American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 250: A desperate situation at home, but Metropolis needs Superman.

Arkham Researcher.

Dr. Alex Montez.

His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes held a mixture of fear and fanaticism.

Selena sped up the playback.

The screen jumps around, displaying disturbing content.

Experimental subject Alpha-01:

In the center of the image is a patient strapped to a chair, with vacant eyes.

Dr. Montez operated the instrument panel beside him, injecting a drop of black substance with an eerie luster into the neck vein through a sophisticated injection device.

Almost instantly, the patient began to convulse violently, and irregular black veins appeared under the skin, eventually turning into a pool of bubbling black viscous substance.

"Failure. Stability is close to zero... Energy is too violent."

Dr. Montez's voice came from off-screen, tinged with disappointment.

Experimental subject Beta-07:

Another patient, this time the injected black liquid seemed to be constrained by some kind of energy field.

After the injection, the patient did not immediately collapse. Instead, he let out a painful and violent roar, his strength increased greatly, and he easily broke free from some of the restraints.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he attacked everything around him frantically until he was subdued by a high-voltage electric shock.

"Partially successful... significant increase in power, but complete loss of rationality and uncontrollable aggression."

Experimental subject Gamma-13:

The patient in the picture looks unusually calm.

He showed no signs of pain after the concentrated black liquid was injected.

Instead, his gaze became sharp and cold.

He exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

He slowly raised his hand, and above his palm, a small ball of dark energy wriggled and rotated.

He was even able to manipulate the energy to shatter a distant target, following Montez's simple instructions.

"Success...a perfect fusion! Power, control, even the preservation of basic cognition! This is...this is the direction of evolution!"

The video ends abruptly there.

Selena leaned against Dior, all her previous romantic thoughts vanished, replaced by a chill.
She instinctively leaned back, as if she could draw some strength from the solid body behind her to fight against this terrifying truth.

"Arkham Asylum... Liquid Black Diamonds... Human Experimentation..."

She murmured to herself, finally understanding why the messenger was willing to die to deliver the item to DEO, and why those ninjas were chasing Diana like mad dogs.
"Snapped--!"

With a blank expression, Dior reached out his hand, past her shoulder, and pointed precisely.

The glaring video window vanished instantly, and the screen went dark.

He turned off the computer.

"Don't let yourself be so scared that you can't sleep at night, Miss 'Wildcat'."

He spoke in his usual cold tone, as if the distorted and terrifying images on the screen were nothing more than a poorly made horror movie.

Selena sat up straight from Dior's arms.
But she is, after all, Selena Kyle.

"Anyway... in Gotham, this kind of thing isn't unusual."

She shrugged, reverting to her usual languid posture.

It was as if the woman who had instinctively turned back to seek support just moments before wasn't her.

She even turned her head, her slender index finger gently touching her full lips, allowing her beautiful face to regain its alluring radiance in the dim light, and lowered her voice to a soft and gentle tone.

Like the paw pads of a cat, carrying an irresistible invitation:
"Speaking of which, are you really... going to let me sleep tonight?"

"hehe."

Dior let out a low chuckle, the tone of which was neither mockery nor approval.

He didn't answer, but simply shook Selena off his arms and stood up.

Then he gestured with his chin toward a door in the corner of the room that was almost blending into the wall.

"Go take a shower. You don't want to spend the night in these wet clothes, do you?"

Selena's alluring expression froze, replaced by an exaggerated one.

"Here? This...this isn't quite right, is it?" She twisted her hands together nervously, her gaze darting towards the door. "Downstairs...there are still people downstairs..."

“This is my first time.” She said, turning away shyly, like a naive young girl caught in a struggle between morality and desire: “I…you…we’re right here…this is a bit…”

What are you saying in your gibberish?

Dior looked puzzled, clearly unable to comprehend the convoluted and bizarre scripts in her mind.

He frowned, as if looking at an incomprehensible creature, and then impatiently pulled out his T-shirt and sweatpants from the closet.

Just as Selena was about to continue her performance, she suddenly felt a blur before her eyes.

It was as if a frame of time had been removed.

One second she was in front of the computer, the next second, the surrounding environment had become a small bathroom filled with steam.

The cool tiles sent a clear tactile sensation through her feet, and in her arms she was holding several pieces of clothing that belonged to Dior.

She stood there in a daze.

The blush that was feigned for the performance turned into genuine shyness this time.

"So... impatient?"

She stared at the empty bathroom door, muttered something under her breath, and her heart began to pound uncontrollably.

I glanced at the bathroom window that could be pushed open.

Outside the window, the rain pattered softly, and the farm was bathed in the soft light of night.
Um.
This height was like walking on flat ground for her.

Escape is easy; they can disappear without a trace in no time...

But as soon as her fingers touched the latch on the window, she hesitated.

She looked down at the oversized T-shirt in her arms.

perhaps…

There is another option.

To ally with such a dangerous and powerful guy...

Seems like a good choice.

not to mention……

Selena's lips curled into a sly smile.

He's a 'king' with a 10,000-acre farm!

The surging hot water poured down, turning the bathroom into a world of billowing white steam.

The water flowed over Selena's fair skin, washing away the chill of the Gotham night and the fatigue of the journey.

She glanced at her reflection in the window.

Shadows are the most biased artist.

It lingered over the two snow-capped mountains that stood proudly amidst the heavy rain and mist.

It outlines deep ravines, yet it also stands atop the mountain.
Two soft, radiant points of light were cast from the top.

Selena sighed softly.

She picked up the clothes.

A large black T-shirt and loose gray sweatpants.

The fabric was dry and soft, carrying the scent of sunshine, just like his own.

Selena pulled the T-shirt over her body, the hem barely covering the top of her thighs, leaving her two smooth and slender legs exposed to the air without any cover, the leg muscles firm and smooth.

Looking at herself in the mirror, appearing exceptionally petite wrapped in an oversized men's T-shirt, Selena's turbulent thoughts subsided considerably.

Ok
That kind of thing... how could it be possible?

She looked at her blurry reflection in the mirror and gave a self-deprecating smile.

He was the 'king' who sat high on the throne, cold and rational, with all his actions pointing to the clearest purpose.

Bringing her back tonight will most likely be another deal, or she'll be needed to do some dirty work that only a 'thief' could do.

"Ugh"

Looking in the mirror, Selena tilted her head in distress.

The woman in the mirror, even wearing an ill-fitting men's T-shirt, still exudes a fatal charm.

But why...

The 'king' wasn't taking the bait at all?

With a sigh, Selena turned the doorknob, making the bathroom door click softly, and then stepped out with light, silent cat-like steps.

Dio was facing the wall with his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest.

Hearing the noise, he turned around.

But when his gaze fell on Selena, for a fleeting moment, all the cold calm in his deep red eyes was shattered.

She was only wearing his black T-shirt.

The loose-fitting clothes draped over her shapely body did not conceal her beautiful curves; on the contrary, the emptiness and looseness added to the allure of her figure.

Beneath the hem of her dress were two straight, smooth, and unobstructed long legs.

In the dim light of the bedroom, it was dazzlingly white.

Her wet, black curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks and slender neck, making her skin appear even more delicate.

She was like a cat that had just stolen some cream and was licking its paws, exuding a charming and alluring naivety after a moment of satisfaction.

Dior's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Selena keenly caught his fleeting moment of distraction.

The slight sense of frustration in her heart was instantly replaced by pride, and a victorious smile appeared on her lips.

She deliberately stretched out her slender fingers in front of him, hooked the overly long hem of her dress, and gently pulled it up, exposing her thighs more completely to him.

"How is it, Your Majesty?" She tilted her head, her voice soft and sweet from the steam, carrying a hint of deliberate naiveté. "Does it fit?" This was undoubtedly a blatant act.
Dior's gaze slowly moved upwards.

After a while, he suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing an expression that could hardly be called a smile.

He then straightened up and took a step closer to her.

Selena instinctively tried to back away, but her back pressed against the cold wooden door.

“Since it fits you so well,” he said slowly, his voice low, “then as a thank you for taking in this homeless stray cat, I’ll also provide you with clothes and a bathroom…”

"...How about you help me with something?"

after a moment
A sharp and loud cry pierced through the air that had just been filled with idyllic beauty.

Selena stood frozen in place, looking at the two cradles in front of her, and the baby in one of them, whose face was red and who was crying loudly.

Not far away, the culprit casually waved at her and mouthed, "It's up to you."

Selena is numb.

I should have known it earlier.
They should have just smashed the bathroom window and jumped from the second floor!

I'm so sleepy
Is it okay for me to take a nap?
After all, this is only 35 stories high, so falling from here doesn't seem like a big deal.

Clark sat wearily on the edge of a skyscraper rooftop.

The torrential rain poured down, but just centimeters from his body, it was quietly repelled by an invisible bio-force field, forming a strange ripple of water.

An impending storm is engulfing the metropolis.

The neon lights and noise of the entire city were washed away and blurred.

“No sleeping here, Clark.”

A gentle voice sounded.

Adam Black, surrounded by a dazzling stream of energy resembling the trajectory of a comet, was hovering beside him.

The middle-aged man, known as Captain Comet, was looking at him with concern.

“He’s not sleeping, Mr. Blake…”

Clark rubbed his temples, his voice tinged with weariness, "Just a little tired... I just reinforced all the livestock sheds and barns on the family farm this afternoon."

"And," he looked up, futilely trying to find a glimmer of light through the thick, leaden clouds, "I haven't had a proper sunbathing session in days..."

“This is definitely a serious matter for you.” Blake nodded knowingly, then raised an eyebrow, his tone encouraging: “But you can’t just get discouraged because of this, can you? Haven’t you thought about…”

"Dudududu——!"

A sudden tremor rang out from Clark's arms, abruptly cutting off Blake's words.

Clark gave Blake an apologetic look and hurriedly pulled the special cell phone from the inner pocket of his tight-fitting suit.

Sarafir?

Something happened at home?
Clark's heart tightened.

Has Dior not returned yet?
Are they too scared to sleep? Or have Dante and Virgil gotten into some trouble again?
A wave of frustration washed over me.

Clark sighed.
Have I been focusing too much on my identity as 'Superman' lately?
He was so engrossed in his cape that he neglected his responsibilities to his family as 'Clark Kent'.
He quickly swiped to answer, but before he could even speak, Salafir's deliberately lowered but barely concealed voice of shock and urgency came through the receiver:

"Brother Clark!"

"No...no good! Dio...he took a woman home to spend the night while Dad was away!"

"WHAT?!"

Clark gasped in shock and nearly slipped off the edge of the rooftop.

The impact of this news is comparable to being hit by a kryptonite radiation.

Dior actually brought a woman home.
Who is that woman? Does she like children? Will she bully Salafir and the God of War? Will she make things difficult for Keira?
Are Salafir, the God of War, and Kayla now just swallowing their anger?!
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Blake, standing to the side, blinked in confusion at Clark's petrified expression and the gasp he let out.

Clark gave Blake a complicated look that spoke volumes, then covered the microphone, preparing to ask Salafell for details about the situation…

"boom--!"

A blinding white bolt of lightning, seemingly capable of splitting the sky in two, exploded with unparalleled force!
What followed was not the lingering sound of thunder, but a deathly silence that swept across the entire city.

The light went out.

The metropolis, a dazzling galaxy woven from countless lights, is being swallowed by darkness at a visible speed, and block after block is falling silent.

In just a few seconds, the city that never sleeps completely lost all its light, leaving only the howling of the storm and the lingering power of thunder.

The keypad phone in Clark's hand flickered a few times, the signal bars instantly dropped to zero, the call was forcibly interrupted, and utter silence ensued.

Frozen in place, clutching something that had lost its purpose.
Clark looked down at the city that had instantly plunged into darkness and chaos, and then thought about the explosive news on the phone. For a moment, he felt a headache coming on.

Until a hand gently patted his shoulder.

A slight warmth emanated from Blake's palm, which carried the energy of the comet.

"Don't rush down yet."

He clearly said through the gale, “Come with me, you need to replenish your energy.”

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Clark looked up, puzzled.

A massive power outage is brewing chaos in the city, and this is precisely the time when he is most needed.

But then Blake pointed to the sky, which was completely obscured by thick thunderstorm clouds, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

The next moment, the comet energy around him suddenly intensified, and he rushed towards the higher and farther sky!

Clark was puzzled, but his trust in Blake made him act without hesitation. He broke the sound barrier and followed the trajectory of the comet upwards.

They easily pierced through the lightning-streaked clouds.

An endless sea of ​​stars replaced the churning dark clouds, spreading out serenely before his eyes.

A flash of inspiration then shone in his mind.

Yes…

He's been limited by his past way of thinking!

Why must we passively wait for sunlight to penetrate the clouds on the Earth's surface?
Since clouds obscure the sun, and since the Earth's rotation brings darkness...

Why can't he take the initiative to find the source of that light?
The sun is right there!
Eternal and unchanging, radiating endless light and heat, it has never left!
An indescribable feeling of excitement and sudden enlightenment welled up in my heart.

Clark did not stop, but continued to climb, getting faster and faster, until it left Black and the low Earth orbit far behind.

The Earth was shrinking beneath his feet.

It transformed from a huge arc into a beautiful blue sphere.

He crossed that cold region that was away from the sun.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe just a moment.
Until he adjusted his orbit and attitude, facing the incredibly hot star.

Black had appeared not far from him at some point. The experienced hero quietly gazed at the burning orb of light in the distance that brought life and power, and said softly, "How is it?"

Clark did not answer immediately.

He simply opened his arms slightly, embracing the light that had traveled across countless light-years and still shone brightly.

Warm... no, scorching!

Pure and powerful solar energy surged into every cell of his body, dispelling the fatigue and weakness accumulated from the gloom of the past few days, and bringing an unprecedented sense of fullness and strength.

He felt his bones humming, his blood boiling, and his biofield becoming more active than ever before.

"I feel good."

Better than ever.

It was as if I had broken free from some invisible shackles and truly realized the unbreakable connection between myself and this star.

Blake looked at his revitalized appearance and nodded with satisfaction: "Remember this feeling, Clark. The source of your strength has never been far away; it just sometimes requires you to actively seek it out. Now…"

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The words stopped abruptly.

The steady burning comet energy around Blake suddenly became flickering.

He froze abruptly, a blank stare flashing across his face. He seemed to have lost all power in the vacuum of space and began to slowly sink downwards, like a star that had suddenly gone out.

"Mr. Blake!"

Clark's heart skipped a beat, and he reacted quickly by grabbing Blake's arm. A powerful bio-field instantly expanded, tightly enveloping the two of them and isolating them from the vacuum environment.

And in that instant of close contact
Clark's keen supersensory senses also detected something unusual.

His nose twitched slightly, as if he had caught a strange smell in the residual energy field around Blake.

The taste was indescribable, neither fragrant nor foul, with a metallic chill, and mixed with a hint of... a cloying sweetness as if something was slowly rotting.
It is completely different from the pure comet energy we've seen before.

But this eerie aura vanished so quickly that he almost thought it was an illusion caused by interstellar dust.

The next moment, the stagnant comet energy flow around Blake suddenly reignited, seemingly brighter than before, dispelling the brief anomaly.

He looked like someone who had just struggled out of deep water, even spitting out a small string of sparkling, stardust-like bubbles.

Blake shook his head, his face showing obvious embarrassment, and explained awkwardly, "Oh dear... it seems I can't deny getting old."

"This sun... it's still a bit too hot. Getting too close, even my old bones can't stand it, I almost got heatstroke... haha..."

"Mr. Black," Clark said with a helpless smile, following his words, "your way of 'getting heatstroke' is quite unique."

"OK OK."

Blake waved his hand, interrupting any possible follow-up questions from Clark.

His expression quickly returned to its usual composure, his gaze fixed on the quietly rotating blue planet below, and his voice became solemn.

“That’s enough rest, Clark.” He deliberately avoided mentioning the earlier commotion. “We should go down. There’s new trouble down there.”

Clark nodded.

Although the reason for Dio bringing a woman home is unknown, the farm is now under his protection.
I feel very reassured.

And
Turning around, Clark faced away from the sun that had given him boundless power, looking down at the planet beneath his feet, his red cloak billowing silently and powerfully under the influence of the bio-field.

“You’re right, Mr. Blake.”

He responded in a deep voice, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless distances, landing on the city engulfed in turmoil.

"Now, Metropolis needs Superman."
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PS: It's finally released.

There will be another chapter this afternoon.

(End of this chapter)