American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 121 Yes, because you are Clark.

As the last golden light faded away like the tide, the familiar feeling of weightlessness disappeared.

Locke's feet touched the solid, slightly damp ground once again.

The cool night air, carrying the familiar scents of grass and earth, filled my nostrils. Instead of deathly silence or alarms, I heard the familiar chirping of insects on a summer night, and the faint sounds of livestock moving in the distance from the barn.

Everything was exactly the same as when I left.

—He's back.

He returned to his own Kent farm, standing on the land where he had grown up.

Looking up, one sees stars twinkling with a faint light.

Peaceful and serene, everything as usual.

However, Locke's mind was not at peace, and he subconsciously raised his wrist.

The peculiar watch was still there, but the pulsating Speed ​​Force energy at its core had completely faded.

The golden energy flowing on the dial disappeared, turning it into an ordinary decorative item.

Hmm, if I'm not mistaken...

Without the Speed ​​Force's guidance, he probably would never have the chance to go to that universe on his own again in his lifetime.

Locke Kent, in the end, was just a lucky farmer who had awakened some special abilities.

They are not gods who can arbitrarily cross the barriers of the universe.

This bizarre experience might...

Just consider it a dream that felt too real...

Dream.
—How is that possible!

That Clark.

He did it for all the 'Kents' of the universe, for all those who might exist.

Choose to attract the attention of the Darkseid Legion alone!

Locke took a deep breath of the cool night air, but felt as if a burning ember was lodged in his chest.

His brow furrowed, his mind racing.

but.
Even after racking my brains, I found nothing.

Are the barriers of the universe so easy to break through?

You should also possess what is most widely known to the public.
Speed ​​Force, quantum mechanics, anti-life equation.

One of the three.

What he needed was power that Locke couldn't control at that moment.

"Father…"

Just as Locke's mood grew increasingly heavy.

The slightly hesitant voice of "Shen Du" quietly echoed in his mind, as if comforting him, "Don't be sad."

Ok?
Locke was startled, snapping out of his chaotic thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Shen Du. I brought you my negative emotions."

Locke said apologetically, "Dad is fine, he's just a little slow to recover."

"If possible?" Shen Du hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Father, do you... want to go to that world again?"

"Shen Du, why would you suddenly ask this?" Locke asked, puzzled.

“It’s nothing,” it said, sounding a little awkward, “just… asking casually.”

"..."

After a moment of silence, Locke seemed to understand something, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

"You silly child... are you worried about your... brother Clark?"

"Who cares about him!"

The god, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately bristled and retorted in Locke's mind, his tone utterly speechless:
"I just... I was just asking out of curiosity!"

It paused, seemingly eager to change the subject, and then spoke rapidly:

"I'm going back now, Father."

"My brother is probably frantically searching for me right now, looking completely panicked. I don't know how scared he is..."

I need to get back right away.

“I think he’s probably enjoying his blueberry pie right now and won’t even think about you.”

Locke thought to himself irritably, "Go back and tell him to save me some pie."

嗏

There was no further response from my consciousness.

"The capital city?"

Nothing happened.

That little brat seems to have really slipped away.

Locke shook his head helplessly.

This little guy's thoughts are always so complicated, even harder to understand than Dior was when he was a child.

He took the watch off his wrist and carefully put it into his pocket.

The somber look on his face was quietly suppressed in his heart; he couldn't let Jonathan, Martha, and especially Clark notice anything unusual.

We must not let them live in fear for the future of that distant universe.

This matter…

I'll just keep it to myself for now.

Thinking like this.

Locke tried to regain his usual composure, and lifted his foot, ready to walk home as usual.

However, the moment his foot touched the ground—

"Whoosh!"

His body seemed to lose its weight, and he suddenly darted forward a great distance at a speed far exceeding that of normal!

It was moving so fast that it even created a breeze!
"?!"

Locke steadied himself abruptly, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

He subconsciously looked inward at himself...

really!

Within the dantian and dantian, the solidified energy of Gen Mountain, as heavy as a mountain, has become even more powerful and active!
It was as if it had been injected with a brand new and highly energetic source of energy.

This has significantly improved both the total quantity and purity of the product!

It's that watch!
Or rather, it is the last remaining Speed ​​Force energy that has been activated by the 'Golden Experience'!

In the final moments before Heaven Clark sent him back, a portion of the Speed ​​Force was absorbed by his Mountain Qi...

They were absorbed and assimilated without even realizing it!
In other words, he might be able to steal Barry Allen's last bit of Speed ​​Force...

They've completely wiped it out.

Locke was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

What's this?

I went to another world for a stroll, did nothing, but came back to find my power greatly increased?
He shook his head, trying to control this newfound power, and cautiously took another step forward—

"boom!"

A muffled sound!
He didn't control his strength well in this step, and his whole body lurched forward, crashing solidly into a huge shadow in the vegetable garden!
The juice and chunks were torn apart.

and many more…

Locke was a little dazed from the impact. He rubbed his forehead and took a half step back, carefully looking ahead by the moonlight...

He swallowed hard. Aside from the one he'd smashed, there were now three in front of him…

A pumpkin so huge it's terrifying!

Each one is almost the size of four or five super pumpkins combined!
The round, golden melon rinds reflected an eerie luster under the moonlight, like several perched in a vegetable garden.

I almost forgot about that...

Locke's lips twitched, and several black lines slid down his forehead.

Just hours before he departed for that universe, he was preparing for the pumpkin contest the day after tomorrow so that Jonathan wouldn't have to worry.

He secretly infused the pumpkins in his vegetable garden with a bit of the "energy of the mountain," hoping it would make them grow stronger...

The result now seems...

This ripening effect...

Locke felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the enormous creatures before him.

Isn't this a bit too much?!

In a few days, instead of attending a charity pumpkin sale, they'll be sending shockwaves through the entire town.

but
Now that they've already been planted...
He casually picked up an enormous, golden pumpkin.

Then let "Platinum Star" steadily carry the other two equally enormous creatures behind him.

They walked only a few steps before arriving at the barn.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Locke placed the three giant pumpkins in a corner and then covered them with some straw.

He then dusted off his hands and slowly walked towards home.

"Locke! He! You mustn't be afraid!"

Um.
As soon as I approached the porch, I heard Jonathan's deliberately deep voice coming from inside.

This old guy is getting more and more childish.
And
Hearing Jonathan's next words, Locke couldn't help but show a strange expression.

Only three hours?
He keenly grasped the timing mentioned in Jonathan's words.

Only three hours have passed?

It seems that the flow of time in the universe is different?

When he saw how the pumpkin had grown, he was really worried that four or five years had already passed.

However, since the time difference wasn't too great, he didn't hesitate any longer and pushed the door open to enter.

“Locke, he…” Jonathan was getting into the story.

"I'm hungry."

Locke's voice clearly interrupted his brother's impromptu story. As he took off his coat and hung it up, he walked naturally to the dining table. "Any more pies? Give me some."

In an instant, the living room fell silent.

All eyes turned to him, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Locke?!" "Uncle?!" "Father!"

Exclamations came and went.

Even Salafell, who had been sitting obediently at the table, taking small bites of blueberry pie, suddenly looked up.

A look of surprise instantly flashed in her big eyes!

He slid off the chair in a flash, and with his short legs, he came running over and hugged Locke's leg.

"Dad! I..."

The little guy looked up, as if he wanted to say something, his expression a little anxious and a little aggrieved.

Before Locke could bend down to ask, Salafir's little head suddenly tilted slightly, and her eyes glazed over for half a second.

A slightly cold voice came to his ear:

"Brother, I'm here."

"?"

Salafir blinked, muttering to himself in confusion:
"...Where did you go just now?"

"I," Shen Du paused for a moment before answering somewhat stiffly, "I took a nap, but I couldn't hold on."

Salafir: "..."

Shen Du, do you think I'm stupid?

The little guy was clearly dissatisfied with the answer and was about to ask more questions.
"What's wrong, Salafir?"

Locke knelt down at the opportune moment, gently patted his son's head, and interrupted the internal conversation.

Salafir looked up at Locke, her little mouth opening slightly.

It seems he wanted to share some amazing observation:

"It's nothing, Dad... I hope the future is bright..."

He only got halfway through his sentence before his words abruptly stopped.

A hand with distinct knuckles reached out from behind, precisely grabbed Salafir by the back of his pajamas, and lifted him aside like a kitten.

It's Dior.

He walked over at some point, his scarlet eyes scrutinizing Locke from head to toe.

His brow furrowed slightly, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of inquiry:

"Father."

He paused, then asked, "Are you alright?"

Locke chuckled and nodded, then looked around the living room.

Martha clutched her chest.

Jonathan remained frozen in place, maintaining his commentary posture.

Clark stood up, his eyes filled with concern.

Even Salafir, who had been pulled away, stared at him with wide, curious eyes.

Seeing his family like this, Locke felt a surge of warmth in his heart, but at the same time, he buried the heavy secret of the universe even deeper in his heart.

A relaxed smile spread across his face, as if he had simply gone out for a walk.

"solved."

Locke waved his hand and said in a cheerful tone, "Clark from that world was just a bit stubborn."

"After I gave him a good beating, he has deeply realized his mistake and is determined to learn from it!"

"Everyone, don't worry."

"He is currently undergoing labor modification in an asteroid belt in outer space."

"By mining with my own hands and experiencing the hardships of ordinary people firsthand, my ideological awareness has been greatly enhanced."

"call--"

In the living room, everyone except Dio, whose lips twitched slightly, breathed a sigh of relief.

The tense atmosphere instantly eased.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, a sunny smile spreading across his face as he scratched the back of his head.

"So... the me in that world wasn't beyond redemption after all. That's great!"

Locke smiled and stepped forward, vigorously ruffling his nephew's thick, black hair.

"Yes, because you are Clark Kent."

No matter which universe.

The essence represented by this name will not change.

(End of this chapter)