American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 37 Birthday, but a Dark Will.

The orange sun sets over the wheat fields.

Today was a peaceful sunset, but Locke's mood was not peaceful.

"Dior?"

"The world has grown?"

Locke muttered to himself as he stood up, a tall purple figure appearing behind him.

But this time it's different
A strange green light flowed through the golden lines on Star Platinum's forehead, then slowly gathered on his back.

Until it formed an emerald crystal emitting a faint glow!
Platinum printers are making a move.

But Locke couldn't be happy.

"The World!"

The world fell into darkness.

The ears of wheat froze in mid-air, and even the wind stopped blowing.

And at the moment when time resumes flowing.

The pickup truck engine next to it was already roaring.

Locke, you can also teleport?!
Logan stared at the scene in amazement: "What the f"

"Get in the car!" Locke shouted to Logan, who was still in a daze, "Come with me to town to pick up the kids!"

Wolverine finally came to his senses and crawled into the passenger seat.

then
He stretched out his claws and his eyes became serious.

Holding the unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, his leather collar rustled in the wind, Logan said in a low voice:
"Listen to the farmer, no matter what's ahead."

The adamantium claws rubbed against each other, sending out dazzling sparks.

"Leave everything from now on to me to shred!"

"."

There was an awkward silence.

"Cough cough!"

Logan coughed lightly and turned around and said, "Locke, don't worry, think about the future. No one else will..."

"Bang!"

He was interrupted by the bumpy sound of a truck rolling over a ridge.

Then there was another sharp turn, and Logan's face slammed hard against the car window.

"F**k! Locke! My nose!!"

The truck sped along the country dirt road, kicking up clouds of dust.

But just as we turned the last corner, a familiar tractor suddenly appeared in front of us.

Jonathan and Martha were driving towards them with panicked expressions.

Seeing the two people's nervous expressions, Locke's heart skipped a beat and he quickly rolled down the window:

"Get in the car! We'll talk on the way!"

Jonathan jumped out of the car without saying a word and helped Martha into the back seat.

Before he could even sit down, Martha spoke in a tearful voice amid Locke's increasingly solemn expression:
"The school just called. The bridge broke and the school bus fell into the river!"

"Varied?!"

"It's ok Locke, the kids are all fine."

"It's just that," Jonathan said nervously, clutching his cowboy hat tightly, "Clark choked on the water while trying to save the other kids. He's in the hospital now."

"My little angel." Martha's tears fell like pearls from a broken string. "Why did it have to be today?"

The car was filled with depression. The sunset outside the car window slowly fell, and everyone's heart suddenly fell.
"Please don't worry, beautiful lady."

A low, sexy voice came from the passenger seat, and a hairy man turned his head. "I'm glad the children are okay now."

Hearing this, Jonathan noticed that there was a stranger in the car:
"Who is this?"

“I invited him.”

"Don't ask, brother." Interrupting Locke's words, Logan looked into the distance melancholy, "I'm just a traveler passing through, staying at a friend's house for one night. In return."

He paused, "Help him harvest the farm."

"Harvest Farm?"

Jonathan thought.

"Oh!"

Jonathan slapped his thigh.

"I remember now, you're the 'Farmland Wolf' who was faster than a combine harvester this afternoon, right?!"

"?!"

Logan's face darkened. "Farmland what?"

"Old Bob and I saw you this morning!" the old farmer gave a thumbs-up. "You were scurrying back and forth in the wheat field like a hungry wolf chasing a rabbit!"

"What farm wolf! I'm a gold—"

"—Winner of the Golden Harvest Award."

Locke interrupted him, suppressing a laugh, "I heard he's a special talent from the Canadian Ministry of Agriculture; I hired him at a high price." "No wonder he was so efficient." Martha smiled through her tears, "Mr. Logan, thank you for helping with the harvest."

After opening his mouth, Logan finally chose to stick his head out of the window in despair.

Let the evening breeze blow away his curse words.

Looking at the relaxed expressions of Jonathan and his wife in the rearview mirror, Locke's tense nerves also relaxed a little.

I hope the two kids are okay.
I'm too sensitive—
A familiar hospital ward.

But this time the roles are reversed.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with the lilacs outside the window drifted in the sunset.

Clark was lying on the snow-white hospital bed, his face still a little pale, but his blue eyes were surprisingly bright.

Dio sat on a chair beside the bed, his golden bangs hanging down, covering his scarlet pupils, but the suppressed anger was like a volcano about to erupt.

After a while, he finally spoke, his voice so low that it seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:
"Clark, aren't you afraid of death?"

Clark smiled awkwardly, trying to ease the atmosphere: "Dio, I'm sorry."

"Answer my question!" Dio said angrily.

Sighing, Clark said softly, "Dio, didn't you also face a meteorite head-on to save someone before?"

"This is different!"

Dio sneered, "I estimated it at the time! I have the ability to do it!"

Clark muttered quietly: "How come it was still blown away by the meteorite?"

"Clark!!"

Dio slammed his fist down on the edge of the bed.

Clark shrank his neck, but soon raised his head and looked at Dio seriously: "Dio, don't you think Lana is pitiful?"

"Pathetic?" Dio frowned.

"Her parents died in the meteorite."

Clark's voice softened. "It would be tragic if she drowned again."

"Besides, if everyone drowned," he paused, "then everyone's parents would be so pitiful."

"Dio, didn't you rescue Mrs. Green back then?"

"Is it because she wished us happy birthday?"

“So I think if you had the ability, you would save everyone.”

"Didn't Uncle Locke say that before?" He smiled warmly, "This kind of courage is called the golden spirit!"

Dio's knuckles were clenched until they turned white, and his nails almost dug into his palms.

"But Dad later apologized to me."

"I realize that, too." His voice trembled slightly, a rare occurrence. "Such courage will make my family worry! It will make everyone sad!"

"Clark!"

Dio stood up and looked down at the boy lying on the bed. "Have you thought about Aunt Martha?! Have you thought about Uncle Jonathan?!"

Clark was choked, but soon raised his head stubbornly: "But."

“Didn’t the miracle still happen?!”

He lowered his voice, as if sharing a secret: "I got everyone out! I lifted the school bus!"

"."

Dio was silent. He stared at Clark for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"Clark"

"Is this how you entrust your life to something that doesn't exist?"

Clark opened his mouth, but Dio didn't give him a chance.

"Okay! Golden Spirit, right?" He took a step back suddenly. "Then from now on, I am..."

"paint"

"Dark Will!"

"I won't let my family worry! I won't drown in the river for no apparent reason! I won't let anyone shed tears for me or sing sad songs for me!"

"As for you, Clark!"

"Just wait and see for the miraculous miracle!"

"Pray for a miracle!"

Dio's voice sounded like an oath, yet also like a mockery. "And I will survive to the end, Clark."

"I, Dio, will survive to the end! Then everyone will see who will be the emperor."

The words stopped abruptly.

because
A large hand pressed down on Dio's head.

The emperor's proclamation was interrupted.

"What do you want to be?"

"Tell Daddy, is that your birthday wish? Dio."

(End of this chapter)