American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 166 The world is shattered, but superhumans are reborn.

Clark's voice was deep.

He stared blankly at the leaping flames, as if he could see glimpses of the past within them.

“Once upon a time… there was a farm.” His voice softened, tinged with distant longing, “a very ordinary, yet very happy farm.”

"A family lived there. A boy with dark hair and a boy with blond hair."

He described it simply.

This paints a beautiful picture.

Running through the fields, laughing at the dinner table, two boys with very different personalities grow up under the care of their families.

Salafir listened quietly, taking small bites of the slightly cooled grilled fish.

The little head turned back, its eyes fixed on its brother's profile.

Until one day…

Clark's voice suddenly dropped to a low pitch, filled with undisguised pain.

"The black-haired boy's parents... left him forever in an accident."

Stories
Take a nosedive.

The flame dimmed for a moment, as if blown by an invisible wind.

The dark-haired boy was adopted by the blond boy's family and became their nominal brother.

However, this period of good fortune was short-lived, and fate once again revealed its ferocious fangs.

"And then one day... while the two boys were out in the metropolis..."

Clark's breathing became rapid, his hands clenched tightly, and his knuckles turned white.

"Another disaster. Their adoptive father has also left them."

“The huge farm was completely emptied overnight… leaving only the two boys.”

The two, now alone and helpless, were forced to separate.

The firelight flickered, mirroring their shattered fate.

Like two parallel lines, extending in opposite directions.

The black-haired boy was taken in and raised by his maternal grandfather, while the blond boy was sent to an orphanage.

"Many years later..."

"The dark-haired boy grew up. He was afraid that the tragedy would repeat itself, and he wanted to protect... He gained power, and he became... a so-called 'superhero'."

He searched for his brother, only to learn that his adoptive father was named Thomas and was a very wealthy man.

The black-haired boy sighed, but upon learning that his brother was probably doing well, he felt relieved and decided not to bother him any longer.

"Until one day... his bat companion asked for his help to go to Gotham to deal with a troublesome enemy."

Clark began to tremble slightly, the firelight casting flickering shadows on his face as if he were reliving that nightmare.

"That day...he found his long-lost brother there...the blond boy..."

His voice abruptly stopped, as immense pain gripped his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The firelight in the hearth leaped wildly in his violently contracting pupils.

“But on that very day…” he almost gritted his teeth, squeezing out broken syllables, “he… forever… lost his bat companion…”

The words that followed, uttered with all of Clark's strength, became extremely soft, yet carried a chilling, piercing coldness:
"Time stops."

"A punch through the heart."

"Bat...he just collapsed...right in front of him..."

Clark closed his eyes, and tears silently streamed down his face once more.

He seemed to see that frozen Gotham night sky again.

I saw the black figure collapse helplessly before my eyes, and I saw the shock or disappointment behind those masks at the last moment.

"He panicked...he was shocked...he was terrified...he was angry..."

Clark muttered to himself, describing his own emotions.

"But in the end... he couldn't do anything... he just... just sent that man... his brother... to prison..."

Is that the end?

No.
That was just the beginning of deeper despair.

"Until...the second alien invasion..."

Clark's voice grew numb, "That man... escaped. He... drained all the intruders' power... becoming invincible..."

"at last……"

"He used the black-haired boy's most fatal weakness...to defeat him...to drain all his power...and even completely eliminate any possibility of him regaining his power..."

"Then……"

Pointing to the endless ice field outside the igloo, Clark gave a smile that was more like a grimace. "He... banished him here."

"The world is broken in two."

"This is hell."

Clark's voice was hollow.

"And the one he rules over... is heaven."

The story is over.

A long, deathly silence fell over the igloo.

All that remained was the crackling sound of the flames burning the grease and the howling of the increasingly fierce wind and snow outside.

Salafir fell completely silent. He had already finished the grilled fish in his hand. He just stared blankly at his brother, whose soul had been completely drained by the story.

He could sense that the story Clark's brother was telling... had been simplified, distorted, or... hidden far too many details and truths.

Pain blurred memories, and self-blame altered the past.

"Thank you for listening to me."

She finally spoke of these painful memories that had been buried deep in her heart for a long time and had never been told to anyone.

Clark felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

He let out a heavy sigh, letting the white mist dissipate in the cold air.

Then he turned his head and looked at the man beside him who claimed to be his younger brother.
The little one who brought him a brief but huge shock.

A complex mix of gratitude and guilt flashed in his eyes. He reached out and gently stroked Salafir's soft head.

Then, he bent down.

He picked up the sharpened bone dagger he used to process the fish from the ground.

He picked up the small knife that had accompanied him through countless days and nights on the icy plains.

He carefully wiped it with a piece of leather and gently tucked it into Salafir's pajama pocket.

"Today...is it Christmas?"

He forced a smile, trying to be gentle, his voice still hoarse, "This is for you, little guy who claims to be my brother... Merry Christmas."

"Go back, this place truly does not belong to you."

But Salafir was not swayed by the gift and the expulsion.

He touched the rough bone knife in his pocket, his little face still full of stubbornness.

"Then why can't you just pull yourself together?!"

His voice was filled with resentment:

"So what if I don't have the power?! So what if Brother Dio took it?!"

"Dad said the most important thing about the Kent family is their heart! Why can't you try going outside?! Wouldn't it be better to go outside and soak up some sun?!"

"Maybe...maybe getting some sun will help?!"

Just as he remembered.

Looking at Salafell's excited little face, a trace of sadness flashed in Clark's eyes.

“It’s different, little guy…you don’t understand. The golden stone he used…it was targeted…it completely changed something in my body…sunlight…is no longer effective.”

"I can't go back to the past."

"Who said that!"

Salafil abruptly interrupted him.

Her small face was filled with an undeniable determination and an almost blind confidence.

He tucked the bone knife deeper into his pocket, as if he had made up his mind.

Then, to Clark's astonishment and bewilderment, the boy reached out his two small hands and tightly grasped Clark's cold arm!
He bit his lower lip, his brows furrowed tightly, as if he were under some invisible pressure.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead and slid down his cheeks, but he didn't care. All his will was focused on the ever-brightening halo.

"Om-!"

next moment.

Something incredible happened!

Pure to the extreme!
So warm!
Like a lamp lit by the hand of a god, a blinding white light suddenly burst forth from Salafir's palm.

It was not a simple restoration; it was more radiant and profound than when the photos were restored before, as if it contained some supreme law, a will that transcended life.

Clark felt an indescribable surge of energy crash into his cold and withered body.

yes.
magic?

He thought it almost subconsciously.

The deep-seated wounds from those years of harsh winters and hard work quickly faded away.

His body is returning to its peak at an incredible speed.

even…

More than that!
That light did more than just repair; it reached the very depths of his being in a way he couldn't comprehend.

He could feel the golden energy, like a bone-deep wound, clinging to the deepest recesses of his cells, radiating weakness and repulsion.
—That ultimate curse from the golden kryptonite, stripping him of his power!
At this moment, it is emitting a silent shriek in front of this dazzling white light.

Like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun.

No, and it's not just about dispelling.

This light is in 'definition'.

Define who Clark Kent is!
Define what it should be, that purest, constant, and perfect state!
Just as "Divine Capital" recognizes.

What they will ultimately master is the superior rule that transcends 'healing'.

It is to expel all external disturbances and damages, and to deny all abnormalities and curses.

To bring all things back to their most essential, most vibrant, and most perfect constant state!
—Pure, solid, and eternally balanced!
So, for Kal-El, the Kryptonian, and for Clark Kent...
That is what the world defines as perfection.
"Ugh—!"

Clark jerked his head back and let out a long roar, no longer one of pain, but one of utter shock and ecstasy! Boom!!!
A long-lost feeling.
Even more powerful and vast energy than ever before!

Like a volcano, it erupted from the deepest part of his body!

All the invisible shackles snapped in response.

The igloo could no longer block his senses.

His super hearing extends globally, allowing countless sounds to enter his ears!

His super vision can penetrate ice and snow and strata of the earth!

I saw the surging of the Earth's core, and even saw the light from the other side of the starry sky!
Sunlight!

He could even clearly feel that, even through the thick layer of ice and leaden clouds overhead, the distant yellow sun was still injecting endless energy into every cell of his body!
strength!

Endless and limitless, as easy as using one's own arm.

A power far exceeding any moment in his memory was surging and roaring within him.

The weakness and despair brought about by the golden kryptonite.

Completely purified by Salafir's unreasonable power!
he……

Clark Kent...

Superman…

Reborn!

A dazzling light burst forth from his body involuntarily.

It made him look like a god, instantly dispelling all the chill and despair in the ice house.

An invisible force field spread out, even causing the wind and snow outside to pause.

He raised his hands in disbelief.

The wrinkled skin now shines with a healthy glow of strength and beauty, and the blood once again flows with the power to lift mountains.

He looked at the child in front of him, who was panting and whose face was pale.

Those lifeless eyes.

Like a star that has been reignited!
Burning with shock, gratitude, and a light that could illuminate the entire polar night!
“Sarafil.”

"Are you an angel?" he murmured.

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“I am Salafir Kent.”

The boy puffed up his cheeks and repeated, "I already said, I am Salafir Kent."

"Smowell Pumpkin King, son of Locke Kent, and brother of Dio Kent and Clark Kent."

"Yeah."

Clark laughed.

A genuine, heartfelt smile.

It reappeared on his weathered yet revitalized face.

“Yes…you must be my brother, Salafir Kent.”

He reached out and ruffled Salafir's hair again, this time with a gesture full of affection.

Then he took a deep breath.

This breath seemed to have absorbed all the hope and strength in the world!
Then he let out a slight exhale.

"boom--!!!"

In an instant!
The thick clouds above the igloo have been oppressive for countless years!
It was violently torn apart by an invisible giant hand!

The seemingly endless blizzard came to an abrupt end.

Sunlight!

Brilliant, warm, and long-awaited yellow sunlight!

Piercing through the clouds, it poured down without reservation onto this cold, white continent.

Everything was instantly tinged with a dazzling golden edge.

The long night gives way to light.

"Wow!"

Salafir was stunned by this sudden change in the world, her mouth agape.

Clark just smiled, picked up the little guy steadily, and let him sit on his strong arms.

"Hold on tight, little one."

He lowered his head and smiled, his eyes sparkling like stars.

Then bend your knees and exert force—

"boom!"

A powerful force field erupted once again, and waves of air surged forth!

Whoosh!
Like shooting stars flying against the current, the two broke through the cold atmosphere and rushed straight towards the torn blue sky at an astonishing speed!

The glacier beneath our feet shrank rapidly, leaving the cold behind.

Although the air was becoming increasingly thin and the temperature was dropping sharply, it was still gently insulated from the outside by a warm and invisible force.

Salafir felt the wind whistling past his ears and the scenery before his eyes changing rapidly.

until
The stars are like dust, and the universe is silent.

They actually...

It flew out of Earth!
Clark hovered in near-Earth orbit, his strong arms steadily supporting Salafir.

Behind me is the vast blue Earth.

Before me lay the vast and boundless universe, and...
That sun that gave him boundless power and burned eternally!
“Look, Salafir.”

Clark's gentle voice rang out.

With a joy akin to sharing a precious treasure:
"This is the world we live in... and the source of my power."

Salafir was completely stunned, her little face filled with unprecedented shock and amazement.

He gazed greedily at this magnificent sight, a spectacle most people would never witness in their lifetime, his eyes wide and round, as if he wanted to capture every single star within it.

However, as I watched...
He suddenly instinctively grabbed his neck with his hand, his face turning slightly red.

Clark was amused by his actions and reminded him helplessly:

"Relax, Salafir. You can breathe. I have completely enveloped you with my biofield, and the air in my alveoli is constantly circulating and renewing itself around you."

"I know"

Salafir sighed and muttered a quiet complaint:
"But Brother Clark, the air in your biofield... smells a bit fishy..."

Clark: "..."

Her face, which had regained its radiance, instantly turned bright red, revealing an extremely embarrassed expression.

He then remembered his staple food for a long time...

And it seems I haven't had a chance to properly clean myself up yet!
"Cough cough!"

He coughed awkwardly twice, trying to change the subject:
"Um... I'll brush my teeth and take a shower as soon as I get back! Right now!"

fortunately
Salafir's attention was quickly drawn back to the vast and magnificent cosmos before him, temporarily setting aside the minor issue that had caused the social death of a dignified superman.

Two brothers.

A superhero reborn, and his younger brother from another timeline.

Just like that, quietly suspended in the silent space, sharing this magnificent scenery that surpasses the imagination of ordinary people, enjoying this warmth and tranquility that has been lost and regained.

until…

Clark felt Sarafil in his arms, her body seemingly becoming light and ethereal.

He looked down and saw Salafir's figure flickering slightly.

It became somewhat translucent, resembling a holographic projection with a poor signal.

Salafir himself realized it. He raised his somewhat unreal little hand, looked at it, scratched his head, and said with a hint of regret and reluctance, "Ah... it seems like it's time... Brother Clark, I should wake up... I have to get up early to go to school tomorrow."

"Thanksgiving holiday is only one day."

"is it?"

A barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed in Clark's eyes.

But she quickly put on a warm smile again.

"Alright then." He hugged his increasingly lighter younger brother tighter and whispered, "Be careful on the way back."

He paused, his voice softening further, with a hint of pleading:
"And...please say hello to me, my mom and dad, and Uncle Locke. Tell them...I...I miss them so much."

"Ok!"

Salafir nodded vigorously, his figure growing fainter and fainter.

Until it merges into the starlight, leaving behind the words captured by the bio-force field.

"I definitely will! You have to do it, brother!"

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Hovering in space, Clark felt empty in his arms, but his heart was no longer cold and empty.

He faced the blazing yellow sun, opened his arms, and fully felt the vast and boundless energy flowing into his body, nourishing every inch of his skin and every cell.

strength…

hope…

And responsibility.

They all returned.

After a long while, he slowly turned around, his azure eyes now blazing with renewed starlight.

It penetrates the distant atmosphere and is precisely projected in a certain direction towards Earth.

That cold and aloof palace built upon ruins and power.

His gaze
He then gazed across the distance at the man atop the palace, clad in black armor, with flowing blond hair, who was staring intently at space, his eyes filled with disbelief, shock, and rage.

Their gazes spanned thousands of miles.

They collided in the atmosphere, creating invisible sparks.

Until Clark's lips moved silently, uttering that unforgettable name:

"Dior."

(End of this chapter)