American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 27 Dio: Clark, I'm going to exile you to Antarctica to raise penguins (Please continue reading)
The cry of an owl outside the window woke up the sparrows napping on the fence.

Dio awkwardly grabbed the pillow and threw it at Clark, but was caught by the other party halfway.

"I don't want you to die, so even if I'm afraid of drowning, I'm going to go down and pull you out."

"."

I can't stand Clark looking like this.

"go to bed!"

Dio ordered gruffly, crawling back into his bed and rolling the covers up like a chrysalis.

"I will never die now or ever again!"

"Clark, that's just one possible future!"

"If you keep doing this, I'll jump into the ice hole right now!"

".oh."

The moonlight flowed, illuminating the two small beds.

"Dio."

"So will I really become an emperor in the future?"

Obviously, Clark was still thinking about Giorno's words.

Dior, who was fuming under the quilt, suddenly laughed.

"Clark, do you know what an emperor is?"

"Of course I know!" Clark stood up unconvinced, his eyes flashing with seriousness in the darkness. "It's the villain in gold clothes in historical dramas! Every time the emperor appears on TV, Dad will point and say--"

He lowered his voice and imitated Jonathan's rough intonation:

"Look at this tyrant, Clark! This is why we Americans must be independent!"

Dio rolled his red eyes in the darkness: "Idiot, that's just a TV show."

He pulled the pillow over his face and said in a muffled voice, "A true emperor would..."

"Do you have to check our homework every day?" Clark suddenly interrupted, "like Uncle Locke checks our math problems?"

"puff--"

Dio threw the pillow off his face, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "Idiot! The emperor doesn't care about this! They...

He suddenly got stuck.

Under the moonlight, the two teenagers stared at each other, realizing an embarrassing fact at the same time—

None of them knew what a real emperor should do.

"Anyway!"

Dio grabbed another pillow in anger. "Emperors wear really stupid golden clothes and weird donut headpieces! They talk about this world and that world all the time, just like..."

"Like what?"

"Snapped--!"

The door was gently pushed open, and the light from the corridor cast Locke's tall silhouette on the floor.

He rubbed his temples, obviously having rushed over after being woken up.

"Little ones."

Locke sighed helplessly, "Your movements have already made me wake up and fall asleep three times."

"Dio, even a barn mouse could hear you kicking the bed."

"Uncle Locke, there may be no mice in our barn now." Clark scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Hey!"

"You kid."

Clark managed to make Locke laugh.

Seeing Locke smile, Clark couldn't help but ask in a low voice:
"Uncle Rock, will I really become what Giorno said in the future?"

Looking down at the uneasiness in the boy's eyes in the moonlight, Locke walked over and sat down between the two beds, making the mattress creak under the heavy weight.

He reached out and ruffled Clark's curls, glancing at Dio, who was pretending to sleep the moment he saw him.

"Listen, Clark."

Locke said softly, "No one can decide your future for you. You have no responsibility to cater to the future that anyone decides for you. You are not the emperor in Giorno's story, just like..."

He paused deliberately, "Dio is not Giorno's mortal father."

Dio's quilt suddenly moved.

Clark blinked. "So, I'm not responsible for that? Dio won't die?"

"That's because responsibility doesn't work that way, idiot!"

Dio threw back the quilt and sat up, his blond hair flying like an angry cat. "Responsibility is—"

"Do you remember to milk the cows every morning?"

Locke interrupted him, a sly glint in his eye.

Dio choked. "Of course not! It's clearly my responsibility."

"Agricultural taxes paid on time?"

"Dad!"

"Did you remember to refuel the tractor?"

"."

Dio summoned the world, his expression serious as he prepared to attack his father.

"Alright." Locke reached out and held the two boys' heads, quenching their unfilial thoughts. He smiled and said, "Responsibility is not a burden imposed on you by others. It is when you see something that needs to be done and you happen to have the ability to do it."

"It was a decision that came naturally."

"Just like Martha gets up early every day to make breakfast, not because anyone asks her to, but because she knows we love it."

Locke said gently, "Just like Jonathan, who insisted on repairing the fence even though his back hurt so much, because he didn't want the lambs to get lost."

"Clark, when you were five years old, you didn't like going out because your senses became more acute."

“Jonathan and I gave up planting crops that season.” “It was because we love you that we made this choice and took on the responsibility that comes with it—staying home with you until you get used to your senses.”

"And the price—two months of eating potatoes."

"But we have a good harvest, and you can go out like a normal person."

“Choice.”

Clark's eyes gradually lit up.

But Dio frowned: "What if I make the wrong choice?"

He thought about tonight
The choice is between running away and fighting alongside my father.

If I had chosen to fight alongside my father.
"Then you will understand the price of growing up."

"But the important thing is to always remember why you made the choices you made."

Locke stood up and walked towards the door, but suddenly turned back and added: "Also, you can make a decision now. If I hear any more noises."

"So we have to clean up the chicken manure from the entire farm tomorrow?"

Clark asked innocently.

"No!"

Locke gave a devilish smile, "It's to eat the blueberry pie Dio made."

"Hey!"

The moment the door closed, the pillow hit the door panel.

The moonlight flowed into the room again, shining on the two small beds side by side.

Clark whispered again:
"Dio, if I choose to become emperor, what will you choose to do?"

"You're so annoying, Clark!"

"Listen!" Dio turned around, his red eyes meeting blue ones. He spoke word by word, "If an idiot like you becomes emperor, it means this world is doomed. So, your future will really become like that."

"I will kick you off your throne."

Clark was stunned for two seconds, as if he finally got a satisfactory answer.

He smiled and showed two small canine teeth:

"Then let's put it this way! Dio, you can't die. You have to kick me off the throne."

"Fool."

Dio wrapped himself up like a silkworm cocoon again, "Who wants to talk to you?"

The room returned to silence. This time, no one spoke, only the steady breathing sounds gradually became synchronized.

But Dio, with his back to Clark, seemed a little dazed, his red eyes surprisingly bright in the darkness.

Choice
If that bastard Clark becomes emperor, the world will be ruined.
It would be better for me to be the one.

If the whole world turns into our Kent family farm, how much wheat can Dad harvest? How happy will that be?

Dio thought so.

but
The question arises again, if Clark doesn't become emperor, what should he do?

Dio didn't even dare to think about inheriting his father's farm.

He could not look forward to, nor could he imagine the day when Locke would pass away and he would take over Locke Farm.

And Dio preferred studying physics to being a farmer with Clark.

Gravity and the like are much more interesting than farming.

Thinking and thinking
"Clark!" Dio called out.

You actually plan to ask for his opinion?!

However.
"Hoo~ho~ho~"

Obviously, the very sleepy boy had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Heartless idiot"

Dio gritted his teeth and grabbed the corner of the quilt.

Do you seem to be suffering from insomnia?
He tried to count sheep, and all the sheep turned into Clark in golden armor; he tried to memorize the periodic table, and each chemical symbol twisted into the shape of a crown.

"hateful."

Dio jumped out of bed barefoot and tiptoed to the desk.

The moonlight illuminated the notebook he had secretly hidden, where a line of large characters was written:

Dior's Perfect Life.

[Option A: Physicist]

Dio nodded.

Maybe I can study time and space to go to the future and beat up that unfilial son.

[Option B: Farmer]

Dio shook his head.

As a grown-up, Clark estimated that he could do the work of two farms by himself.

Even if Dad really passed away, I wouldn't have to do anything myself because someone would do it for me, and I could get a share of Clark's money just by lying down.

And the third
The pen hovered above the paper, and the ink spread out into small black dots.

[Option C: Emperor]

Looking at the newly added options, Dio's mouth curled up.

To be honest, it was very attractive to him.

He remembered that being an emperor could exile others.

Glancing at Clark who was sleeping beside him, Dio chuckled.

If that day ever comes, he will definitely exile Clark to Antarctica to raise penguins.

I'll make you like the ice hole!

(End of this chapter)