American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 279 Virgil, one year old, already showing signs of his father's talent. (Seeking monthly votes)
In the nursery at Kent Farm.

The afternoon sun shone through the clean windowpane, casting warm dappled light on the carpet.

One-year-old Virgil and one-year-old Dante sat side by side on a soft carpet, scattered with brightly colored plastic blocks, creaking rubber toys, and several plush toys.

But at this moment
These carefully selected toys paled in comparison.

The two children's entire attention was focused on their center.
A strawberry milk flavored lollipop, lying quietly and exuding a sweet aroma, is firmly attached.

This is a special reward from Locke.
Because the two little ones were unusually well-behaved today.

So before going out to work on the farm, Locke generously took out four lollipops and announced that everyone could have two.

However, the allocation plan now seems to have deviated slightly.

Dante's face beamed with an innocent smile as he stretched out his chubby little hand, aiming precisely at the lollipop that was within reach.

Unfortunately, the other little hand was faster and more decisive.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, soft tapping sound.

Virgil's hand landed precisely on the back of Dante's hand, stopping the hand that was trying to take possession of his things.

He didn't even glance at his younger brother.

With a quick tug, she firmly grasped the lollipop in her little hand.

"Ee...ah! My...my! Virgil!"

Dante was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and his little mouth twitched.

He shouted anxiously, trying to snatch it back with his other free hand.

At the same time, he waved his other free hand wildly, reaching for Virgil's smooth silver hair.

His little mind couldn't understand why his brother would take away what belonged to him.

But now that things had come to this, the fighting spirit flowing through his veins made the most decisive decision for him—

Then let's fight!
However, his offensive had not yet been able to unfold.
Virgil turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly.

Her delicate face, just like her younger brother's, remained expressionless, displaying only an almost cold calm.

He didn't speak.
But with his free hand, he casually grabbed a rather sturdy wooden toy from the side and, without hesitation, slammed it onto Dante's smooth, full forehead.

"Boom--!"

The movements were crisp and clean, without any hesitation or slackness.

He is quite like his father.

"Wow----!!!!"

After a brief silence, a deafening cry suddenly erupted. Dante looked up, tears streaming down his face like broken beads, and a faint red mark quickly appeared on his forehead.

The entire living room seemed to vibrate and buzz from the sound of the aggrieved and painful sobs.

This naturally alerted Saraphier, who was looking at picture books in the next room.

He put down the book and pushed open the door, puzzled.

What comes into view is Virgil sitting expressionlessly on the carpet, holding a lollipop, and Dante, who is covering his forehead and crying his heart out.

Upon seeing Saraphiel, Dante felt as if he had found a savior. His sense of grievance surged to its peak, and he immediately crawled toward Saraphiel with his hands and feet, as if he had been betrayed by the whole world.

“Waaah… Sara… Waaah…”

He cried out incoherently, grabbed Salafir's leg, buried his wet face in it, and sobbed uncontrollably, as if he wanted to cry out all his grievances.

The faint red mark that quickly appeared on his forehead seemed like irrefutable evidence of the injustice he had suffered.

Salafil quickly knelt down and placed his palm on Dante's forehead.

It released a gentle warmth, silently soothing the minor pain and swelling.

Dante's wailing gradually turned into a plaintive sob.

After calming Dante down, Salafir raised his head, looking at Virgil, who remained sitting quietly in place, with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong, Virgil?"

He asked softly, his tone devoid of blame, only pure confusion.

I want to know why Virgil, as the older brother, treated his younger brother this way.

Raising his deep blue eyes, Virgil seemed to have no intention of answering.

He simply looked down at the perfectly intact strawberry milk lollipop in his hand, letting his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids.

Then he raised his head again, looking at Salafir and Dante, who was still sobbing in his arms.

Her small face remained expressionless.

He didn't try to explain, nor did he show any intention of returning the lollipop; he simply tightened his grip on the candy slightly.

That calm demeanor seemed to be silently proclaiming the truth.

If it's in my hands, then it's mine.

As for Dante's cries? They were completely outside the scope of my need to respond to.

Seeing Virgil's nonchalant and calm demeanor, Salafir scratched his head helplessly, trying to reason with his stubborn younger brother: "Virgil, it's because Dante has already eaten three..."

But before he could finish speaking, a figure that looked exactly like him descended silently from the ceiling as if it were weightless.

The god sat leisurely in mid-air with his legs crossed.

He swallowed the unknown snack in his mouth, glanced casually at the lollipop in Virgil's hand, then swept his gaze over Dante, who was sobbing in Salafir's arms, and a smile curved his lips.

"Brother."

"The law of the jungle prevails; that's the fundamental principle of how the universe works. What he obtained through his own abilities is naturally his."

He looked at Salafir with eyes full of affection.

“Gods! How can you teach a child like this?” Salafir held Dante, her tone full of disapproval. “I will not agree with your ideas!”

But to everyone's surprise,
Little Virgil, the victor who had just defended his ownership with blocks, did not immediately go to savor his spoils.

He simply glanced down at the tempting lollipop in his hand, then took his still unsteady little legs and wobbled toward the divine capital that floated in the air.

She struggled to raise her little hand holding the lollipop, offering it to Shen Du with her little face tilted up.

There was no flattery or fawning in those deep blue eyes, only an appreciation for a certain ideal.

As if expressing something silently
I agree with you; this is a tacit understanding between strong individuals.

Shen Du was taken aback for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh.

They laughed so hard they were doubled over in mid-air, as if they were witnessing the most interesting sight in the world.

"See that? Salafir!"

He proudly pointed a finger at Virgil at his feet, his tone full of boastfulness, "Even Virgil agrees with my reasoning! That's a truly wise man!"

Since this younger brother is so cooperative, the capital city naturally has to state its position.

He casually reached into the air and pulled out a heavy gold bar from some corner of the Dragon Court. He tossed it at Salafir's feet like an ordinary stone, speaking as casually as if he were instructing a servant: "Go, take this and buy lollipops for Dante. Buy as many as he wants."

"Stop crying and wailing here, it's so noisy."

Looking at the gold bars at her feet, Salafir glanced at the God of War, who had an expression that said, "Isn't this the solution?"

He felt a lump in his throat: "God! Virgil needs to learn to share!"

“This is family love! Besides, how do you know it wasn't Virgil who secretly ate three of them, and that it was originally Dante's?!” “Even so…”

Shendu slowly suppressed his smile, his eyes, brimming with molten gold, meeting Salafir's gaze.

In an instant, it seemed as if invisible electrical charges were crackling in the air, subtly stirring a breeze that rustled the building blocks scattered on the carpet.

Why should we interfere with a fair victory?

His voice carried a condescending indifference: "Brother, your worthless sympathy will only turn Dante into a weakling who cannot withstand the storm."

"The best education for him is to make him understand the meaning of 'not getting' and 'being taken away'."

"Love and sharing are not signs of weakness!"

Salafir's voice was not loud, but as firm as a rock.

"Boring clichés." Shen Du scoffed, raising his chin slightly with undisguised contempt. "This rhetoric might earn a few claps in a mutual aid society for the weak."

"The capital!" Salafir gritted her teeth. "I'm going to tell my father!"

"Whatever, you weakling," Shen Du scoffed. "You'll live your whole life under your father's wing."

"Snapped--!"

A sudden, soft sound interrupted Shen Du's mockery.

A plastic building block struck Shen Du's raised chin precisely, bouncing off the carpet with a dull thud.

It was Dante, standing at the feet of Salafil, who threw the blocks.

The little guy had stopped crying at some point, his face still streaked with tears, but two tiny flames burned in his big eyes as he glared indignantly at the divine capital floating in the air.

Shen Du was stunned. He slowly raised his hand and touched his chin where he had been hit.

Although it didn't hurt at all, the sudden attack and the implications it carried were significant.
His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing within them.

He was so angry he laughed:
"Are you... provoking me?! Dante! Provoking your brother!"

"Bad guy!"

Dante glared back fearlessly, expressing his greatest anger with his limited vocabulary.

"bad!"

He repeated it again forcefully.

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God fell silent as he looked at his younger brother, who was clearly weak and vulnerable, yet dared to look him in the eye and even attack him.

He hovered there, and no one knew what was brewing in his mind at that moment.

"What do you want? Divine Capital!"

Salafir shielded Dante behind him, saying, "If you want to fight, come at me!"

"Ah!"

Once he came to his senses, Shen Du gave a cold laugh, as if he had heard some funny joke.

"What do you want?"

He deliberately drew out his words, his gaze sweeping over the warm, harmless energy field surrounding Salafir.

"With your harmless abilities that can only heal wounds, soothe small animals, or... allow your soul to leave your body? You want to fight me, brother?"

He hit Salafir's sore spot perfectly, his tone laced with mockery.

Salafir was furious, and the radiance around him began to grow faintly.
Obviously
This conflict, which seems to stem from parenting philosophies but is actually about fundamental principles, is about to erupt.

The trigger for the incident.
Virgil still clutched the strawberry milk lollipop tightly in his little hand. He watched his two older brothers confront each other quietly, his blue eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he were observing or learning.

The air in the nursery seemed to freeze in the standoff.

Two children who look exactly alike are separated by an invisible line.

A being standing firmly on the ground, radiating a warm yet somewhat powerless glow.

A figure sits high in the air, legs crossed, eyes filled with cold gold and unyielding dominance.

fortunately
This family isn't just comprised of a few people.

"What's going on with you guys?"

A slightly tired voice came from the doorway.

A man wearing a red and blue tight-fitting uniform with a prominent "S" logo on his chest walked in holding a glass of milk.

A hint of helplessness crossed his handsome face.

"I have a date later, and I haven't even changed my clothes when I heard you guys making such a racket here..."

"Brother Clark!"

Salafir's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a savior.

He quickly picked up Dante and ran over, recounting in detail the ownership of the lollipop, Virgil's defense, the capital city, and Dante's counterattack.

Clark listened to this complicated nursery incident.

I was taken aback.
His gaze swept over Virgil, who was expressionless and clutching his lollipop, then over the gloomy-faced Divine Hell, who was suspended in mid-air, and finally settled on Dante, who was still sulking in Salafir's arms.

A look of bewilderment, a mixture of amusement and exasperation, appeared on his face.

Immediately afterwards, his body trembled very slightly, as if he had merely adjusted his posture.

But just a fleeting moment later...

Suddenly, a strawberry milk flavored lollipop with the exact same wrapper appeared out of nowhere in his previously empty hand.

Fortunately, the location of the little hidden compartment where Uncle Locke hid his snacks hasn't changed over the years; it's still the same secret treasure trove he and Dior frequented back then.

Is this what it is?

Clark shook the brand-new lollipop in his hand and smiled gently.

In an instant, the eyes of all four children in the room, including the god floating in the air, were drawn to the candy that had suddenly appeared, and they were all stunned.

Virgil, in particular, had his usually calm blue eyes widen noticeably for the first time.

His gaze darted quickly between the candy in Clark's hand and the candy he was clutching tightly.

A look of surprise appeared on that expressionless little face.

He didn't expect
This strange, body-clad older brother was able to create so easily what he had just fought so hard for.

Ignoring the crowd's surprise, Clark bent down and gently handed the newly appeared lollipop to Dante's little hand.

That's good.

His voice carried a calming power: "One for each person, and the problem is solved."

Upon receiving the candy, Dante burst into laughter through his tears, clutching it tightly as if he had forgotten all the grievances he had just suffered.

"To smooth things over"

The god in mid-air snorted coldly and curled his lip, but ultimately said nothing more and slowly descended back to the ground.

It was just a small storm.
Clark easily quelled the situation in the simplest, most direct, and most cheating way.

As for the missing lollipop
This remains an unsolved mystery for the Kent family for a long time to come.

(End of this chapter)