American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

There was obvious impatience in his tone, because because of Sarafiel, he was going back to the starting point of the ocean of knowledge.

Being pushed away by her brother, Sarafiel's little mouth pouted, her long eyelashes fluttered, and her big eyes quickly filled with moisture that was about to roll down.

"Tsk..."

Dio smacked his lips irritably, a nameless anger rising in his heart.

I don't know where that big, stupid Clark has been running off to lately, and Sarafiel is especially clinging to him today, like he can't be shaken off—

The third stand-in.

The rare quiet time during the winter vacation is about to be ruined.

Ugh…

It would be nice to have an automated babysitter who could calm Sarafiel down.

In this way, he himself can completely sink into the ocean of knowledge

Ok?

nanny?

An idea so bold it was almost absurd jumped into Dio's mind like a frog struck by lightning.

His astonishing wisdom told him a plan that was enough to shock the world.

My mind is racing!

Silently, a tall and burly stand-in covered in golden armor appeared beside the sofa like the most loyal guard, his scarlet eyes scanning the surroundings indifferently.

After a while.

Dio forced his gaze to refocus on the complex equations on the page, then used a little of his mind to control his Stand like a puppet:

Have it pick up colorful blocks scattered on the carpet.

Um.

Start with something simple and create some magical effects to attract Sarafiel's attention.

The hands of the world slowly began to build blocks.

But perhaps it was out of habit, or perhaps it was a subconscious desire to end this distracted state as quickly as possible, Dio subconsciously used his most familiar and powerful ability -

"Om-!"

The gears of time were forcibly stuck within 1 second!

The whole world fell into a dead gray silence.

However, in this frozen moment where ordinary people couldn't even transmit nerve signals, Dio used his mind to control the world and accurately suspended several building blocks in mid-air, forming a shaky and visually impactful tower in his hands!

The time stop ends.

Color and sound returned instantly.

And Sarafiel...

He stared blankly at the building blocks that were in his hands one second ago, and then strangely floated in the air and built into a tower by themselves the next second.

"Wow--!!!"

A deafening cry, as if the person had suffered a great injustice, suddenly broke out.

He pointed at the dangling blocks with his little hand and cried heart-wrenchingly.

Apparently…

In the simple cognition of children of this age:

If the toy doesn't obey and flies up, then of course it is

broken!

Young Dio still couldn't see through the baby's heart.

The sudden high-pitched howl pierced Dio's focused mind like a needle, startling him so much that he almost threw the book away.

Stupid brother! You don't know what's good for you!

He growled inwardly in frustration, while manipulating the "world" to clumsily try to put the blocks back on the ground to appease him.

But after all, he was multitasking, and the world's huge, armor-covered fingers moved a little stiffly, accidentally touching the top of the tower.

Wow!

The building block tower collapsed and scattered all over the ground.

"Woo!!!!"

Not only did the crying not stop, but it became even louder because of this shocking scene, full of accusations.

"."

"trouble."

Dio clicked his tongue again in dissatisfaction, feeling his temples throbbing.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to throw the little thing away, and once again used a shaky strand of his mind to control the substitute.

This time, he carefully picked up a brightly colored, thick-edged cardboard children's picture book.

The Dishonest Dragon.

"Quiet, Sarafiel."

Dio's voice was extremely perfunctory and gentle, "After listening to the bedtime story, go to sleep obediently."

but.

The substitute's fingers unconsciously turned into a blurry golden afterimage.

"Swish, swish, swish -!"

The invisible giant hand flipped the pages of the book frantically at a dizzying speed!

It looked like he was trying to use "quantum speed reading" to finish reading a 100-page picture book for Sarafir in just a few minutes!

"laugh……"

A subtle but clear burnt smell came!

A faint blue smoke suddenly rose from the edge of the page!

Dio, who was reading a book, raised his eyebrows.

What's this smell?

Why do my hands feel a little hot?

What happened?

and many more? !

Dio's heart was filled with alarm!

But it was already a few tenths of a second too late!

"Pfft~"

A small cluster of orange-red flames actually shot up from the edge of the page!

The dancing flames reflected in Dio's suddenly shrinking pupils!

He was startled and sat up straight, his powerful mental power taking over the substitute in an instant.

"Crack~"

The next second, the world's fingers pinched the flames out.

The whole process happened so fast that Sarafel could only see the pages of the book dancing wildly and then smoking. He was choked by his cries and could only stare blankly at the smoking book, his little face full of confusion and fear.

Dio sighed, feeling his blood pressure soar along with the temperature of The World's fingers.

Taking care of a child, especially using a stand-in, is a mental test of hellish difficulty!

The level of mental exhaustion is comparable to trying to solve ten nine-ring puzzles at the same time with your eyes closed.

Is it true that multitasking is...

Doesn’t it work?!

Dio gritted his teeth and stared at the burnt picture book and his stunned brother.

His expression was as ferocious as if he discovered that the large intestines in a Chinese restaurant were still stuffed.

——He just doesn’t believe it!

Chapter 71 How to Grow When Time Stops

This winter vacation is very long for Dior

It was tantamount to a long-lasting parenting hell, which almost wore him out mentally and physically.

The big silly Clark is nowhere to be seen every day, and no one knows where he is.

Dad Locke immersed himself in the farm's experimental fields, as if he was determined to fight to the end with those improved crops.

So, in order to prevent Sarafiel from influencing him anymore.

Dio had to concentrate unprecedentedly and almost harshly on the delicate control of his Stand's power while multitasking.

He needed the world to move more gently—

For example, use minimal force to build a castle with blocks without crushing the blocks into sawdust.

When turning the pages of a book, you must calculate the speed precisely to ensure that you don't lose focus and cause smoke to come out.

He even had to try to control the Stand's huge fingers and use his fingertips to pick up the sesame biscuit crumbs stuck on the corners of Sarafiel's mouth without hurting him.

This requirement of performing extremely minute manipulation of the stand's power while multitasking is as difficult as walking a tightrope over an abyss!

Success has caused the young Dio's mental strength to be repeatedly tempered, stretched to the limit, and continuously refined.

The beads of sweat that oozed from his forehead when he was reading were often not because of the difficult problems in the book, but because he was distracted by controlling the "world" to hand Sarafiel a cup of water, fearing that he would accidentally crush the plastic cup and spill the water on his brother.

Thus, time passed amidst Sarafiel's endless "muda" sounds and Dio's micro-manipulation of the stand.

And it was under this torture day after day that Dio gradually discovered that his control over his stand had reached a new and subtle level.

The flow of his spiritual energy became smoother and more effortless, as easy as controlling his own arms.

The transmission of ideas is more accurate and precise, with almost no loss.

The strength of every joint and every muscle!

They all seemed to have become the most sophisticated extension of his nerve endings, allowing him to better control the world!

And this growth...

It was verified on an ordinary afternoon!

"Buzz!"

A lost wasp broke into the quiet living room.

As soon as it entered the living room, it flew like a small bomber out of control, straight towards Sarafiel, who was sitting on the carpet and chewing on a teething stick with relish.

The little guy was completely unaware and was even attracted by the buzzing sound. He curiously stretched out his chubby little hands covered in saliva, trying to catch the little thing that made the sound.

Although Dio's eyes were on the page, his superhuman senses had already captured this subtle threat.

Just when the cold light of the hornet's stinger was less than an inch away from Sarafiel's tender little hand!

He didn't even raise his eyes, his mind raced like a conditioned reflex!

"Om-!"

The area where time stopped suddenly opened up with him as the center!

0.1 seconds… 0.2 seconds… 0.3 seconds… 0.4 seconds… 0.5 seconds… 0.6 seconds… 0.7 seconds…

In a world where time has frozen, everything is dead silent.

The wasp hovered in mid-air, the tip of its stinger flashing ominously.