American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 183, *The Divine Comedy*

The smoke and embers of energy, like gray snow, slowly settled on this reshaped land.

As the last wisp of energy dissipated into the air, the true face of this land was finally revealed.

The once-spanning Smallville Mountains can no longer be defined by any geographical term.

After all, Locke's first encounter with Doomsday was like a heavy hammer thrown by a god, smashing this area into a huge basin.

Then came Kara and Doomsday.
That extraordinary battle shattered the surrounding hills as if they were toys, causing tens of thousands of tons of rocks and soil to pour down as mudslides, brutally filling the newly formed basin.

But this is by no means a restoration to the original state; it is merely a more chaotic overlay.

Let the broken boulders pile up to create an uneven surface.

The gaps were barely filled with soil and gravel, but then they would collapse unexpectedly, revealing various minerals shimmering with light underneath.

Absolutely.
Last day
It's not even clear where to begin using 'healing'.

We can't just heal the earth by pressing down on it.

Locke sighed, looked down at the two silver-haired babies sleeping peacefully in his arms, and then looked up at the unrecognizable land.

He had originally planned to use the hills that Bruce had used for tuition to grow fruit trees, including orange groves, apple orchards, and even to use magic to grow durians and bananas; he had written two-page plans for all of them.
But looking at it now...
This is just an extremely irregular plain.

Let alone planting fruit trees, I doubt I could even manage to grow some corn and oats.
Even a tractor would be shaken to pieces if it drove in.
After all, this is just an ordinary Kent farm, not an interstellar battlefield. Only a Gundam could probably manage to cultivate such land.

hateful
I haven't even received the land deed yet.
"Mr. Rong En".

Locke turned his head and looked at the green Martian expressionlessly.

“I’m applying for financial compensation. Here.” He pointed to the vast masterpiece in front of him, “It’s all my land, and the tuition fees I just received and haven’t even had a chance to warm up yet.”

An awkward yet polite smile appeared on his green face. Rong En remained silent for a moment, seemingly calculating something rapidly, but ultimately could only helplessly confess:
“Mr. Locke… the cost of ecological restoration and land leveling for the four hilltops… given the current budget of the DEO and even the entire Department of Defense… I’m afraid…”

He managed to utter three words:
"...We can't afford to pay it back."

The scene froze for a moment, with only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the ruins.

"Hahaha!"

Scott, standing nearby, burst into laughter without any restraint, slapping Ron's shoulder hard, causing the other's green skin to ripple slightly.

"Rong En, we're in a budget deficit, aren't we? I've told you before not to keep researching those world-destroying projects!"

He looked at Ron with a mocking expression, then glanced at Locke, and, as if eager to stir up trouble, suggested:
“I see you’re quite capable, so why don’t you… work for Mr. Locke to pay off your debts? Look, this is such a large piece of land,” he said, pointing to the ruins as if he were Locke, “renovating, leveling, and planting something on it, it’s a huge project.”

"We desperately need hardworking and dedicated laborers like you!"

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Surprisingly, the Martian hunter actually silently considered this outrageous suggestion for a moment, then nodded and answered seriously:

"……Can."

"..."

Locke almost choked on his own saliva.

He stared in disbelief at the green bald man in front of him.

The Minister of National Defense of a nation.
How could he have fallen so low as to work for a farmer to pay off his debts?
Is this true? !
“I also have an entire department, a bunch of agents and equipment to support… Mr. Locke.”

As if he had accurately read Locke's intense inner turmoil, Ron's face turned even greener. He sighed deeply, his tone revealing the weariness of someone who only knows the cost of living when they are in charge.

"Times are tough. If we can save the department a huge amount of unnecessary expenses through some... well, traditional labor cooperation methods, I personally... am not opposed to it."

"..."

Locke was completely speechless, feeling that his worldview had been slightly shaken.

"In the end... I also bear a lot of responsibility for how this land turned out this way."

Kara, standing to the side, spoke somewhat awkwardly, her face showing obvious unease and embarrassment at having caused trouble, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of her cloak:
“I got carried away and didn’t fully control my strength, so I hit the mountain with it… If you really want to take responsibility for repairing this land, I can help.”

She paused, her voice unconsciously softening, carrying a hint of the inner turmoil typical of a young woman:

"It's just... could you try to schedule it during my free time... you know, I need to maintain my GPA... I can't fail any courses..."

Where has your super intelligence gone?
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Looking at the two people in front of him, each expressing their poverty in their own way, Locke's initial heartache and complaints about the destruction of his land suddenly dissipated by more than half.

He snorted twice in annoyance, but secretly chuckled to himself.

He certainly couldn't expect these guys who were risking their lives to protect the world to pay compensation.

Ultimately, the mess before our eyes is just a temporary desolation of the land.

But the Kent farm that truly belonged to him, the place that held his home and memories.
But thanks to the desperate protection of this group of seemingly unreliable but absolutely dependable guys, not a single fence fell down and remained completely intact.

The land can be recovered slowly.
The greatest fortune is that our home is still here and we are safe.

"Alright, alright."

Locke waved his hand, his tone softening: "We'll talk about compensation later..."

He then turned his head, his gaze passing over the broken horizon and landing on the figure not far away, which remained as silent as an abyss.

“Clark…”

He could now clearly sense that the familiar auras belonging to Clark, Dio, and others from the main universe were rapidly approaching him.

Looking down at the still-sleeping baby in his arms, Locke looked up again, his tone sincere: "It's Christmas Eve. The farm is a bit messy, but we should still have turkey and hot cocoa at home... How about..."

"No"

The emperor simply shook his head, calmly interrupting Locke's unfinished words.

In those eyes, burning with a constant golden flame, there was no hesitation or lingering attachment.

"I should go back now, Uncle."

His voice was steady, yet decisive.

His gaze swept almost imperceptibly over the two quiet, silver-haired infants in Locke's arms, a faint ripple seeming to flicker deep within his eyes, only to be quickly swallowed up by the vast, dark sun.

He spoke in a flat, emotionless tone:
"The war has only just begun."

"My legion will not stop its conquests because of the commander's temporary departure, but my existence is also of vital importance."

"The Parademons will show no mercy."

"I'm sorry... Uncle, please forgive me this time."

Locke could easily tell what the other person was afraid of.
He was a god.
He was actually afraid.

He feared that witnessing those faces filled with warmth and concern would cause him to fall back into human form.

Looking at the face that resembled his nephew's but carried too much weight, Locke sighed silently in his heart.

Since there was no point in trying to persuade him to stay, he said no more.

He simply focused his mind, trying to connect with the unusually quiet capital city in his mind that had been there since earlier.

"Please report the coordinates of Shen Du."

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A stream of information containing a specific temporal and spatial rhythm quietly entered Locke's consciousness.

Then, under the shocked gazes of the surrounding heroes, Locke casually raised his free hand and lightly traced a line in the air with his fingertips.

—Sizzle!
He casually tore open an extremely unstable teleportation portal.
It was opened up with ease!

"!!!"

"Old bird!" Green Lantern nearly popped his eyes out, and couldn't help but slap Hawkman's shoulder hard. "Did I see that right?! He... he... he casually opened a portal across the multiverse?!"

"This is even more outrageous than us using light rings for interstellar jumping!"

“I’m not farsighted yet, Scott.” Hall, though equally shocked, maintained his composure. “I saw it.”

Ron watched in silence, his gaze shifting between Clark and Locke.

Kara looked completely bewildered. She hadn't even had a chance to say a few words to this younger brother from the future before he was about to leave.

A hint of disappointment flashed in her deep blue eyes; she still wanted to ask…

What choices will my future self make?
But the emperor clearly had no intention of lingering any longer.

There was no farewell, no lingering glance back; he simply nodded gently to Locke.

Immediately, the golden light that had been contained around him became dazzling again, and he transformed into a pure golden stream of light, turning into a reverse meteor and rushing into the teleportation portal without hesitation!

"Wow——!"

The moment his figure disappeared, the golden portal closed up swiftly and silently, like water smoothed by an invisible hand, leaving no energy ripples or spatial folds.

Just as when it arrived, it descended from the heavens like a divine army, turning the tide with absolute power.

When it left, it was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, leaving no trace.

Looking at the spot where the teleportation portal had disappeared, Locke sighed softly to himself.

The solemnity and determination in the emperor's eyes made him, as an elder, feel very uneasy.

“Clark…” he murmured unconsciously, with a hint of melancholy.

"Uncle! We're here!"

A familiar voice, tinged with a hint of anxiety, came from behind him, responding to his soft call.

Locke paused for a moment, then a genuinely relaxed smile appeared on his face. He shook his head, pulling his thoughts back from the distant parallel universe to reality.

Turning around, she prepared to greet her two troublesome boys...

"?!"

The next moment, he was completely dumbfounded.

Farming robots have really appeared!

And it wasn't just him...

This visually stunning and almost magical scene naturally caught the attention of the few well-traveled heroes who had not yet left.

"Hey, hey, hey Ron, tell me honestly, is this really just an ordinary Kansas farm?" Scott pointed to the sky, his voice filled with shock as if his worldview had been shattered. "They even have... Gundams?! This isn't right!"

Yes……

On the horizon at the edge of the battlefield...

A blue and white Freedom Gundam is charging towards you in a crooked and wobbly manner, making you worry that it might fall apart at any moment!
"Isn't it just a robot?"

Hawkman, who has been reincarnated hundreds of times, clearly doesn't get it.

Compared to the battle that involved a higher level and visitors from the multiverse that we just had.

This mechanically driven humanoid creation was less attractive to him than even a single metal feather of his own.

I'm wearing N-metal! Old Scott, with your failing eyesight, do you even know what Amazon metal is?! Do you even know what the Eighth Magical Metal is?!
He glanced at the overreacting Scott with a hint of disdain and said speechlessly, "Is it really worth getting this worked up about?"

“As for…” Scott said irritably, “this is a work of art that only exists in fantasy. I couldn’t even replicate it with my ring, and yet this farm actually has one.”

"ZGMF-X10A... Freedom Gundam. Although its size seems to be scaled down, its appearance and silhouette are undoubtedly those of that legendary mobile suit."

Kara interrupted Scott, her deep blue eyes practically gleaming with the excitement of seeing a rare treasure, and she involuntarily muttered to herself:
"This is simply a national treasure!"

"Damn it! Why isn't it the Strike Freedom?!"

She subconsciously swallowed, trying to appear more reserved and avert her gaze from the sleek and powerful silhouette of the aircraft, but her eyes were firmly drawn to it, and she simply couldn't...

until...

"boom--!"

The thruster's light flickered violently, flashing intermittently.

When it was still several meters above the ground, the massive mechanical body suddenly braked, swaying violently a few times before barely maintaining its balance.

The heavy metal foot landed with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust and gravel.

"Crack——!"

Clark jumped off his right palm with slightly clumsy movements, his face still showing lingering excitement, but he first looked anxiously in Locke's direction:
"uncle."

"—The World!"

A declaration interrupted Clark's words!

Let time stand still!
"Om-!"

Flow resumed again.

In stark contrast to Clark's flamboyant entrance...

A golden figure disregarded spatial distance and appeared right in front of Locke!
Dio's red eyes held an undisguised urgency, and his voice was more rapid than usual:
"Father! Are you alright?! That monster..."

"That monster"

"monster"

"thing"

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His words echoed in the desolate night.

They keenly noticed the two swaddled babies in Locke's arms, so out of place with the battlefield atmosphere.

Dio abruptly stopped in his tracks, his expression, which had been a mixture of worry and murderous intent, instantly replaced by astonishment. His brows furrowed, and his gaze swept back and forth between the two infants and Locke.

This feeling of déjà vu is so familiar.
Could it be that? !

"……who are they?"

"?!"

Clark, who had just rushed over, was also stunned. He looked at Uncle Locke, who had a calm expression, and then at the two silver-haired babies in his arms, who were obviously newborns. His clear blue eyes were filled with great confusion and worry.

The CPU was a bit overloaded, and he didn't know where to begin asking the question.

My uncle has just survived a devastating battle...

Then, she found herself holding two babies?!
Am I going to have another younger brother?! One or two?!

This is how the plot unfolds.
It overwhelmed Clark's super brain.

Should he go to LUX and talk to the bar owner about how to be the eldest brother when there are so many younger brothers? After all, the owner seems to have had an unhappy family background, so he should know how to maintain a balance among the brothers, right?
Looking at his eldest son and nephew who had rushed over, covered in dust.

One carried the lingering scent of battlefield smoke and time-stopped energy, while the other had just jumped down from a crooked Gundam; both wore identical expressions of shock and confusion.

Locke looked down at the silver-haired babies in his arms: one had cried herself to sleep and was now sleeping peacefully, while the other had opened her bright blue eyes and was quietly observing the world.

Then look up at these two older brothers, who have taken on an additional responsibility.

The task of explaining this is likely to be arduous and long-term.

He cleared his throat, trying to appear more serious:
"In short"

"Locke! Are you alright?! How is that monster?"

Jonathan hadn't even fully regained his footing when a concerned voice reached him. However, when he saw what was before him, the rest of his sentence caught in his throat, and he was completely dumbfounded. Oh no!
Two more good-for-nothings are coming.

"Well... it's a long story."

"Anyway, as you can see, our endless supply of diapers has come in handy." Locke weighed the baby in his arms. "How about we thank the god of diapers first?"

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An eerie silence followed.

"Thank the god of diapers?" Clark asked hesitantly.

"You actually thanked me? Are you stupid, Clark?" Dio laughed angrily.

On the other side...
The stage that belongs to the heroes has come to a slow close.

Kara stood quietly in place, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

His gaze swept over Clark, who was standing with his family, with a complicated expression, before finally settling on the sleek Freedom Gundam in the distance.

That creation, which should have existed only in fantasy, now truly resided on this Kansas farm, symbolizing, like her brother whom she had never met, a complex reality she was not yet prepared to face.

She pursed her slightly pale lips, a hint of hesitation and struggle flashing in her eyes, but ultimately suppressed the urge to go forward and acknowledge her relatives.

Now it's like this...

Maintaining a proper distance might be just fine...

They all have their own lives.

“Mr. Rong En.” She turned to the Martian Hunter beside her, who had remained silent as a rock, and sighed softly, her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible weariness. “Help me say goodbye to them.”

"call out--!"

Before the words were even finished, the red and blue figure silently vanished into a blur.

With a soft pop, it disappeared into the still somewhat murky clouds, leaving behind a wisp of air that gradually dissipated.

Rong En's green face was expressionless; he simply nodded slightly.

He understood that Carla needed space, and since she chose to leave in this way, he naturally respected it and had neither the right nor the intention to interfere.

"Alright, my only remaining old buddy."

Scott stretched dramatically, his bones cracking all over.

"I don't want to care about anything anymore. Those two devilish babies of unknown origin who are just a handful, that super Kryptonian, that blond guy with a ghost on his back..."

Scott's gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Jonathan with a hint of surprise.

"And... that ordinary farmer?"

Touching his stubble-covered chin, Green Lantern's eyes flashed with suspicion.

Could it be that the other party's life level is too high, and my old eyes can no longer see through it?
never mind…

I don't want to think about it anymore, my head hurts.

"Cough cough cough cough"

He coughed even more exaggeratedly, even materializing a cane that shimmered with green light to lean on, and patted Hawkman's shoulder, which was covered with hard metal feathers, with his other hand.

"I played for half the night, and my old bones are about to fall apart."

"Right now, I desperately need a strong shot of bourbon to get by. Jim's bar will probably still be open tonight, since he and that noisy gorilla have nowhere else to go, hehe."

“Let’s go, old bird.” He nudged Hall with his elbow.

Carrying the heavy Naboo metal warhammer, Hall snorted coldly as usual upon hearing this, about to mock his old friend for being so unserious.

but.
My gaze swept over the spot where Nelson had just disappeared.
Thinking of yet another longtime companion bidding farewell to the stage in this way, and then looking at Scott before me, equally white-haired and with wrinkles etched with the marks of time...
His refusal, which was on the tip of his tongue, ultimately softened into a tacit acquiescence tinged with helpless indulgence.

"Whatever, Scott. Anyway, here..."

He looked around at the ravaged battlefield and the Kent family, now reunited, and thought, "...there's no need for us old folks, who should be in museums, to worry about this anymore."

“Hahahaha.” Scott laughed with satisfaction, then turned to Martian Manhunter, “Ron, how about you? Want a drink?”

"I'll be there later. Could you get me a drink?"

Ron turned to Locke and said calmly:
“I need to confirm with Mr. Kent the details of the guardianship agreement for these two newly emerging ‘special circumstances’.”

His gaze fell on the pair of silver-haired babies in Locke's arms.

Scott and Hall were already used to this, and shrugged knowingly.

They were even shocked that Rong En had agreed to have a drink with them that evening.

"Give him a strong drink later."

Scott muttered to himself.

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“I know of a magical plant that’s very effective against Martians,” Hall said abruptly.

"?"

Scott glanced in shock at Hall, who had actually agreed to his ridiculous joke, then a genuine smile crept onto his weathered lips.

"Then let's go, you two lonely old folks who no one wants."

Let's experience our own forgotten night.

talking
The two weathered old heroes supported each other.
Or rather, Scott hung halfway on Hall as they walked toward a relatively open area to the side.

With a disgruntled shove, Hall took a deep breath and swung his warhammer with a vengeance!
"Om-!"

Let the magical metal collide with space.

It forcefully created an unstable magical void.

"Wow! Our teamwork is still as brilliant as ever! Hopefully Jim won't hold it against us for stealing the wine last time."

With a laugh, he saw that the void had been formed.

Scott also slightly raised his hand, causing the light ring to emit a bright green glow, precisely enveloping the two of them, stabilizing the passage, and performing a short but efficient dimensional jump.

There was a flash of light and shadow.

The two figures then completely disappeared from the scarred wilderness of Smallville.

They went to the Forgotten Bar, a place known only to the Forgotten.

Rong En remained quietly waiting for the four people in front of him to finish their prayer ceremony for the Diaper Fairy.

After a series of half-truths and half-lies, Locke finally managed to temporarily calm his family's shock at the two babies who had appeared out of nowhere.

He skillfully placed the two swaddled babies in his arms into Dio's and Clark's hands respectively.

"Hold on tight, your new little brother."

He then turned and walked toward the Martian hunter who had been waiting quietly to the side, a mocking smile on his face.

"Mr. Rong En".

Locke dusted off his hands, even though there was nothing there:
"Who got left out of the Christmas Eve party?"

"?"

"Mr. Locke... I'm sorry... I'll be right back..."

"Haha, just kidding."

Locke laughed loudly, interrupting Ron's possible official remarks:
A rare moment of stunned silence appeared on Rong En's face, which quickly turned into a helpless, bitter smile.

He initially thought this was a polite way of rejecting official oversight.

"Want some? There's plenty of blueberry pie and pumpkin pie, though they might be a little cold."

His gaze passed over Locke's shoulder, glanced at Clark, who was frantically adjusting his baby-holding position, then at Dio, who looked disgusted but whose arms were steadily supporting the swaddled baby, before finally returning to Locke's face, which held a sincere invitation.

Rong En nodded slightly, a barely perceptible softening in his otherwise flat voice:

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Locke."

The wind and snow had completely stopped at some point, the dark clouds dispersed, and the cold moonlight poured down like mercury, illuminating the scorched and broken battlefield, and also illuminating the way home.

Leave that conspicuous Freedom Gundam where it is for the time being.

A group of people
Locke, Ron, Dio and Clark holding the baby, and the curious Jonathan once again set off on the dirt road back to the farm.

No one used superpowers or Stands; they simply strolled under the tranquil moonlight like any ordinary family, enjoying the rare peace after the great battle.

As they walked, Jonathan seemed to finally recover from the series of shocks. He looked at the babies in his two sons' arms and asked a very practical question:

"Locke, these two children... who's the older brother and who's the younger brother?"

"Um……"

Locke stroked his chin, feigning deep thought, his gaze sweeping over the two babies before he made his decision in a seemingly casual tone.

"The one who doesn't cry will be the older brother... the one who cries will be the younger brother."

"what?"

Clark blinked.

He looked down at the little one in his arms, whose crying had subsided but was still sobbing, and then peeked at the other one being held by Dio, who was quietly observing his surroundings with his bright blue eyes.

The young Kryptonian son couldn't help but gently nudge the brother next to him who always had a sour face.

"Dior..."

"Hmm?" Dio glanced at him sideways.

"Back then..."

Clark lowered his voice, a hint of mischief in it, "He must have cried terribly."

"..."

Dio's temple seemed to throb with a vein. He laughed in anger and swiftly slapped Clark on the forehead with his free hand.

"boom!"

A crisp sound, not loud but clear enough.

"Sigh~"

Clark gasped, touching his forehead in disbelief.

He actually got hurt?!

What's with this guy's strength?!
"After the last match, you were the loser, Clark."

Dior snorted coldly, raising his chin slightly:

"And the loser is always the younger brother."

With that, he ignored the snarling Clark and turned to look at Locke:
"Father... what are their names?"

Looking at this familiar and heartwarming interaction, Locke's smile under the moonlight grew even more gentle and profound.

He stopped, turned around, and his gaze swept over each family member, clearly pronouncing the names of two people destined to bear extraordinary fates:

"Virgil...Dante."

"Virgil Kent, Dante Kent."

The sound seemed particularly solemn against the silent night sky:
"Even if we find ourselves in hellish difficulties someday, I hope that my calm and resolute older brother can always help his younger brother, who sometimes feels lost and vulnerable, find his way out of the fog."
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"Hey you two, you call this 'The Divine Comedy'?"

In some unknown dimensional crevice.

That forgotten bar, forever filled with an air of mystery and a touch of intoxication.

“This is outrageous,” Detective Gorilla sighed. “Did Ron know you would do this? Send him back to Mars in one go.”

"Aren't you taking advantage of honest people who can't refuse you?!"

It added, its tone carrying the straightforwardness characteristic of animals.

"Then you'd better stop secretly putting magic powder in here!" Scott snapped, grabbing the gorilla off the table that was sprinkling glittery powder with its tiny paws, and turned to the knight bartender in front of him.

"And you, Jim! How dare you let a gorilla climb onto the bar?"

“Sorry, sorry,” Jim smiled insincerely, his hands still wiping the glasses. “I forgot about the new bar rules; gorillas really can’t be served at the table.”

"but."

Ignoring the resentful look that one of the animals cast after being dragged away, he said with a hint of helplessness:
"I think what you've done is a bit difficult to evaluate."

Who calls hallucinogenic liquor "The Divine Comedy"?

As he spoke, he also glanced at the wooden cups in front of Scott and Hall.

The glass of the strangely colored, bubbly liquid remained almost untouched.

The two old heroes, however, stared at their wine glasses, remaining silent for nearly three hours.

"Don't you know why he's immersed himself in his work all these years?" Scott said irritably. "Isn't it to suppress his longing for his hometown?"

"This is a specially made, high-quality product that allows people to safely immerse themselves in their most beautiful and warmest memories, finding solace and release for their souls."

"If that guy doesn't find a chance to release those forcibly suppressed emotions sooner or later, I reckon he'll explode from within. I can clearly see the complex and heavy emotional energy around him, almost tangible."

"Please trust the Green Lantern Corps!"

“Last time you said you were just an honorary OA,” Hall said speechlessly, rolling his eyes at Scott. “You just wanted to project his wonderful fantasies to satisfy your curiosity about seeing the Martian homeland. If I had known you were after this, I definitely wouldn’t have cooperated.”

"Hey you, you birdbrain, what are you doing at a time like this?"

"Alright, alright, you two. Anyway..."

"I think we should respect Mr. Rong En's opinion."

Jim interjected at the opportune moment, sighing, trying to defuse the minor argument:
"No matter how wonderful that place was for Mr. Rong En, after what he went through, it became nothing but purgatory."

"But to be honest..."

"You really did a good job naming this strong liquor 'The Divine Comedy'."

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"so."

Scott finally couldn't hold back any longer; his graying eyebrows furrowed, and his tone was full of confusion:
"Then we need to see the people, right?"

"It's been three hours... Why hasn't Rong En arrived yet?"

"Is there a possibility?"

Hall crossed his arms and leaned his warhammer against the table.

He raised his eyes upon hearing this, a hint of seriousness flashing in them. He lowered his voice and uttered a conjecture that sounded absurd yet wasn't entirely impossible:
"Because they couldn't pay, they were imprisoned as slaves by the farm owner...?"
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P.S.: Chapter 2 will be a little late, maybe half an hour later. I need to organize the dialogue, so it might be a bit slow.

P.S.: The concepts of Hell and demons in DC Comics, as well as the Sparda twins from Devil May Cry, are listed in the works-related section. You can check them out if you're interested.

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