American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Author: Pumpkin Lantern Cake

Summary:

Summary:

Traveling through the world of American comics, Locke Kent thought he would be able to wait for the golden finger and travel the universe.

After waiting for twenty-five years...

What I ended up with was a long list of tax bills.

Penniless, he had no choice but to farm with his cousin Jonathan Kent.

Actually, it would be nice to be a farmer and hug Superman’s thighs, right?

However...

In the first harvest year.

Fate brought good news and bad news.

good news:

Goldfinger is finally online

bad news:

This first "hack" that arrived 25 years late was actually—

A blond baby with a star birthmark and a strange stone mask

[Ding! Adoption successful: Dio Brando]

【Please ensure the healthy growth of your character physically, mentally, physically, aesthetically, and labor-intensively! 】

Locke: “?”

Many years later—

The Savior of Gotham finally takes a break from his busy schedule to visit his old father who is working hard on the farm.

"Father, recognize me, I will surpass..."

"boom!"

Looking at Dio who was knocked down by him using Star Platinum: Beyond Heaven.

Locke shook his head helplessly.

"Dio..."

"Dad, I'm just a farmer trying to protect his wheat fields from his unfilial son."

......

Current adopted characters:

"Savior of the Evil" - Dio

"Eight Trigrams: Fire of Separation" - Holy Lord

Chapter 1: The Baby with Stars on His Shoulders

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the wheat fields were steaming with heat waves.

The tractor rumbled across the field, and the diesel exhaust from the exhaust pipe mixed with dust and fell to the ground, forming gray and black gullies.

When the tractor reached the end of the field, the man in the car immediately turned off the accelerator, took off his frayed cowboy hat to fan himself, and turned to look at the granary.

He thought that the so-called joy of harvest was just like this, right?

after all…

The newly harvested oats can be piled up into a golden mountain in the warehouse!

"Boom!"

"Hey!! Locke!"

A rough voice pierced through the heat, splitting the stagnant air like a blunt knife.

Locke squinted and saw an old red tractor driving towards him over the stubble. In the driver's seat was his cousin, Jonathan Kent.

He was waving at him, veins bulging on his red and white arms.

At first glance, he is a typical American strongman.

"This year's wheat is so good that even God would be jealous!"

"Hahahaha!"

Jonathan slammed on the brakes, and the tractor's tires crushed a few remaining grains of wheat, making a slight popping sound.

He jumped out of the car and pulled out two bottles of ice-cold beer from the back seat. The collision of hot and cold made the condensation on the bottles sparkle in the sunlight.

"Come, celebrate this year's harvest!"

Smiling helplessly, Locke took the bottle of wine, opened the cap, tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

"Jonathan, my brother, you really helped me a lot."

He thanked her heartily.

If it weren't for this man, I would probably have been begging on the street.

"We're already brothers, so what else can we say?" Jonathan curled his lips and gulped down his beer. "As long as you don't report me to Martha for having a few drinks, I'll be satisfied."

"You guy."

Locke laughed in silence and honestly said that in his previous life he would never have imagined that Superman's adoptive father had such a side to him.

"Let's stop chatting. Martha's urging me to go back and rest again." Jonathan stuffed the beer bottle into Locke's tractor and sighed, "You know, I'm going to suffer again tonight."

"."

Locke held back his laughter and said nothing.

Perhaps this is the sadness of middle-aged men, but

Who made it so that this cousin of his still hasn’t had a child?

It is estimated that only after Clark arrives will Jonathan's miserable night life in recent years come to an end.

Looking at the harvesters still roaring in the distance and the golden wheat waves undulating in the hot wind.

Locke fell down with his head tilted back, looking at the sun in the sky.

He is Locke Kent.

I have been transported here for twenty-five years.

Ever since I learned that there is a Gotham in this world

There is a metropolis

From then on, he looked forward to his magnificent life.

But the opposite happened. The golden finger did not come, but the farmer's life came instead.

However, it was different from the life of a farmer he had imagined. He inherited his dead father's dilapidated farm and fantasized about becoming a local landlord. But in less than two days, he was hit hard by all kinds of high taxes in the United States.

"Property tax, agricultural tax, fuel tax, equipment use tax"

He silently recited the nouns that had gnawed at his flesh and blood over the years.

During the first harvest, the IRS men drove their shiny cars over his muddy ridges, wearing suits that were enough to buy half his warehouse of oats, and read out the numbers they tapped on their calculators in a tone even colder than the eulogy he read at his father's funeral!

Fortunately, the couple whose farm was next to his was Jonathan and Martha.

When all the taxes and drought were about to overwhelm him, the two of them calmly lent him their shoulders again.

From then on, Locke gave up his fantasy of Goldfinger.

Even for him, the golden finger in this life has never been a system or superpowers, but someone is willing to cross forty acres of wheat fields on a hot summer afternoon and hand over his meager savings to him.

Lying on the stubble, Locke's thoughts drifted away with the foam in the beer bottle beside him.

After this year's wheat is sold, I will find a reason to return the money to Jonathan and secretly give him some extra money.

After all, Jonathan doesn't even have much private money left.

Alas, I don't know when Clark will arrive. He and Jonathan haven't had their old men's party for half a year.

Um.

By the way, when Clark arrives, I must make him recognize me as his godfather, so that I can...

Locke squinted his eyes, and the sunlight from the sky made him drowsy and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

"Forget it. Let's get some sleep first...let the wheat grow another night."

-

"what time is it?"

Sitting up drowsily, Locke looked up at the moon that had appeared in the sky at some point in time, and raised his wrist to check the time.

Can….

boom! ! !

A deafening explosion suddenly sounded, and the earth shook!

Locke shuddered and jumped up from the stubble, his heart pounding wildly.

"Aliens are attacking?!"

His first reaction was that some super-powered people were fighting nearby, or the military was experimenting with some weird weapons.

But when he looked around in panic, his face suddenly turned pale—

Thick smoke is billowing from the direction of Kent Farm!

"Jonathan?! Martha?!"

Something went wrong with the Kryptonian spacecraft landing site?!

How could it fall directly into the farm and cause a fire!

Locke woke up instantly, and scrambled towards the tractor, not even having time to insert the key. He pulled out two wires and touched them -

“Chuchu chuchu!!!”

The tractor roared and rushed out. Locke gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the stubble field was moving backwards wildly under the wheels.

"Please don't let anything happen to you, please don't let anything happen to you."

His throat tightened and countless terrible thoughts flashed through his mind.

Maybe it's not a Kryptonian spaceship?

Was it an accident? A gas explosion? A short circuit?

still is

attack?

This world is not peaceful. What if some villain targets the future Superman adoptive parents?

As the tractor rolled over the ridge of the field, Locke could even see the shape of the flames.

The Kent barn is burning!

Thick smoke rose into the sky, sparks flew, and heat waves hit us in the face.

And in that firelight—

A blurry figure was staggering out!

Locke's heartbeat almost stopped.

"Jonathan?!"

He stepped on the accelerator and the tractor roared into the farm. Before it stopped, Locke jumped off and almost fell into the mud.