American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

And now, everything is ruined!

Everything was...

"Crack——!"

The windmill's worn blades creaked and turned in the wind, casting changing light and shadows.

There seems to be some movement outside?

This frightened Dio so much that his body tensed up instantly.

“The world!”

He shouted loudly, and the air behind him began to distort again—

A golden figure immediately appeared beside him, watching him like a guardian angel.

but

no one.

Dio's body softened.

He felt relieved but also lost. He wished it was Locke who came to settle the score with him, or even if it was Clark who brought Uncle Jonathan to teach him a lesson!

really…

He, Dio, is the most unwanted person in this family.

I don't have Clark's skills, nor do I have Aunt Martha's cooking skills, nor do I know how to repair equipment like Uncle Jonathan, and I can't manage the farm as well as my father can.

"Assholes! They're all bastards!"

"I want to be the bad guy!"

Eight-year-old Dio began to turn evil!

"Muda!"

Shout out words learned from Vampire Hunter D.

Dio controls the world from the beginning.

Grind flour!

"Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da!"

"Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da——!!"

The childish shout echoed in the abandoned mill, and the golden shadow waved its fists wildly according to his instructions.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Under the violent attack of the world, the millstone that originally relied on wind power to turn actually began to turn directly!

Dust gushed out like snowflakes, dyeing the entire space pale white.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Dio was choked to the point of tears streaming down his face, but he laughed even more happily.

He stood in the center of the dust storm, his blond hair and shirt turned flour-white, like a sunny doll crawling out of a flour jar.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

He suddenly jumped onto the millstone and commanded the world to punch the drive shaft.

Amidst the shrill whistling of twisted metal, the millstone spun madly, making a dying roar!

"Hahahaha!"

"Wryyyyy!"

Standing on the violently vibrating millstone, Dio spread his arms to maintain his balance.

Flour spurted out from the cracks like a volcanic eruption, completely submerging him.

At this moment, he was no longer the good boy who needed to pretend, nor was he the jealous brother of Clark!

He is Dio, a unique being who can control mysterious powers!

“Wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big—!!!”

"boom!"

Until the last heavy blow fell, the dilapidated mill finally could not bear the burden.

With an earth-shaking sound of breaking, the entire millstone device collapsed, stirring up surface waves several meters high.

When the dust settled, Dio sat on the rubble, his glowing red eyes visible beneath his blond bangs.

He gasped, looked at his hands covered in flour, and suddenly realized——

The star birthmark on my shoulder stopped burning at some point.

".snort."

Pouting, Dio was about to crawl out of the ruins.

I am so bad that I actually took revenge on my father in this way.

Do bad kids go to heaven?

Dio felt a little disappointed, and wondered if he should go to Clark to apologize first.

Can…

"Ugh"

The sudden sigh made Dio stiffen all over. He looked up and saw a familiar figure who had climbed up the broken beam at the top of the mill at some point. He was looking down at him with the book "Basic Physics" in his hand.

The two looked at each other across the falling snow.

silence.

A long silence.

Finally, Locke wiped the flour off his face and said quietly:

".At least I don't have to buy flour tonight."

Dio was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing.

There was no pretense or calculation in this smile; it was simply the smile of an eight-year-old boy who had succeeded in a prank.

But as he laughed, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"let's talk."

Hearing this, Dio's throat seemed to be blocked by something.

He wanted to say 'get out of here', wanted to say 'leave me alone', and even wanted to summon the golden monster again to drive them away.

But in the end, the eight-year-old boy just bit his lip tightly and nodded.

"Before that," Locke slowly squatted down, looking at Dio at eye level, "let's first figure out what that yellow thing is."

"Haha." Dio smiled helplessly, "As you can see, my dear father."

His voice was as light as a feather.

"Just like Clark, I'm not an ordinary kid."

How could I not know that you are an ordinary child?

"Dio, have you ever wondered why I know he's yellow?"

Why else? Of course, the world looks yellow.

"?"

Dio was stunned. "Dad, you?"

"Yes, kid." Locke smiled helplessly and said softly, "Star Platinum!"

"This is the stand-in, and we."

"It's the Stand User."

Dio's pupils shrank.

He stared intently at the purple figure that appeared behind Locke.

That outline, the muscle lines, even the sharp lines at the corners of the eyes, except for the color and hair.

They are all very similar to your own "world"!

"This is impossible!"

Dio subconsciously summoned his Stand.

The two giants faced each other in the air, emitting the same energy fluctuations in the dim mill.

The flour still drifted slowly through the air, landing on Dio's trembling eyelashes.

His voice changed with excitement, "So I am really yours"

The word stuck in my throat.

All the questions about his life experience and all the confusion about the blonde hair and red eyes in the past eight years turned into burning anticipation at this moment.

They all have the same abilities.

What else can that stupid big Clark use to compete with me?

Looking at Dio's frighteningly bright red eyes, Locke smiled bitterly and reached out to brush away the flour from the ends of his hair.

“Although I really want to say yes.”

He paused, then suddenly tapped Dio's forehead with his knuckles.

"But I can't lie to you."

"Dior."

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?"

"."

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."

"."

-

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?"