American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 26 Clark: Dior, I don't understand. (Please continue reading)
The steam from the hot shower was still condensing on the bathroom mirror, sliding slowly down the glass.

After accompanying the two children to take a bath, Locke walked into the bedroom, wiping his wet hair and casually draping the towel on the back of the chair. With the slight creaking sound of the mattress, Locke lay on the bed, his left hand unconsciously stroking the blue ladybug on his chest.

Outside the window, a full moon hung over the wheat field. The cold moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

This was the only thing Giorno had left.

The touch of the cold metal reminded him of the strange battle tonight and the Wolverine who claimed to be from another world.

"Mutants"

Locke whispered the word.

Logan's appearance at least confirmed one thing——

The urban legends about mutants in this world are not just rumors.

What Locke didn't expect was that these people with X genes were actually uninvited guests who were "thrown" from other worlds.

"Does this count as tearing the dimensional barrier?"

Staring at the cracks in the ceiling, Locke's thoughts were like the swaying wheat waves outside the window.

Although Logan didn't say it explicitly, you can guess it with your toes.

After first excluding the chatterbox who wears red tights all day, the person who has this ability might be...
god?
Locke rolled over, the mattress springs making a protesting sound.

Giorno's words echoed in his mind again.

'Professor Charles'

'Anti-Injustice Social Republican Party'

Obviously
Professor X was also drawn into this trans-temporal farce and even became the spiritual leader of the resistance army in the future.

But what disturbed him most was the contradiction in the timeline.

I was originally certain that Giorno came from a parallel universe, after all, the system promised to send more children.

But tonight's kryptonite monster
Taking a deep breath, Locke unconsciously clenched the sheets with his fingers.

The time and place of the metal killing machine's appearance were too precise.

If he hadn't discovered it in time, according to normal development, based on his understanding of Jonathan and his wife,
Martha's blueberry pie should be fresh from the oven and still steaming hot.

She would wrap the iron plate with the napkin embroidered with sunflowers, and Jonathan would complain about "eating sweets so late" while happily starting the tractor.

Then, at a certain turn.

A huge metallic shadow suddenly appeared in the moonlight.

Martha's screams were drowned out by the rain, and Jonathan tried in vain to block his wife with his body.
In the end, Wolverine came late to put an end to everything.

"Damn it!"

Locke sat up suddenly, and the curly hair on his forehead was soaked with cold sweat.

This deduction is too real, as if I saw it with my own eyes.

Now he finally understood what Giorno meant by 'Grandma Martha whom I have never met'.

In that pre-altered future, the Kents did die tonight.

And if something happens to them
Nadio and Clark.
He remembered what the system said eight years ago.

【ding~】

【Adoption successful.】

【Currently adopted character: Dio Brando】

Please help them grow healthily in mind, body, and spirit, and build a great career.

What will Dior look like if he grows crooked?

Is it still in line with the healthy growth of his golden finger?

Could this be the reason why the system crashed?

The night wind suddenly picked up, causing the windows to vibrate slightly.

His fingertips touched the ladybug on his chest again, which was as quiet as a dead object. The coolness of the metal calmed Locke down.

Regardless, history has changed.

The means of the unknown existence mentioned by Giorno have failed.

Martha's blueberry pie is still sitting there in the kitchen, and Jonathan is going to complain about back pain tomorrow morning.
Dio and Clark were still arguing in low voices next door. Words like "ice cream flavors" and "how to trick Aunt Martha into buying a game console" could be vaguely heard.

"Phew~" Locke breathed a sigh of relief; the ordinary noise actually helped him relax his tense nerves a little.
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Next door bedroom.

Dio sat cross-legged on the bed, his blond hair gleaming in the moonlight.

He folded his arms arrogantly, staring at Clark on the bed opposite him with red eyes:

"Hey, Clark, you didn't do anything tonight. Shouldn't you do my share tomorrow?"

"Um"

Clark rubbed his still dizzy head, his blue eyes particularly bright in the darkness: "Okay."

But this straightforward answer made Dio choke.

Is this still Clark?
He narrowed his eyes and added another condition: "Also, your share of the pancakes Aunt Martha makes tomorrow will be mine."

"No problem." Clark smiled.

Dio's eyebrow twitched.

He threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed, his bare feet making noises on the wooden floor:

"Then let me read your comic books first from now on! And you can secretly ask for leave for classes I don't want to attend! And..."

"It's all right, Dio."

Clark's voice was soft, but it made Dio freeze in his tracks.

The moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the Kryptonian boy's slightly red eyes.

"F"

Dio scratched his hair angrily, "Clark! Are you my servant?!"

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Clark's expression of serious thought was clearly visible in the moonlight. He hesitated and said, "It's not impossible?"

"Hey"

Dio seemed to be so angry that he laughed. He gritted his teeth and rushed to Clark's bed, grabbing the collar of his pajamas: "Listen! I'm not going to die now! I'm still alive! Why do you need to care so much about what the future person said..."

His voice suddenly stopped.

In the moonlight, Dio saw Clark pursing his lips, his eyes full of reluctance.

"."

Letting go of his hand, Dio sat down on the bed.

The night wind lifted the curtains, and the rustling sound of the wheat fields drifted into the room.

Clark wiped his eyes quietly and suddenly whispered, "Dio, do you remember last winter?"

"Shut up."

Dio interrupted him fiercely, "If you dare mention that time I fell into the ice hole again, I'll tell all the kids in town the coordinates of your secret base."

That's terrible!

Thinking of the destruction of his secret base, Clark quickly covered his mouth with his fingers, leaving a few suppressed gasps leaking out from between his fingers.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting tiny specks of light on Clark's trembling eyelashes.

He hesitated for a long, long time, until Dio thought the topic was over, and then he suddenly spoke:
"Dio, do you know what I was thinking at that time?"

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid to disturb the tranquility of the night.

"The teacher told us to be careful in the outdoor pond, saying that people can drown." Clark slowly released his hand. "Although I don't quite understand why people drown, I may know what death is."

"Dio, the squirrel we saw in the spring."

"do you remember?"

"then."

Clark's voice trembled a little. "The nest we built for it was so warm and filled with so many nuts."

Staring at the swaying moonlight on the floor, Dio thought of that morning after the snow.

The squirrel froze to death, and Clark squatted in the snow and cried for a whole hour.

"Idiot." Dio's voice softened unconsciously. "I'm not a squirrel."

(End of this chapter)