?"

"There was a time before?!"

Hall couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, and the other veteran heroes also looked astonished.

“They’re different,” Clark shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a calmness based on erudition. “Uncle Locke, that Doomsday is completely different from this one.”

"Or rather... only the one we just destroyed can be called the true 'Doomsday,' a primordial nightmare created in Krypton's ancient times and that has undergone millions of years of death and evolution."

"And the one that Luther created using General Zod's corpse and genetic technology was at best... a powerful Kryptonian zombie, a Kryptonian version of Frankenstein, or rather, Solomon Grundy."

"Its essence and potential are far inferior to this one."

“As for why we don’t use it,” he continued, his expression grave, “I’ve seen records in Apokolips’ ancient archives. The real Doomsday, before it even reached Earth, had already invaded Apokolips by virtue of its immortality and fought a fierce battle with Darkseid.”

"It had already endured and adapted to the power of annihilation in that battle."

“Using Omega rays on it is not only ineffective, but may actually become a catalyst for its further evolution and the acquisition of some Omega properties.”

Upon hearing this, Locke glanced at the motionless skeleton not far away and his intuition told him that Doomsday could be resurrected after being killed this time, but the time was uncertain.

“Then,” he frowned, “even the Omega effect is ineffective? How can we completely kill this monster? Is it truly immortal?”

"'entropy'."

Clark turned his gaze to Doctor Fate, who was standing silently to the side:

"Or rather, banish it to the 'end of time,' that place of absolute nothingness where even time and rules are heading towards heat death and end."

"Entropy?" Locke was taken aback.

"Yes, entropy."

Doctor Fate spoke, his voice echoing through the helmet, full of certainty:
“Mr. Clark is right. For such immortal monsters that defy the laws of the universe and cannot be killed by conventional means, perhaps only the ultimate rule of the universe itself—'entropy'—can wear them down to death.”

"That is the end of all things, the end of the universe and time, the absolute disorder to which all order will eventually return."

This suggestion sent a chill down everyone's spine.

And
"You can do that?!" Scott looked at Nelson in surprise. "You actually had this trick up your sleeve?!"

“What’s so difficult about banishing a pile of dead bones?” Dr. Fate, Kent Nelson, spoke with a hint of displeasure at being questioned. His golden helmet turned toward the massive, charred skeleton of Doomsday on the distant plain. “He hasn’t even begun to resurrect yet. His energy activity is almost zero. Now is the time when he is most ‘obedient’.”

Having said that, he said no more.

He formed a more complex and ancient magic hand seal in front of his chest than ever before.

It emanated a soft magical glow.

"Wow——!"

Countless clock hands and hourglass phantoms appeared in his palm.

A silver streak shot out from his palm, hitting the massive skeleton precisely.

There was no earth-shattering scene, but the massive skeleton seemed to have been silently erased from the real world by an invisible eraser, leaving not a speck of dust behind, completely disappearing.

It was banished to the ends of the earth, where even time itself had lost its meaning.
That place of absolute nothingness, where only eternal heat and death exist.

--entropy.

They accomplished this feat, which can only be described as a miracle.
The light surrounding Nelson did not diminish; instead, it became even brighter, and the outline of his body became blurred and transparent.

"Nelson?!"

Hall was the first to sense something was wrong and stepped forward.

A flicker of emotion also flashed in Rong En's eyes.

Kara looked worried.

"Children, I'm going to do it."

Nelson glanced around at the grieving crowd, sighing on the surface, but a hint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes beneath his helmet.

Until
They stopped at Scott, who had his arms crossed and a blank expression on his face.

"Cough cough. Cough cough cough."

There was a hint of desolation in Nelson's voice:
“My old friend… I am about to vanish and return to the eternal river of magic… Don’t you feel even the slightest sadness or reluctance for me?”

"..."

Scott's lips twitched, and he mouthed a few words in an annoyed manner.

No sound was made, but the lip movements were clearly...
"Transformation"

You really do understand me.

A triumphant smile curled at the corner of Nelson's mouth beneath his helmet.

He stopped looking at Scott and turned to Martian Manhunter:
"Goodbye, everyone. It seems... I have to temporarily withdraw from the Justice Society's activities. Ron, from now on, we may have to rely on you more to deal with Earth's troubles."

"If you have any trouble, contact my grand-nephew. He's a good kid and might be able to inherit my Helmet of Destiny."

His words carried a hint of genuine emotion, but more than that, they conveyed a sense of relief and liberation.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body completely transformed into countless shimmering golden starlight.
It rose into the sky and disappeared into the gradually calming night, leaving no trace.

This guy…

Scott looked at the spot where Nelson had disappeared and shook his head helplessly.

Knowing his old friend's character well, he knew without guessing that he was tired of the increasing troubles on Earth, so he ran away to some unknown corner of a dimension to hide in peace and study magic.

Talk about it.
He glanced at Hawkman Hall and Martian Manhunter Ron, who were both incredibly hardworking.

Scott was considering whether he should retire and find a new Green Lantern.

but
Just as everyone was contemplating the complete disappearance of Doomsday and the departure of Doctor Fate—

"Waaaaaahh ...

A loud and vibrant cry of a newborn baby broke the postwar silence without warning!
Everyone was startled, their hair standing on end!

Doomsday?! It's not dead yet?! It's even reverted to its infant form?!

What kind of outrageous evolutionary process is this?!
Everyone's horrified gazes turned to the source of the crying.

This is exactly where the Doomsday skeleton disappeared just now!

But Locke and Clark had already arrived there at some point.

Locke was half-crouched, his back looking somewhat stiff.

Clark stared ahead in astonishment.

But what lay on the ground in front of them was not some terrifying monster baby...

Instead, they were two perfectly normal-looking human baby boys wrapped in an unknown material of cloth!

They lay side by side
They all have soft, silvery-white baby hair.

One of them had its eyes closed, its cries were loud, and its little hands and feet were kicking powerfully.

The other one lay quietly with its eyes open, its gaze unusually calm, even carrying a coldness completely out of character for an infant. It neither cried nor made a fuss, but simply stared at Locke, who was squatting in front of them.

Twins.

Locke looked at the two babies who had suddenly appeared.

And a long knife and a long sword were placed crossed beside the baby.

The long sword has a unique shape and a deep blue blade.

The longsword is ancient and heavy, with a wide blade and a skull embedded in the center.

【Ding! 】

[Adoption targets: Dio Kent, Salafir Kent, and God Kent.]

[Monitoring period: 5555 days, testing completed]

[Evaluation Result: Dio Kent - Physical, Mental, Physical, Aesthetic and Labor Health Index meets the standard, Development Status: Good]

[Assessment Results: Salafir Kent and Shen Du Kent – ​​Physical, Mental, Aesthetic, and Labor Health Indices Meet Standards; Development Status: Excellent/Good]

You have successfully demonstrated your educational abilities and meet the criteria for initiating the next phase of adoption goals.

[Based on recognition of your abilities]

[Targets confirmed: Virgil, Dante.]

[Parental Privileges: Demon God - Spartan Blood (Loaded), Blade of Power (Loaded)]

Please assist both of them in their healthy physical, mental, aesthetic, and labor development, so that they can achieve great things.

[Countdown to the next adoptee: Thirteen years]

As Locke felt the long-dormant adoption system in his mind issue clear prompts and tasks again, his expression became extremely complicated.

—There was surprise, confusion, and exhaustion.
Well, it looks like the Kent family will be getting bigger this Christmas Eve.

And it was two at once.
Fortunately, we always keep Endless Diapers at home.
He reached out and carefully picked up the two babies, one crying and the other quiet.

The silver strands of hair looked exceptionally soft between his fingers.

A new story seems to be quietly beginning on the ruins of this battlefield.
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