American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 220 Ron: Uh, Locke, are you interested in going to Paradise Island for a vacation?
The last rays of the setting sun gradually faded, and night fell upon the earth.

But at this very moment...
A golden streak of light swept across the sky, accompanied by a slight whooshing sound, and landed precisely not far from them.

Kara stood lightly, her sun-kissed blonde hair still dazzling in the night.

She rubbed her nose somewhat embarrassedly, her gaze quickly sweeping over Locke and Ron before finally settling on Clark, a complex emotion flashing in her bright blue eyes.

"Aunt Martha asked me to call you for dinner."

Kara said in a clear and melodious voice, but her gaze seemed to be fixed on Clark, and her tone was deliberately relaxed, "She said the stew was cooked to perfection, and it would get too tough if we didn't eat it soon."

Clark was completely stunned.

The moment Kara's gaze fell upon him, he felt as if his heart had been gently squeezed by something, and then began to pound uncontrollably.

Every cell in my body seemed to be awakened by an invisible melody, trembling and whispering slightly.

The blood rushed through his veins, making a buzzing sound that only he could hear.

A wondrous, shared force silently mingled and resonated in the air between them, as if two long-separated musical notes had finally found each other and vibrated out a harmonious chord.

Seeing Clark's expression as if he had been struck by lightning, Kara sighed softly, as if she had let go of a heavy burden, or perhaps she felt a little helpless.

She took two steps forward, stopping a few steps away from Clark, and spoke even softer, yet clearly into Clark's ears:

"I am Kara Danvers"

She first gave him her Earthly name, then paused, her blue eyes, so similar to Clark's, looking directly at him with a hint of helplessness, "According to kinship... I'm your cousin."

"Krya Zo'el, daughter of Kryptonian scientist Zo'el."

"Oh……"

Clark almost instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.

His tense shoulders instantly relaxed, and a relieved smile spread across his face. "It was just my cousin... I was so scared, I thought..."

"Think."

His super brain seemed to be slowly processing the last few keywords only now.

cousin? !
Kryptonians?!

The last syllable hung awkwardly in mid-air, Clark's smile froze, then peeled away piece by piece, his eyes widened suddenly, and the pupils behind his glasses contracted slightly.

"I...you...he..."

He opened his mouth, but could only utter a few meaningless syllables.

My gaze lingered on Kara's face, on her extraordinary aura that seemed so out of place in the small town, and my mind felt like it was filled with a jumble of thoughts.

He pointed at Kara, then at himself, and finally looked helplessly at Locke, who had a 'I already knew' expression, and Ron, who still had no expression but whose eyes seemed to say 'Why are you saying this now?'

Clark felt like his worldview was undergoing a violent tectonic shift, and his eyes were practically turning into mosquito coils.

He always thought he was alone, the only oddity under this yellow sun.

And now, suddenly a girl appears claiming to be his cousin…

He even thought just now... thought it was...

Clark, you idiot!
A deep sigh escaped his lips as an overwhelming sense of embarrassment belatedly washed over him, almost drowning out Clark's initial shock.

"So, you came to Earth... because..."

Clark's voice was somewhat heavy.

He didn't finish his question, but the sudden worry clouding his blue eyes betrayed his deepest fear.
He was afraid that Kara had come to take him away, away from Kent Farm, away from everything he loved.

"Clark."

A gentle voice rang out, like a steady anchor, instantly stabilizing the boy's almost floating panic.

Locke walked up to Clark at some point, patted the young man on the shoulder, and without saying anything more, conveyed the emotions he needed to express.

Clark nodded, his frantic heartbeat calming down a little.

"So...this person..."

He tried to find a suitable address, his gaze returning to Kara.

“Just call me Kara,” the girl immediately replied, her tone light and cheerful, trying to dispel the seriousness. “Anyway, we’re not that far apart in terms of Earth’s age, Kara… Clark.”

She paused slightly, then uttered his Earth name with a touch of unfamiliarity, yet full of goodwill.

Upon hearing the other person address him by the name 'Clark,' the young man felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders.

At least, she acknowledged his place here.

“Clark, there’s no need to worry.” Ron, who had been silent, spoke calmly, revealing the cruel truth: “According to the information we have so far, Krypton… was destroyed many years ago.”

"The last two known Kryptonian survivors in this world are you and Kara."

Clark's throat moved, and a complex emotion welled up inside him.

He wanted to feel sorrow for that unfamiliar homeland, yet he secretly breathed a sigh of relief that he could still live on Earth, only to feel guilty about that slight relaxation.
So he could only channel all his emotions into a hesitant question:

"Miss Nakara, what brings you here this time...?"

"Social practice."

Kara replied almost without thinking, her gaze drifting towards the flat wasteland in the distance, "Come to the countryside... um... do some farm work, experience life."

"Is that right?"

Clark scratched his head subconsciously, then turned to his most trusted uncle beside him with a questioning look.

Locke's face remained as gentle as ever. He didn't expose Kara's obviously flimsy excuse, but simply nodded slightly, neither confirming nor denying:
"The farm is always short-handed, especially in the spring."

“As expected. We shouldn’t have let Bruce go back then,” Clark couldn’t help but laugh. “We should have brought Lex back.”

A farm kitchen in Kent at night.

The lights were on, creating the same lively atmosphere as always.

The long wooden table was laden with Martha's signature dishes, their aroma filling the air.

Despite his dark complexion, Rong En remained upright, his eating movements meticulous.

Kara, who was next to him, initially tried to maintain a bit of the elegance of a big city, chewing slowly, but she was soon conquered by the rich flavors of Martha's food and the hot, sweet aroma of the pie. Her movements unconsciously became a bit more bold, and her eating speed was astonishing.

Looking at the once again crowded dining table, Locke wore a gentle sense of helplessness.

Especially when his gaze shifted to the other side of the table and landed on Kayla, who was patiently cutting meat for Salafir and trying to feed him directly to his mouth.

The silver-haired girl's eyes at that moment resembled those of a mother wolf regurgitating food for her cubs in her den, filled with an undeniable concern.

"Kayla."

Locke couldn't help but speak up, his tone tinged with amusement, "Sarafil can already do it himself, and his hand isn't injured."

Salafir himself looked helpless, his little mouth stuffed full by Kayla, like a little hamster hoarding food. He tried to reach for the fork, but Kayla nimbly blocked his way.

"Useless brother."

Shen Du sat opposite him, slowly poking at the peas on his plate with his fork, letting out a clear, cold laugh, his golden eyes full of disdain, "Can't even feed himself."

"The capital city!"

Salafir finally managed to swallow the food in her mouth, her little face flushed with anger, and immediately retorted, "You're useless!"

"Okay, okay, stop arguing, stop arguing..."

Clark, standing nearby, quickly tried to mediate, instinctively attempting to soothe his two younger brothers. However, Salafir merely glared at him angrily, turning her head away and showing him the back of her head, clearly still fuming.

Clark felt a headache coming on.

He knew the crux of the problem.
Just recently, during that family debate about 'who is stronger, Superman or Captain Comet,' he 'betrayed' Salafir, who supported Captain Comet, and sided with the one supported by God.
Yourself.

As a result, the little guy has been giving him the cold shoulder for almost a month now, and a few days ago he even blurted out, "Anyway, Brother Clark has that little brother Shen Du, so he doesn't need to worry about me!"

This made Clark feel both wronged and helpless. How could he not care about this kind and somewhat clingy little brother?

I looked around at my noisy family members.

Clark took a deep breath, wanting to confess his long-considered decision.

But when his gaze swept over Dior's empty seat, he instinctively shut his mouth.
However, in that moment of hesitation, he unconsciously met Uncle Locke's gaze.

With an all-knowing encouragement, it seemed to say:
“It’s time, Clark.”

That gaze gave him a strange courage.

"Everyone, I have something to say."

As Clark spoke, the noise at the table fell silent; the clinking of cutlery, the sounds of chewing, and the whispers all seemed to have been paused.

"I want to be a superhero!"

The silence that followed the words lasted for less than two seconds.

Everything is back to normal.

God continued to torment the peas with his fork, Kara focused on the next piece of pie, and Kayla was still trying to stuff carrots into Salafir's mouth.

Clark blinked, somewhat taken aback by the bland reaction.

"Clark"

Jonathan put down his cornbread, his tone a mix of amusement and nonchalance, "There's no need to announce this. Didn't you used to wear my old shirt as a cape all the time when you were a kid, running around in the cornfields, yelling that you wanted to be a hero and protect the farm and town?"

Clark scratched his head and hurriedly explained:

"Dad, that's not what I meant. Actually, I... I meant like Captain Comet, really..."

"Clark"

Martha, who had just finished feeding the twins baby food and was gently patting their backs, interrupted Jonathan, giving him a gentle glare and then looking meaningfully at her son, "Ignore your dad."

"Haven't you noticed that our family has recently started subscribing to the Daily Planet?"

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Clark froze.

He originally thought that the family subscribed to this newspaper, which focused on the Metropolitan area and had recently been reporting on 'heroic' news frequently, simply because Salafir had become fascinated with its reader debate section.
It now seems that Mom and Dad had been paying attention all along.
"Cough cough."

Jonathan coughed slightly, a hint of embarrassment at his wife's sarcastic remark on his face, but his eyes were filled with pride. "Martha, let's not talk about that. Let's get that thing out. Haven't we been preparing for this for a long time?"

Martha nodded knowingly, a gentle smile spreading across her face.

She got up and walked to the old cabinet in the kitchen, taking out a rectangular box wrapped in a clean blue cloth from the top shelf.

Then she took the box, walked back to the dining table, and handed it to Clark, who was still in a daze.

"This is me, along with Jonathan and Locke."

Martha said gently, "We designed and started preparing an outfit on and off several years ago."

"We just didn't expect this day to come sooner than we imagined."

“Perhaps you are ready to shoulder your mission, my child.” Clark’s heart pounded.

He almost held his breath as he took the slightly heavy box.

Under the watchful eyes of the whole family, I carefully lifted the lid of the box.

Inside, a set of clothes was neatly folded.

The bright blue base material has an exceptionally tough and elastic texture.

On his chest, a bright red shield-shaped emblem was meticulously embroidered, much like the clothes that the gods had conjured for him with magic, but without any symbols.

“The stitches on it were sewn on by Martha herself, stitch by stitch,” Locke said with a smile. “They were also sewn on with all of our love and expectations.”

"Now, we're handing it over to you."

He paused, gazing into Clark's slightly moist blue eyes, his tone becoming extremely solemn:
"Wear it to help those who need you. Just anyway."

"You must protect yourself."

"Go and become the person people envision—"

"Superman".

He stared blankly at the red and blue battle suit that gleamed softly under the light.

And the expression on Clark's face, a mixture of excitement and emotion.

This contrasts sharply with the cold and orderly childcare that Kara remembers on Krypton.

Here, the birth of a hero does not stem from genetic coding or social responsibility.
Rather, it is rooted in such a simple yet profound love.

She subconsciously touched the Kryptonian badge hidden under her clothes.

The cold, metallic touch reminded her of where she came from, and…

In the final moments before Krypton exploded, her father, Zo El, transmitted to her through a backup of his consciousness a mission that seemed completely out of place amidst the warm and comforting scene before her.

The cold instructions from beyond the stars clashed violently with the warm lights of the Earth's farm in her heart, leaving her momentarily lost in thought.

at the same time
Salafir's small mouth was slightly open, and her large black eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Superman?!"

He gasped softly.
All the previous vague clues
Clark's brother's occasional late nights, and his subtle avoidance of the topic of Superman.
Connecting the dots at this moment points to a startling fact:

Superman…

It's Clark!
He fell silent, looking around at his family members, who, apart from himself and Kayla, seemed to already know about these things.

Her small face showed a series of changing expressions, then she fell silent for a moment.

Kayla, who was genuinely happy for Clark, also keenly noticed the unusual quietness of the little one beside her. She put down the food in her hand, tilted her head, and whispered:

“Sarafil, aren’t you happy? It’s a good thing that Clark can become a hero who helps everyone.”

"..."

Salafir scratched his head, and after a few seconds, he looked up and said very seriously:

"It's not that I'm unhappy."

"I was just thinking... about ten advantages Superman has over Captain Comet and Doctor Fate."

Clearly, he had already defected to Superman's side.

"Humph."

The gods snorted disdainfully from the side, seemingly finding their elder brother rather childish.

His golden eyes flashed, and he casually waved his hands.

An invisible force then lifted the battle suit in the box, allowing it to float completely in the air and unfold, clearly presenting every detail to everyone.

This sudden scene made Kara's eyes widen in surprise. She subconsciously looked at the other people around her, only to find that everyone seemed to take it for granted, as if God had just casually handed her a glass of water.

What letters do you want on it?

God raised his chin and asked Clark in an arrogant tone.

Looking at the hovering suit, Clark felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He remained silent for a moment, then gave a resolute smile: "Still .S."

He's not at the point where he needs to carry K on his back yet.

"what ever."

Upon hearing this, Shen Du snorted coldly, and with a flash of golden light in his hands, he was about to...
"call out!"

However, an even faster golden light arrived first!

It's Salafil!
Golden light shimmered, dancing together with the belated golden light from the capital.

In an instant, a smooth, elegant, and capital-like design was outlined on the chest of the battle suit—

S!

“Foolish brother…you?!”

The gods were furious, clearly very unhappy about being interfered with.

However, Seraph sneered: "'S', of course it's Seraph's 'S'!"

"Shendu, don't think I don't know what you're up to... You want to embroider Shendu's 'S', is that it?!"

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The anger on Shen Du's face froze.

His pupils contracted slightly in surprise. He opened his mouth as if to refute, but seeing Salafir's 'try denying it and see' look, he finally just pursed his lips and fell silent.

……All right.

He reluctantly refrained from arguing with his foolish older brother.

Clark felt somewhat helpless watching his two younger brothers' silent 'confrontation'.

However, seeing Salafir's appearance, the last bit of gloom in his heart completely dissipated.

He reached out and gently caught the slowly falling battle suit, touching the 'S' symbol on his chest, formed from the magic of his two younger brothers.

Is Seraph the same as Shendu?
That's definitely better than Superman.

“Thank you, Mr. Clark,” Ron said at the opportune moment. “On behalf of the Department of Defense, I thank you for your future contributions to human peace and security.”

hear the words
Clark was momentarily at a loss and quickly waved his hands.

“Mr. Rong En…please don’t say that…I just want to do what I can.”

This formal expression of gratitude made him feel both honored and awkward.
It felt as if I had been suddenly pulled onto an overly grand stage.

Carefully placing the suit back into the box, Clark then remembered a very practical problem. He touched his face and hesitated before speaking:
"I have the battle suit... but shouldn't I also prepare a mask? Otherwise, I'm afraid..."

He was worried about being recognized and causing trouble for his family and farm.

"Clark, don't worry about that."

Carla, standing to the side, shook her head. She pulled a pair of slightly old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses from her pocket, deftly placed them on her delicate nose, and then slightly adjusted her posture.

"Look!"

She looked around at everyone, a hint of smugness in her voice, "Do you still recognize me?"

A brief silence fell over the dining table.

"..."

Seeing the strange looks on everyone's faces, Kara belatedly realized what the problem was.

These are not ordinary people.
She awkwardly rubbed her forehead, then, as if grasping at a straw, looked urgently at Clark, seeking his approval:
"Clark, you must have noticed it, right? That subtle distortion of light when you wear the glasses..."

Upon hearing this, Clark subconsciously pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and nodded seriously: "I understand what you mean."

After he puts on glasses, people's eyes do naturally drift past him, and they seem to pay less attention to his appearance.

"That's it!"

Kara seemed to have found a theoretical basis, and her tone became confident again: "It's not the physical obstruction of the glasses, but the bio-field generated within our bodies that is at work."

"It can subtly distort the surrounding light according to your subconscious and interfere with the observer's perception, thereby greatly reducing your presence when you don't want to be noticed, and even subtly changing the details of your image from other people's perspectives."

Finally, she pointed to the Daily Planet on the sofa next to her and laughed, "So, those kinds of disguises, like bodysuits and masks... are actually unnecessary for us."

"Biofield is our best tool."

Clark suddenly realized that the problem of concealing his identity that had been troubling him all along had actually been solved by his own physical instincts.

He pushed up his glasses again, feeling the sense of security brought by that invisible force field, and the last weight in his heart was lifted.

Watching the two young Kryptonians discuss such extraordinary things, Locke shrugged. He picked up the milk jug on the table and, while adding milk to everyone's bowls, said, "It seems that sometimes the most inconspicuous things are the ones that can hide the secrets the most."

"Just like the most ordinary corn in the field, who would have thought that its roots go so deep?"

"But the discussion about heroes should come to a temporary end. Martha, is there any extra pie? I think Kara could have another one."

Night fell completely over the farm.

The stars twinkled in the clear night sky of Kansas.

Carla elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin, claiming she had an early class at university the next day and had to rush back to the Metropolitan University.

Then she transformed into a blurry golden shadow and silently disappeared into the night.

Ron also got up to say goodbye and stood with Locke on the porch of the farmhouse.

Clark hurriedly made up an excuse about 'going to look at the stars with a telescope' and quickly disappeared at the end of the path leading to the cornfield.

However, both of them knew perfectly well that the young Kryptonian was eager to try out his new suit and put his new understanding of 'biofield' into practice.

The dim light from the porch lamp outlined two figures with very different styles.

The evening breeze rustled the corn leaves.

After a brief silence, Locke didn't look at Ron, his gaze still fixed on the direction Clark had disappeared in. He spoke calmly, "They helped with the farming, found Clark an experienced hero mentor, and now they've sent us a cousin who received orthodox Kryptonian education and can guide him to understand his own abilities..."

A knowing smile curved Locke's lips as he looked at Ron, who was still resembling Calvin Swanwick, beside him:

"Speak, my 'good' friend Rong En. After all this build-up, what troublesome matter do you need me for?"

"..."

Rong En fell into a brief silence.

A fleeting hint of embarrassment, as if he'd been seen through, flashed across his usually expressionless face.

He slightly adjusted his posture, seemingly reluctant to speak, but ultimately sighed helplessly, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet night:
"Locke. You..."

He paused for a moment, as if carefully choosing his words.
"...Do you have any plans to go to Paradise Island for vacation soon?"

(End of this chapter)