American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 7 Your dad is always your dad! Spicy sauce in the cafeteria!
Dio was stunned.

He touched his dazzling blond hair, then looked at Locke's dark brown curly hair, and suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Three seconds later.

"Well, I suppose so." He shook his head.

"?"

Grabbing Dio by the collar, Locke lifted him up to eye level.

"What's that little bastard thinking?"

"Even if we're not related by blood, I'm still your father!"

Dio's blond hair was blown all over the place, but he still pouted stubbornly, "Oh, so you treat Clark like this too?"

"You always favor him. I think he is your real son!"

"How else can we explain these identical curly hairs?"

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Choked by this twisted logic, Locke put Dio down and summoned Star Platinum again.

The purple stand's fist gleamed with metallic luster in the sunlight.

"Then let's put it this way." He pointed at the two stand-ins who seemed to be incompatible, "You should continue to treat me as your real father based on this."

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A father and his son sat side by side on the haystack outside the mill.

In the distance, Clark's figure appeared and disappeared in the wheat field, and he was clumsily helping Martha pick up scattered blueberries.

"So," Locke bit a straw, "you've been giving Clark trouble all these years just because you think I'm biased?"

"Hmm." Dio stared at the tip of his boot, his toe unconsciously crushing a stone. "He has everything."

The sound was so soft that it was almost blown away by the wind.

"Aunt Martha knitted him a sweater, Uncle Jonathan taught him to drive a tractor, and even you..."

He clenched the grass stems between his fingers. "Every time we're together, you get closer to him and give him honey candy."

Locke was stunned.

He touched his face, as if realizing how deeply those details he had never paid attention to had left marks in the sensitive child's heart.

"Dio," he sighed. "I'm sorry."

"But do you know why Clark always talks to me?"

The blond boy turned his head away, refusing to answer.

"Because you said you like quiet." Locke ruffled his hair, "and that silly boy kept asking me when I could talk to Dio."

"I saw how pitiful he was, so I spent a few more words with him."

The tips of Dio's ears twitched.

“As for honey candy”

Locke pulled a crumpled paper bag from his pocket. "I made a big pot of it back then, but you said 'it's too childish, I don't want it', so I changed it to give it to Clark."

The paper package was unfolded, revealing a few melted candies, with a childish star pattern drawn on the wrapping paper.

It's exactly the same as the birthmark on Dior's neck.

The evening breeze became very quiet.

Dio stared at the sticky candies. He remembered how Clark would secretly break off half of the candy and stuff it into his textbook every time he got it. He remembered how the big, silly guy would rather get wet than not protect his schoolbag during the rainstorm. He remembered...
"Fool."

He grabbed a candy and put it in his mouth. It was so sweet that it made his tongue numb.

"Too childish. This thing is only suitable for that kid Clark."

"Really? Then I won't give it to you."

Looking at Dio's red ears, Locke smiled and pointed at the wheat field, "Look at Clark."

In the distance, Clark stumbled and scattered blueberries all over the ground again.

In his haste to pick it up, he knocked over Martha's basket.

"That kid has super speed, but he's always clumsy in daily life." Locke said softly, "And my Dio—"

He proudly patted the boy's shoulder.

"At seven years old, he can use his knowledge to help me fix a tractor, and last week he solved a calculus problem that even college students would struggle with!"

The setting sun stretched their shadows very long.

Dio suddenly realized that when they sat side by side, the curly hair and the blonde hair in the shadow were unexpectedly harmonious.

"Lao Deng."

"Ok?"

"At the next family party."

Dio jumped off the haystack and brushed off the grass and flour on his pants. "I want to sit next to you."

Watching Dio walk towards Clark, he looked like he was going to apologize.

A smile appeared on Locke's face.

but
Soon it turned into a face full of question marks.

Wait, what did this guy just call me?!

Looking at Dio, who seemed to be running towards the distance with a guilty conscience, Locke raised the corner of his mouth.

"Canteen Spicy Sauce!"

"The World!"

Time stands still.

Dio felt a flash before his eyes, and the next second the world was spinning.

He was carried on Locke's shoulders!
"???" Dio stared in astonishment, his blond hair falling back. "When?! How could you—"

"Your dad is always your dad, Dio."

Locke showed an evil smile, raised his hand and slapped his butt twice.

"Ouch! Wait! I was wrong!"

Dio flapped his legs in the air, flour still dribbling from his hair. "This isn't fair! Why are you so fast?!"

“It’s called parental privilege.”

Locke slapped the kid again before putting the red-faced kid down.

Then he looked at the translucent panel that appeared in the void:

[Dio Kent, eight years old, awakening stand: world]

[Synchronization rate exceeds critical value]

[Loading parental privileges for host]

[Stand: Star Platinum (Current pause time: 0.5 seconds)]

Locke Kent couldn't help but smile. He didn't expect that a 33-year-old farmer like him was still in good health.

It can even stop time for 0.5 seconds.

It is worthy of being the golden body of the Joestar family.
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In a blink of an eye, another three months have passed.

Martha and Jonathan went to visit relatives in Washington state.

So Clark boarded at Locke Farm with Dio and welcomed their first summer vacation in elementary school.

But the Kansas summer heat is always unpredictable.

The originally clear blue sky was swallowed up by iron-gray dark clouds within ten minutes, causing raindrops as big as beans to pound on the metal roof of the tractor.

"Go easy on the accelerator! Press the clutch all the way down!"

Locke yelled at the top of his lungs over the pouring rain, dripping down the brim of his cowboy hat in strings. "Dior! Stop staring at the dashboard! Look at the road!"

The blond boy gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The invisible world was suspended on the right, using its large golden hand to barely block the rain pouring in from the window without a windshield.

"Lao Deng!"

His bangs were wet and stuck to his forehead. Dio gritted his teeth and said, "This broken tractor is older than Clark and I combined! Can't you install a piece of glass?!"

Clark in the back seat was shaking from trying to hold back his laughter, and Dio glared at him in the rearview mirror.

"What are you laughing at! What are you doing?!"

"Sorry, I just wanted to say." Clark raised his hand weakly, but before he could speak.

He was frightened by Locke's glare and shrank back.

"Everyone, be serious!" Locke wiped the rain off his face, "We're driving now!"

To be honest, he actually missed the well-behaved Dio from three months ago.

At least at that time, the little bastard would pretend to be filial to him.

The tractor bumped along the muddy ridge, and Dio's boots slipped in the puddles and he almost stepped on the accelerator into the tank.

The world frantically reached for the joystick, but when the stand-in's hand passed through the rain, time suddenly froze for a moment—

Raindrops hovered in the air.

In the 0.1 second time stop, Dio finally succeeded in changing gears.

"what!"

He raised his chin proudly.

As expected of me!

Such a quick reflex time.

"Crack~"

Time resumed its flow, and the splashing mud covered Dio's face.

Seeing this scene, Locke naturally couldn't help laughing out loud.

This silly boy obviously doesn't know about his time-stopping ability, and only activates it unconsciously occasionally.

"Dio, stop now, you're going to hit Wei"

Locke's words suddenly stopped.

Because Clark couldn't help laughing out loud, which made the yellow-haired boy blush.

"I'm sorry Dio, I just wanted to..."

"asshole!"

"boom!"

The two teenagers started to wrestle in the narrow cab, and the tractor suddenly drew an S shape in the field like a drunk.

"You two—!"

Locke's helpless shout was drowned out by the thunder.

Seeing that shouting was useless, he immediately stepped forward, jumped onto the tractor, grabbed the steering wheel, but
I saw a strange scene reflected in the rearview mirror:

Deep in the wheat field, a huge figure was staggering towards them, leaving behind a long trail of blood that was quickly washed away by the rain.

Dio and Clark stopped fighting at the same time.

With a glimmer in his eyes, Clark shouted in surprise, "Uncle Locke!"

"That man is bleeding! Lots of blood!"

(End of this chapter)