American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

As they approached the farm, Rune suddenly felt a little apprehensive—in movies, animations, and comics, Superman's adoptive father, Jonathan Kent, was always the rather stubborn character, and he was afraid that the other party would blame him for bringing danger to this quiet and peaceful farm.

"Get out, boys." Martha got out of the car, and Rune followed her out.

The farm before me was vast, and in this seemingly endless expanse of land, only a few buildings stood like lonely giants. The grass beneath my feet had turned somewhat yellow, but it was still soft to the touch, making me want to lie down on it.

Soon, a man carrying a pitchfork walked over. He wore a straw hat, had dark skin, habitually squinted, and had a serious expression.

"Is this your classmate?" he asked, his voice steady and strong.

"Jonathan, come with me." Before Clark could answer, Martha pulled the man aside and whispered something. Rune was a little at a loss and could only be dragged into the house by Clark.

"Ugh, damn it." Clark opened the refrigerator; inside, besides milk, there were only tomatoes, eggs, and a few ears of corn, with a few scattered, already opened chocolates in the corner. He said regretfully, "Sorry, you'll have to have some macaroni and cheese. I remember there was an apple pie in the fridge yesterday..."

Clark opened the cabinet next to the refrigerator and took out a can of food.

It really didn't taste good. This stuff was like overcooked, almost mushy ring-shaped noodles mixed with salty condensed milk, and it was ice-cold. It was bearable at first, but after eating a lot, the milky taste became terribly cloying. However, Rune, who hadn't eaten for who knows how many days, still ate the whole can.

To be honest, the taste of this canned food was only average compared to the food served at the monastery.

"Runn, please come out for a moment, I have a few questions for you." Jonathan walked over, and Martha also came in. She looked at the canned food in front of Clark and Runn with surprise, her face saying, "You're just feeding them this?"

Rune walked out of the door nervously. Jonathan, with a deep expression, half-squatted down and stared straight at Rune.

"You...you really know magic?"

"Ah...yes, yes." Rune was a little dumbfounded, but still nodded.

"Can you cast a spell on me, make me float, or... well, just any kind of magic, let me try it out..."

At this moment, Rune noticed that the seemingly serious man's face was slightly flushed, but his skin was so dark that it was not noticeable.

Rune smiled and nodded, then took out his wand and said to Jonathan, "Yugadimmleviosa!"

Jonathan suddenly took flight, watching the ground recede from him bit by bit. A strange feeling welled up inside him—a sense of liberation from constraints, a feeling of complete comfort, yet also a fear of falling. These two complex emotions battled each other, but ultimately the former triumphed over the latter.

Jonathan smiled, and he even learned to adjust his position without being taught, leaning back to bask in the sun.

"That's amazing! How long will this magic last?"

"I'll let it last as long as I want," Rune said loudly. By this time, Jonathan was taller than the house.

After a while, Jonathan returned to the ground. His legs gave way, and he almost fell, but Rune helped him regain his footing. "Magic is truly amazing. Child, just stay here with us and don't worry about those cowardly bullies."

He patted Rune on the shoulder: "However, never reveal your magic to others. I know that my request for you to cast a spell on me just now went against this principle, but... I still have to say it, child, not everyone can calmly accept the fact that you can use magic. The more worship you gain, the more terrible jealousy and malice you will receive."

"Alright." Rune nodded, always knowing his limits. He was well aware of ordinary people's yearning for magic; after all, in his past life, he was the child who had never received a letter from an owl. And the government of the Ugly Kingdom in this world... no, not just in this life, but even in his past life, the Ugly Kingdom government was utterly despicable.

They would even use their own people to experiment on viral weapons. If someone with magical abilities fell into the hands of those beasts, they would either be sent to a suicide squad or forced to undergo human experimentation, which would be destructive research.

And I'll have to settle accounts with that girl Amanda later.

Back in the room, Clark rushed over and asked anxiously, "So, are you going to stay at our house?"

Martha glanced at Clark helplessly: "I already told you, as long as Rune doesn't want to leave, he can stay."

Rune nodded. "Thank you."

Jonathan turned on the TV and watched the weather forecast: "Don't worry, I've been friends with the town's sheriff for years. Gotham is Gotham, but if anyone outside of Gotham dares to lay a hand on me, I'll chop it off."

It sounded pretty badass, but the real reason Rune decided to stay on the farm was Clark. With him and Clark on the farm, even if the entire Court of Owls came, they would still die here. Besides, if he left, the Clark family, who had once saved him, would likely be hunted down by the Claws. So, it was better to stay on the farm and fight alongside Clark.

In the weather forecast, the pretty female presenter continued, "...This may be the most intense sunspot activity in nearly twenty years, during which some electronic devices may malfunction..."

The Jonathans found a bed in the storeroom and, with the help of rune magic, easily moved it into Clark's room. Since Clark's room wasn't very big, the rune used transmutation to turn Clark's bed into a bunk bed.

"Wow, magic is so convenient," Clark exclaimed. "Could you stretch out the bed frame for me? I feel like I've grown a lot taller lately, and this little bed is too small for me anymore."

"Why not?" Rune tapped the small bed with his wand, and the small bed stretched like a person and instantly turned into a large bed. At the same time, Rune reinforced it to prevent Clark from messing around in the middle of the night and collapsing the bed.

"Wow, this is amazing!" Clark rearranged the bed, then flopped onto the new bed, happily rolling around. "Since you can make the bed bigger, why don't you sleep in the same bed as me?"

"I'm afraid you'll strangle me in the middle of the night." Rune sighed. It was definitely not something he could say aloud, so he said, "Because I'm afraid this little bed won't be able to support both of our weight."

Then, under Clark's eager gaze, Rune began to practice magic. During this long period of magical study, Rune also discovered his talent. He was very good at casting spells, and black magic was a piece of cake for him. However, to increase the power of the latter, extremely strong negative emotions were required. Therefore, although Rune could learn black magic quickly, its power was not strong.

Rune's greatest talent is Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall has emphasized more than once that she hopes Rune can study Transfiguration more. Whether it is the speed, precision or durability of transformation, Rune is the strongest in the last few decades, especially in the direction of turning inanimate objects into living things.

According to Professor McGonagall, the creatures created by Rune seem to possess their own will and can spontaneously carry out Rune's commands.

At Hogwarts, Rune continued to practice his Transfiguration. After the battle with the Claws, his Transfiguration seemed to have changed. He couldn't explain what had happened, but he felt he should seize the opportunity.