Kansas.
Late night.
Leon sat in an open area of the farm, looking up at the night sky.
Beside him, dense trees stood tall and straight, towering into the clouds.
In the pitch-black night, the red fallen leaves on the trees resembled flames, burning as they fell at his feet.
After a long while.
He lowered his head, picked up the coffee cup beside him, and took a small sip of bitter coffee.
From the radio next to him, the announcer's voice came:
"Good evening, listeners of Kansas. I'm sure you're already aware that the Geminid meteor shower will arrive at 12 AM."
The host was broadcasting the news of the largest meteor shower to hit Earth in nearly a decade.
"I remind my friends to dress a little more than you think is enough, be wary of radiative cooling, and it's best to bring a lounge chair to a dark, open space without bright light sources, lie on your back, and gaze up at the starry sky."
"Bang!"
Listening to the announcer's incessant chatter on the radio, Leon finally couldn't help but reach out and turn it off.
Then he looked down at his watch.
11:55, five minutes until the meteor shower at 12 o'clock sharp.
He originally had no interest in such things, which were exclusively for romantics.
But since this thing was related to his future happy life, he couldn't help but pay attention.
As for why it was related to his happy life, it had to start with his identity.
Originally, Leon was a native-born Celestial Empire citizen.
Although his quality of life wasn't far ahead, it was still at an average level.
Unexpectedly, one day he enthusiastically accompanied his girlfriend to watch a meteor shower, only for a meteor to fall from the sky, directly causing him to die on the spot.
Upon waking up, he found himself soul-transmigrated to the U.S., becoming a White young man named "Peter Patrick."
His profession was an American cowboy with no house, no car, and deceased parents.
What his deceased parents left him, besides a mountain of debt, was this farm on the verge of bankruptcy.
After hearing the news about the meteor shower tonight, he waited here in advance.
He wanted to see if he could try his luck and return through the meteor shower again.
If he had transmigrated as a capitalist, a movie star, or a rich second-generation, he would still have the idea of striving.
But in the current situation, it was a disastrous start, and he didn't even have the golden finger that transmigrators were supposed to have.
How could he defy fate?
Leon drank all the refreshing coffee in one gulp.
If he had that ability, why would he still be an "Iron Worker" after so long in his previous life?
This kind of hellish start to life was worse than just lying flat and doing nothing.
Just as he was complaining about himself, a transmigrator who was disgracing all transmigrator seniors, a bright light suddenly appeared in the distance.
In the pitch-black night sky, a long, low-flying meteor, dragging a long trail, streaked through the atmosphere.
Then more and more meteors descended.
Under the curtain of the dark night, a grand meteor shower quietly arrived.
Countless meteors streaked across the sky, like shining arrows, piercing the night sky with brilliant tails of flame.
Leon's mouth was slightly agape as he looked up at the spectacular meteor shower.
"Boom!"
A deafening sound echoed across the farm, followed by a slight tremor in the ground.
"Damn!"
A meteor really fell!
He stared, dumbfounded, at the large pit that had been created in the ground before him.
The moment the meteor struck the Earth, countless pieces of soil splattered.
The piles of soybeans stored on the farm ignited from the high-temperature friction, instantly bursting into flames.
Scarlet flames illuminated the entire night sky!
He cursed under his breath and immediately rushed into the warehouse, took out a fire extinguisher, and sprayed foam onto the burning soybeans.
Fortunately, the fallen meteor was not very large, and only a few soybeans were ignited.
Leon quickly put out the fire.
Breathing slightly, he wiped the dust from his face and looked at the deep pit created by the meteor, which was emitting a hazy heat.
After the heat and smoke dissipated, Leon was shocked to see what was inside the pit.
This was not a meteor, but a small spaceship, entirely silver, glowing with a hazy, flowing light in the night!
What the hell?!
Was he witnessing an alien arrival with his own eyes?
Rubbing his face to confirm he wasn't dreaming, Leon dropped the fire extinguisher and ran back to the warehouse.
A moment later, he walked to the pit, holding a shotgun.
For his own safety, and to prevent these aliens from kidnapping him, he felt it was best to take precautions.
"Click! Click! Click!"
Under his gaze, the spaceship's hatch slowly opened.
He instinctively raised his shotgun, aiming it at the spaceship.
As a firearm enthusiast, he had thoroughly enjoyed real-life shooting in the few weeks since he transmigrated.
Now, holding the gun, he was confident he could shoot and hit as soon as the other party appeared.
However, to his shock, there were no terrifyingly shaped gray aliens inside the spaceship.
Instead, there was a cute infant sucking its finger.
An infant?
Somewhat bewildered, Leon took a deep breath to calm himself down.
First, let's see what's happening.
The golden-haired infant seemed to see Leon outside and stretched out its short legs, about to crawl out.
"Danger!"
Seeing the other party about to fall out of the spaceship, Leon, disregarding everything else, immediately slid down the slope of the deep pit.
"Thud!"
Stumbling, he steadied himself at the bottom of the pit, put down the shotgun, and caught the infant just as it was about to fall out.
The naked infant seemed to feel no chill from the night.
Held in Leon's arms, it instead giggled.
Holding the infant, Leon frowned slightly and looked inside the spaceship.
Inside the spaceship was a White blanket. He casually took the blanket and wrapped the infant in it.
Why did this scene feel familiar?
Holding the infant, who had closed its eyes and was dozing off, Leon stared at the spaceship before him.
Kansas, a farm, an infant in a spaceship...
Wait!
Isn't this the scene of Superman arriving on Earth?
Could it be that the World he transmigrated to is a U.S. comic World?
And the infant he's holding right now is Superman?
"Hiss—"
He took a sharp breath, immediately feeling that the infant in his arms was even cuter.
If he became Superman's father...
Well, it seems Superman's adoptive father didn't have a good ending.
But he wasn't the kind of noble person who would sacrifice himself to save others!
A shameless father who would say, "You're my son. If you don't take care of your old father, I'll disown you!"—that's the father he most wanted to be!
Overjoyed, he even thought about how he would "leech off his son" in the future.
His life would be easy from now on!
Besides, Superman was incredibly strong even as a child; he could lift a school bus. Couldn't he lift ten harvesters with one finger?
He wouldn't have to do the farm work himself, and he wouldn't need to hire help. This kid alone could do the work of ten people.
Just as Leon thought his life was about to begin its path of ease, he suddenly noticed a wristband in the spaceship.
The wristband was entirely silver and emitted a cold light, shimmering with a cold, faint glow in the night.
Leon hesitantly reached out his hand, but the moment he touched it, the wristband actually deformed!
The constantly extending mechanical strap, as if alive, wrapped around his left wrist.
"Click!"
Accompanied by a crisp mechanical sound, the wristband tightly conformed to his wrist.
Both startled and puzzled, Leon immediately felt a wave of dizziness in his head.
At the same time, a massive amount of information flooded into his mind.
Two minutes later.
It's over!
After receiving the information transmitted to him by the wristband, these three words instantly appeared in Leon's mind.
The infant he was holding was not Superman after all, but Homelander!
Leon took a deep breath, looking at the infant in his arms in shock.
When this kid grows up, will he explode his head if he gets angry?
After all, you can never determine whether a person's evil is determined by innate genes or caused by the acquired environment.
Thinking of the Superman in his arms turning into Homelander, Leon felt a bit complicated.
But he no longer had a choice.
The information just now told him that he was already bound to this infant.
If the other party died or was abandoned before adulthood, he would also be punished.
So, by wearing the wristband, he signed a tyrannical clause?
With a myriad of alpacas running through his mind, he raised his hand, staring at the wristband that forcibly bound him and the infant.
On the dial, a single hand slowly rotated.
The system prompted him that once the hand completed a full circle, that is, the arrival of the next meteor shower.
The meteor shower would continue to deliver superpowered infants.
In other words, there's a good chance he'll get Superman in the next meteor shower?
Hope was not completely extinguished; there was still a chance next time.
He sighed in relief, gently lowered his wrist, and looked at the infant Homelander.
"Call me Daddy!"