American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 86: Lesson 1! Be sincere to your family!

Sarafiel felt like he was struck by an invisible lightning!
The crack in space casually created by his father's fingertips turned into the sharpest blade, instantly severing all his cognition!

That familiar, turbid aura of chaos, that wandering dragon soul...

This is clearly the power of the "Divine Capital" that he regards as the biggest secret and worries about day and night!

But... why?!

Terror was like an icy tide that instantly overwhelmed Sarafiel.

His small body froze in place, his blood seemed to have frozen, his mind was blank, and only countless thunderous question marks were blasting wildly:
Am I not... adopted?!
Why does Dad... have the same power as me?!
He can open that dimension too?! He can even summon the dragon spirit inside! Like commanding a pet?!

The huge impact almost suffocated Sarafiel.

He subconsciously called out to the only one who knew his secret:

"Shendu! Did you see that?!"

However, the usually active and even noisy "Divine Capital" was now plunged into an unprecedented, deathly silence.

Sarafiel could feel the shadow deep in his consciousness fluctuating violently, filled with the same shock and confusion as him, as if he was also speechless due to the shock of this subversive reality.

What made Sarafiel feel even more chilled was that he could clearly sense it when his father summoned the dark golden dragon.

It seems that his father's authority over that space is... above him!
It is a more ancient and original connection, like the true master of space!
This shouldn't be!
Sarafiel was confused.

When "Shendu" woke up tonight, he told him that this was their companion world!

But why is Dad's control stronger than mine? !
Is it...

Have they been understanding it wrong all along?

Is that space actually a companion space to the family bloodline? Is it some kind of inherited ability of the Kent family?

But isn't the Kent family's inherited ability called 'Stand'?!
This thought made him even more confused.

He tried hard to recall, but in his memory, his father would only occasionally shout "Platinum Star" and quickly finish the farm work.

Dad didn’t have the scales or dragon horns like the one I had in my dream, and his breath didn’t have the fire…

As heavy and steady as a mountain, he looks like an ordinary father who is strong, reliable, and occasionally a little off-key.

wrong…

Now it seems uncertain...

Sarafiel thought in confusion.

Maybe he is actually Dad's biological son?! No, no, then Dio brother...
"Brother..."

Just when Sarafiel's mind was in chaos, deep in his consciousness, the "God's Capital" that had been silent for a long time finally moved.

His voice was no longer his usual cold or bewitching tone, but instead carried an unprecedented, almost trembling eagerness and incredible inquiry:

"Brother!"

"Can...can I...touch my father?"

The request was so strange, so filled with an indescribable longing.

However, at this moment, Sarafiel was completely occupied by the facts before him and the storm in his heart, and turned a deaf ear to the request of "God's Capital".

He just stared into his father's deep eyes, which were scrutinizing and serious, yet concealed with concern.

All the entanglements and hesitations collapsed in the face of his father's declaration of "being honest to his family" and this subversive display of power.

"I……"

Salafir's voice was dry, with a barely perceptible tremor. "I... do have a secret." He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and began to recount everything that had happened that day, albeit haltingly.

The panicked little animals attacked their robots and used their authority to call upon the dragons themselves.
The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, his little head drooped, his fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of the quilt, as if waiting for his father's judgment.

Listening quietly, the seriousness on Locke's face was gradually replaced by a chuckle.

Sure enough, it was almost the same as he had guessed.

But looking at his son's anxious look, waiting for his fate, he felt both distressed and amused.

This child, at the age of five, can be said to be much more mature than Dio.

Such a big secret can be kept in one's heart.

Locke sighed, feeling as if something was blocking his chest.

Every day I see Sarafir eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, and when he’s tired of eating or sleeping, he plays happily with the little animals.

He thought the child was carefree, innocent and happy.

As a result, I failed to pay attention to these things.

Raising his eyes secretly to glance at his father who was in deep thought, Sarafiel hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and added in a low voice:
"Actually... there's one more thing..."

"Ok?"

Locke raised an eyebrow and motioned for him to continue.

"Someone wants to see you." Sarafiel's voice became even lower, with a hint of awkwardness that was difficult to express.

Locke was stunned: "Who else?"

It was late at night, and besides the father and son, only Dio and Clark were left at home.

Sarafiel didn't answer immediately.

He just took a deep breath, as if trying to concentrate.

The next moment, Locke clearly saw a pure and brilliant golden light suddenly illuminate deep within Sarafiel's left pupil! The light quickly spread, covering his entire left eye!

At the same time, the boy's temperament also underwent earth-shaking changes!
The child's innocence and nervousness disappeared in an instant.

Instead, there is a deep, ancient indifference and...

An indescribable complex emotion.

"Father."

The voice of the person who spoke was no longer Salafir's clear, childlike voice, but a strange tone that was slightly low, had an ancient quality, and was accompanied by multiple echoes layered upon each other!

"Who are you?!"

Locke's pupils shrank slightly and his body tensed up instantly!
He looked at Sarafiel, who had a completely different temperament in front of him, and a guess so bold that it made his scalp tingle suddenly came to his mind!
Split personality?!
No…it’s not just a split personality!

This is…

Yin and Yang separation? !
"Father."

The being occupying Salafir's body calmly gazed at Locke with its heterochromatic eyes, one black and one gold, its overlapping voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of grievance.

"What you just said really hurts me."

He sighed, and then seemed not to intend to explain too much. He just slowly raised Sarafiel's little hand, and with an almost pilgrimage-like piety and an extremely strong desire to explore, he stretched it towards Locke's cheek.

Without dodging, Locke just looked at his strange son with sharp eyes.

Until that slightly cool little hand gently touched the side of his face, at the moment of contact!
The boy was shocked!
The pair of heterochromatic pupils suddenly burst out with an unprecedented golden light that was almost scorching!
(End of this chapter)