American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Turning into a monster that's neither human nor ghost? It would be more satisfying to just kill him!

The next moment, as if responding to its master's resolute will, the light surrounding the Platinum Star suddenly surged! The brilliant purple-gold flames, with the power to tear through space, slammed into the burning demonic realm!

"Crack——!"

A sharp cracking sound was heard!

A huge crack shining with pure white light was torn open by the Platinum Star on the space barrier composed of sulfur and fire!

The scene distorted and changed, and the salty, cold sea breeze instantly replaced the scorching sulfur air.

Locke stood on the icy road of the coastal highway again.

Under his feet was the remains of Durance, which was rapidly weathering and turning into black powder and being blown away by the wind.

"came back?"

A huge sense of relief after surviving a disaster instantly swept over his body, almost making him collapse.

However, this feeling of relaxation only lasted less than half a second!

next moment.

Without any warning, the road beneath him suddenly lit up with a dark red hexagram array, exactly the same as the one in the demon realm!

Its light is strange and ominous!

? !

The relief on Locke's face froze instantly, replaced by an expression of disbelief and astonishment...

A touch of ridiculous irritability!

Are you Hell Demons so efficient?!

If you had told me earlier that you would retaliate so quickly, shouldn’t we have discussed it more?

Enduring the severe pain that almost tore his consciousness apart, Locke tried his best to concentrate his mind. The dazzling platinum star once again appeared faintly beside him, ready to strike.

In my heart, I couldn't help but curse a certain unreliable partner madly:

Did that bastard Logan swim to the Pacific Ocean?!

How come we haven't reached the Metropolis yet?!

"Wow——!"

The dark red hexagram shone brightly, like a boiling pool of blood!

The space in the center of the magic circle began to distort violently, and a breath of sulfur and destruction that was more terrifying and more condensed than before was about to burst out!

Obviously, the person sent by Marbas is definitely not a small character!

Seeing this terrifying existence about to descend, Locke gritted his teeth and prepared.

Give me the way!

However, before he had turned around and taken a step forward, the strategic retreat came to a sudden halt.

because

【Ding! 】

A cold, emotionless, and incompatible mechanical voice suddenly rang in Locke's mind:

[Adoption target: Dio Kent, guardianship period: 3287 days, testing completed]

[Evaluation Result: Dio Kent - Physical, Mental, Physical, Aesthetic and Labor Health Index meets the standard, Development Status: Good]

"?"

A huge question mark seemed to materialize above Locke's head.

This absurd notification sound caused his brain to shut down instantly.

However, in this thousandth of a second of shock, the distorted space fluctuations in the center of the madly flashing hexagram magic circle suddenly subsided!

There are no ferocious demonic claws, no blazing flames that burn everything...

Instead, a baby appeared out of nowhere, wrapped in a soft white swaddling cloth and sleeping soundly!

...? ? ?

It was completely out of instinct. The moment the baby fell to the ground, Locke's body was one step faster than his brain, and he steadily took the warm little life into his arms.

And almost at the same moment he held the baby, an extremely slight but extremely sharp sound, like a hot knife cutting butter, came from behind him.

Suddenly turning back——

Under the moonlight, a familiar tall figure was slowly retracting his adamantium claws that were flashing with cold light.

Logan...

This unreliable bastard finally showed up when he was least needed.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief, and his nerves, which had been stretched to the limit, suddenly relaxed. The immense fatigue and severe pain brought by the mental backlash overwhelmed him like a tsunami.

-

Time returns to the present.

The fragments of memory gradually pieced together and became clear.

Locke remembered it completely.

The cold, mechanical prompt sound seemed to ring in my ears again:

【Ding! 】

[Adoption target: Dio Kent, guardianship period: 3287 days, testing completed]

[Evaluation Result: Dio Kent - Physical, Mental, Physical, Aesthetic and Labor Health Index meets the standard, Development Status: Good]

You have successfully demonstrated your educational ability and meet the criteria for initiating the second adoption target authority.

[Target confirmed: Bagua·Lihuo—Saint Lord.]

[Parental privileges: Bagua·Genshan (already loaded).]

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

[Countdown to the next adopted character: six years]

oh.

It turns out to be Saint

Holy Lord? !

Locke was silent, and his mind couldn't help but recall the description of it in his memory.

Li of the Eight Trigrams is an innate deity and the only true dragon.

With dragon fire in his mouth and divine light in his eyes, he is omnipotent, and his palms have the power to change into any form.

Transform stillness into movement, and turn the ordinary into the spiritual.

The soul is immortal and the body is eternal.

His strength is so great that he can move mountains and fill the sea; his speed is as fast as the flow of light; if he hides himself, he will hide away from the world and no one will see him.

He also has divine power to eliminate all poisons and diseases, and his palms rotate yin and yang to distinguish the origins of good and evil.

"This child..."

Just as Locke was about to say something, there was a light knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Gray pushed the door open and walked in, holding a tray in her hand. She was obviously startled when she saw the sober Locke:

"Mr. Locke? You... your recovery speed is far beyond my expectations."

"Thanks for your care." Locke responded with a sincere smile.

"But..."

Gray put down the plate and frowned slightly:

"The doctor clearly stated that you may have internal bleeding and nerve concussion. You need at least a week of rest..."

"Ms. Grey," Locke interrupted her at the right time and cleverly changed the subject:

"Where's Lionel? Is he still at the Met?"

Upon hearing this, Gray immediately realized that her question might be a bit inappropriate, and quickly said seriously:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Locke."

"Boss came personally last night and confirmed that you were out of danger. He then asked me to stay and take full care of you and Master Dio."

"As for him," she paused meaningfully, "you know, the presence of a Luther Group helicopter at the explosion site always requires a detailed explanation and public relations response that adheres to 'official procedures.'"

Locke nodded in understanding.

Too

The black helicopter with the huge logo printed on it seemed to be announcing to the entire metropolis that this was Luther Group's business.

Ugh.

The favors I owe to others are really increasing.

"Oh right..." Locke suddenly remembered the key person. His face darkened and he glanced at Dio, "Where's your 'reliable' Uncle Logan?"

"I heard someone calling my name." A hoarse voice came from the door. Logan leaned against the door frame, holding a half-eaten banana in his hand. He grinned, revealing his white teeth: "Is that you, Locke?"

"You bastard." Locke's forehead was throbbing with veins. "You came just in time last night."

Scratching his messy hair, Logan looked at the sky outside the window with a vague gaze, as if recalling a difficult journey:

“I didn’t expect it to take so long.”

"I should have borrowed a speedboat in Gotham."

He gestured, "You know, the people there are honest and kind, they'll definitely be happy to help."

"."

Dio's red eyes ignited with indignation.

The world loomed behind him, and his fists clenched and cracked.

"Uncle Logan."

"So you're really late because you swam here?"

The room suddenly became quiet, and Locke couldn't help but hold his forehead. He might know the answer.

If... Giorno hadn't, in order to demonstrate the power of the Golden Experience, on a whim, transformed the old remote control at home into a blue ladybug...

If that ladybug hadn't happened to survive until last night...

Without that miraculous damage transfer, his best outcome would probably be to perish together with that demonic agent...

This might be the elusive thread of fate. Locke's gaze unconsciously drifted towards Dio.

The boy's red eyes beneath his golden hair were burning with anger, mixed with a hint of fear.

Logan standing by also sighed deeply, a complex expression flashing across his weathered face.

I finally understood why the future tyrant was so "caring" about me.

In that future where no miracles happened, he was indeed late.

He betrayed Locke's trust and failed to prevent the tragedy.

"never mind…"

Dio jerked his head away, suppressing his seething anger as he snorted coldly.

"I'm glad Daddy's okay." He pointed at the out-of-place crib again, his tone returning to his usual impatience. "So, where in the world did this little thing come from?"

"Where did he come from?" Locke was amused by Dio's question. He walked to the crib, looked at the little life sleeping inside, and said naturally and firmly, "He will be your little brother from now on, Dio."

"?!"

Dio froze in place as if struck by lightning, his scarlet pupils suddenly contracted, and his voice trembled slightly, which was rare.