Kansas.

Late at night.

Lin Fang sat in an open area of the farm, looking up at the night sky.

Beside him, the dense trees stood tall and sturdy, reaching up into the clouds.

In the pitch-black night, the red leaves on the trees looked like flames, burning as they fell to his feet.

After a while,

he glanced down and picked up the coffee cup next to him, taking a gentle sip of the bitter brew.

From the nearby radio, the announcer's voice came through:

“Good evening, listeners in Kansas. I'm sure you all know that the Geminid meteor shower will arrive at midnight.”

The host was reporting on the largest meteor shower to hit Earth in the last decade.

“I remind my friends to dress a little warmer than they think they need, be alert for radiation cooling, and it's best to bring a reclining chair and lie back in a dark, open space without bright lights, gazing up at the starry sky...”

“Snap!”

Listening to the announcer's incessant chatter, Lin Fang finally couldn't help but reach out to turn it off.

He then glanced at his watch.

11:55, just five minutes until the meteor shower at midnight.

He had no interest in such romantic notions.

But this was related to his future happiness, so he couldn't help but pay attention.

As for why it mattered for his happiness, it all started with his identity.

Originally, Lin Fang was a native of the Celestial Empire.

Though the quality of life was not overwhelmingly high, it was at a moderate level.

Unexpectedly, one day, excitedly accompanying his girlfriend to watch a meteor shower, a meteorite fell from the sky, causing him to die on the spot.

When he woke up, he found himself transmigrated to America, becoming a white youth named “Peter Patrick.”

His profession was that of an American cowboy, with no house, no car, and orphaned parents.

His deceased parents left him nothing but a mountain of debt and this nearly bankrupt farm.

After hearing the news about the meteor shower tonight, he had come here early.

He hoped to try his luck and see if he could return with the meteor shower.

If he were transmigrated as a capitalist, a movie star, or a rich second generation, he would still have ambitions to strive for.

But in this situation, not only did he have a disastrous start, but he also lacked the essential cheat that transmigrators usually have.

How could he reverse his fate?

Lin Fang gulped down the rest of his stimulating coffee.

If he had this ability, why had he spent so long in his previous life as a “steel worker”?

This hellish start to life was worse than just going back to lie flat.

Just as he was complaining about being a transmigrator and embarrassing all the predecessors, a bright light suddenly appeared in the distance.

In the dark night sky, a long, sweeping meteor dragged a bright trail across the atmosphere.

Soon, more meteors began to fall.

Under the cloak of darkness, a grand meteor shower quietly descended.

Countless meteors streaked across the sky like shining arrows, piercing the night with brilliant tails.

Lin Fang's mouth slightly opened as he gazed up at the spectacular meteor shower.

“Boom!”

A deafening sound echoed across the farm, followed by a slight tremor of the ground.

“Damn!”

A meteorite really fell!

Staring in shock, he looked at the ground now marked by a large crater.

At the moment the meteorite hit the ground, countless clods of earth were thrown up.

The pile of soybeans stacked on the farm caught fire from the intense heat, igniting instantly.

The crimson flames lit up the entire night sky!

Cursing under his breath, he quickly rushed to the warehouse, grabbed a fire extinguisher, and sprayed foam on the burning soybeans.

Fortunately, the fallen meteorite was not large, and only a small portion of the soybeans caught fire.

Lin Fang quickly extinguished the flames.

Gasping slightly, he wiped the dust from his face and looked at the deep pit radiating heat from where the meteorite had struck.

Once the heat and smoke dissipated, Lin Fang was stunned to see what was inside the pit.

It was not a meteorite but a small spacecraft, entirely silver and shimmering with ethereal light against the night!

What the hell?!

Had he just witnessed the arrival of aliens?

Rubbing his face to confirm he was not dreaming, Lin Fang dropped the fire extinguisher and ran back to the warehouse.

A moment later, he stood over the pit holding a shotgun.

For his own safety, he figured it was best to take some protective measures in case these aliens tried to abduct him.

“Click! Click! Click!”

As he watched, the hatch of the spacecraft slowly opened.

Instinctively, he raised his shotgun, aiming at the ship.

As a firearms enthusiast, he had indulged in a real shooting spree during the weeks he had been transmigrated.

Now, holding the gun, he felt confident he could hit anything that appeared.

However, to his shock, there were no terrifying little gray aliens inside the ship.

Instead, there was a cute baby sucking on its finger.

A baby?

Somewhat bewildered, Lin Fang took a deep breath to calm himself.

Let’s assess the situation first.

The golden-haired baby seemed to have noticed Lin Fang outside and stretched its short legs, trying to crawl out.

“Danger!”

Seeing the baby about to fall out of the spacecraft, Lin Fang hurriedly slid down the slope of the pit.

“Thud!”

He stumbled at the bottom of the pit, dropped the shotgun, and caught the baby just before it fell.

The naked baby seemed unaffected by the cold of the night.

Held in Lin Fang's arms, it instead began to giggle.

Cradling the baby, Lin Fang frowned slightly and looked inside the spaceship.

There was a white blanket inside, which he casually grabbed to wrap the baby.

Why did this scene feel somewhat familiar?

Holding the baby, who had closed its eyes and was dozing off, Lin Fang stared at the spacecraft before him.

Kansas, the farm, the baby in the spaceship...

Wait!

Wasn't this the scene of Superman's arrival on Earth?

Could it be that the world he had transmigrated into was the comic book world?

And the baby he was holding was Superman?

“Hiss—”

He gasped, realizing the baby in his arms was even cuter.

If he became Superman's father...

Well, it seemed Superman's adoptive father didn't have the best fate.

But he wasn't the kind of person who would sacrifice himself for others or be noble!

“A shameless father like 'You're my son; if you don't care about your old man, I'll sever our father-son relationship' is the kind of dad he wanted to be!”

Overjoyed internally, he even started to think about how to “mooch off his son” in the future.

His life would be easy from then on!

Moreover, Superman was incredibly strong as a child; couldn't he lift a school bus? And wouldn't he be able to lift ten harvesters with a single finger?

He wouldn't need to do any farm work, nor would he need to hire help; this kid alone could replace ten workers.

Just as Lin Fang thought his life was about to start down the path of ease, he suddenly noticed a watch inside the spacecraft.

The entirely silver watch gleamed with a cold light, sparkling in the night.

Lin Fang hesitated and reached out, but the moment he touched it, the watch began to deform!

The mechanical strap continuously extended, as if it had a life of its own, wrapping around his left wrist.

“Click!”

With a crisp mechanical sound, the watch tightened around his wrist.

Both surprised and puzzled, Lin Fang immediately felt a dizzying sensation.

At the same time, a massive amount of information flooded into his mind.

Two minutes later.

This is bad!

After receiving the information transmitted by the watch, three words instantly appeared in Lin Fang's mind.

The baby he was holding was not Superman, but a native of his homeland!

Lin Fang took a deep breath, staring in shock at the baby in his arms.

Would this kid grow up and one day blow his head off in anger?

After all, you can never determine whether a person's evil is determined by innate genes or by their environment.

Thinking of the transformation from Superman to a native, Lin Fang felt a bit complicated.

But he had no choice.

The previous information told him that he was now bound to this baby.

If the baby died or was abandoned before reaching adulthood, he would also be punished.

So putting on the watch was like signing a contract with a tyrant?

With a million thoughts racing through his mind, he raised his hand and stared at the watch that had forcibly bound him to the baby.

Inside the watch, a pointer slowly turned.

The system indicated that once the pointer completed a full rotation, it would signal the arrival of the next meteor shower.

The meteor shower would continue to bring superpowered babies.

In other words, there was a good chance that the next meteor shower would bring him Superman?

He hoped that the possibility hadn't been completely cut off and that there would be another opportunity next time.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he gently lowered his wrist and looked at the baby native in his arms.

“Call me Dad!”