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Half-asleep, Kang De groggily turned over.

Then I woke up.

He opened his eyes blankly, looked around, and saw only darkness.

Immediately, his expression turned cold, and he sat up.

Beneath me was a genuine leather seat from Humvee.

"Father, don't be nervous."

A familiar voice came from the car stereo.

Kang De shook his head, the events that had just occurred flashing through his mind.

No, it's better if it doesn't surface.

The psychological pressure had built up to its limit, and then it burst out. She used her dad as a dumping ground, venting a bunch of negative emotions, saying a bunch of nonsensical things, and even crying. Then... he came.

The little girl, the mother and daughter, and the other people who were rescued.

The city is ablaze with starlight.

Faces and words of gratitude—perhaps tomorrow people's hearts will change again, but tonight, they are sincerely grateful, without resentment or blame.

Whether it was due to simple morality and tolerance, or the guidance of the king, or a flash of human kindness... the underlying reasons and motivations need not be investigated too deeply. From adults to children, their expressions were sincere and earnest, and were by no means against their will or forced.

That's enough.

Is their kindness and tolerance an innate quality, or something they've learned through education? Is there a difference?

Kang De slowly rubbed his head.

Even though the siege of Danfeng Lucerne was not yet lifted, and the matter of Comora was not yet over, the anxiety, rage, impatience, and violence in my heart had greatly dissipated and eased.

... Wait a moment.

Kang De's expression suddenly changed. "How long have I been asleep?"

"About six or seven hours, Father."

Horus said, "There were no phone calls, no flashes from the Quantum Signal Generator, no fighting in the city, no attacks. I'm monitoring everything, Father, it's alright to sleep a little longer."

Kang De stretched. "Is it time to sleep? Turn on the light."

The car's interior lights were flashing.

Kang De's mind was still a bit muddled; he needed to sort things out.

When the city's inhabitants, led by the king, walked to express their gratitude, no one could imagine the emotions surging within him at that moment. They were beyond words, addressing him respectfully in their ancient native language. Perhaps the power he displayed during the day was so terrifying that it evoked certain associations in these somewhat old-fashioned locals... No, that's not it.

Because he remembered that in the dim light, King Chakat II of Comora was smiling at him, revealing a set of bright white teeth, practically saying "I'm setting the tone" on his face.

He also met the China ambassador to Comora. The ambassador shook his hand with a sincere and warm smile, said a lot of polite words, and seemed very excited.

In short, he was surrounded by friendly and warm-hearted people. There was no blame, no criticism, and no darkness. He felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders, but then he was exhausted and increasingly sleepy.

Then her father carried her to the car.

It had been a long time since my father had carried me on his back, and he was still able to do it.

Then I slept for six or seven hours straight.

This is the longest, most comfortable, and most restful night's sleep I've had since the incident began.

Upon waking, Kang De sighed, remembering all the unresolved issues and new problems that had arisen, wishing he could sleep a little longer, just as Horus had suggested.

When he was saving people earlier, he was consumed by rage and didn't care about anything. He appeared everywhere like a superhuman, Extraction Flame, shaking the earth, and scattering frost. The Himo's Eagle flew wildly in the sky. With a small part of the alchemical skeleton and a large area of Arcane wings, even a fool could tell that this style was wrong.

If this scene were captured on film, it couldn't be explained by superhuman strength alone.

He recalled the ambassador's strange gaze and unusual enthusiasm.

And the father's look that hinted, "Don't let it slip, I lied."

--So what did Dad do?

Kang De fell into deep thought.

His generation has a natural passion for serving their country and is not averse to cooperating with the government. He doesn't mind letting the country know that he is different from others and is willing to do something for the Republic.

There were two concerns that prevented him from immediately joining a nation after returning to Earth from Glittering Sand.

The first is individual freedom.

After defecting to the country, you certainly won't be dissected, but as a vital national asset and strategic humanoid, the government will definitely want to be your super nanny 24/7, afraid that your water will get cold or your food won't taste good. Traveling abroad is basically out of the question, and if even a foreign devil appears in your living area, they will investigate your family history for three generations. Therefore, your daily life will inevitably be inconvenient and potentially dangerous.

The second concern is about another world.

If everything about the other world were revealed, his importance would essentially rise to the level of a national treasure, as vital as the fate of the nation. The entire other world is practically a new continent of the new century. Everyone knows what happened after China missed the Age of Exploration; this time, they are absolutely unwilling to relinquish it. If Kang De dares to speak out, the entire national apparatus will be fully mobilized to support him...

The benefits are obvious.

But there are also downsides.

One downside is that if the plan is not kept secret and the news leaks out, it won't just be a matter of the American Empire sending an assassin or doing something underhanded; a slight mishap could escalate into a global war.

Secondly, Goth is still in a state of chaos, with many grudges, internal strife, turmoil, and wars yet to be resolved. Hatred between different races, disputes between countries, powerful enemies from outer space, and internal turmoil... Under these circumstances, the intervention of a modern Civilization from another world with a strong stance will inevitably lead to a massive war due to various conflicts and contradictions, the intensity of which will not be much less than World War III on Earth.

At that time, how many more people will die, and how many more will have their fates altered?

For the time being, he doesn't want to complicate things too much.

Right now, all he wants is to resolve the issues on both sides as soon as possible and live a few peaceful days. He doesn't want to be pushed by the state apparatus and the will of the people to connect two worlds and be drawn into a new and enormous vortex.

"This is so troublesome..."

As for how to deal with the situation that was about to unfold, Kang De had a general idea and a plan in mind. This idea had come to him after he had rescued his father and the king. Now he needed to reconcile his father's statements with his own.

Where is my dad?

"In the temporary camp not far away, they were discussing issues and matters with the King and the Ambassador. I've been keeping an eye on things there; nothing's wrong... Oh, he's here."

The car window rolled down, Kang Jinzhu strode over, looking at Kang De with a delighted expression. "Won't you sleep a little longer?"

Kang De nodded, gesturing for his father to get in the car.

Papa Kang sat in the passenger seat, a smile on his face, looking at his son. He smiled even more broadly, especially when he saw that the gloom that had been gathering between his son's brows had dissipated.

Kang De glared and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm happy," Kang Jinzhu laughed. "My son, who thought he was all grown up, finally hit a wall and cried his heart out in his father's arms. It was a profound father-son exchange."

Kang De said ominously, "Should I go to the palace and see if I can find any fragments of your will, and then use divination magic to reconstruct it?"

This immediately startled Kang Jinzhu, who promptly said, "I was wrong, I'll never mention it again."

Kang De snorted.

The reason why Papa Kang was so tolerant was not only because he was afraid of his son's blackmail. Normally, at this point, he should have repeated his son's words and cries. Even if this unfilial son could really find that suicide note, at worst it would just be mutual harm. He should make his money first... That was originally how it was.

However, Kang De's previous lamentations and outbursts cannot be considered a dark chapter in his history.

He simply couldn't bear to repeat it.

Because that was his son.

Every word was soaked in blood and tears.

If he hadn't heard it from Kang De himself, he would never have imagined that beneath his son's cheerful exterior lay such profound and painful memories and experiences.

Superpowers, indeed, are things that shouldn't exist in the world.

Kang Jinzhu sighed inwardly.

He had thought about this question while watching superhero movies.

The idea that a morally corrupt person gains superpowers is a disaster for the entire world.

When a person with high moral standards gains superpowers, it means that they themselves will suffer.

When ordinary people face injustice, pain, and sorrow, they can only feel helpless or resigned to their fate. Even if they have superpowers, it doesn't mean that things can be perfectly resolved; sometimes it just means making choices.

Choosing often means giving up. Giving up often means regret.

It implies questioning, it implies self-blame.

Especially if a person has high moral standards, the conflict between their actions and the outcome of events will often exacerbate their inner distress, frustration, and regret.

Just like his son.

As a father, he hoped his son would be an ordinary person.

That's the truth.

The father and son fell silent for a moment, staring at each other calmly, unsure of what to say.

A moment later, Kang Jinzhu broke the silence.

"You previously mentioned the movie 'Superman of Man of Steel,' where Superman's adoptive father would rather die than let Superman reveal his abilities. You said that was a stupid plot, that the director and screenwriter didn't handle it well and just messed it up. I was against it then, and I still am now."

The father sighed softly, "I completely understand Superman's adoptive father's choice and decision... This is a fucking, rotten world, and no father wants his son to face it."

"I still stand by my point of view," Kang De said without the slightest hesitation. "That plot is truly idiotic."

Kang Jinzhu sighed, wanting to say more.

Kang De rolled his eyes and said, "What can you argue with me about now? I have superpowers, and Superman has superpowers too. We're the same kind of people, so I can understand him. Nobody understands Superman better than me!"

Papa Kang protested, "I raised a son with superpowers, Jonathan Kent also raised a son with superpowers. No one understands Superman's father better than me, so I understand his feelings. Is that wrong?"

Kang De retorted arrogantly, "What's the point of saying this now? It's like Superman kicking a car into atomic form and pulling his father back from a tornado. Did his father still want to die? I've already saved you, and you don't want to live anymore? If you don't want to live, write your will again first. I'll read it aloud three times every year when I visit your grave in front of the entire clan."

"Pooh!"

Papa Kang glared at him angrily, but finally shook his head helplessly.

"Indeed, things have come to this point, there's nothing we can do... You caused too much of a commotion during the day, it's impossible to hide it anymore. I discussed it with the king and came up with a story to temporarily appease the country."

Kang De asked, "What?"

"Before we get to that, let me ask you—where did you get that eagle and that big bronze ball of yours? I heard from those Myanmar people that you always manage to come up with something new."

Kang Jinzhu asked seriously, "Were those things really found in the king's tomb?"

Kang De shook his head and said, "Of course not."

An elven alchemist and an ancient king of Comora —they have no connection whatsoever.

Kang Jinzhu frowned and said, "That's quite a coincidence. Your fancy items, judging from their shapes and patterns, are extremely similar to the treasures the France dug up from the royal tombs. That gives us something to say."

Kang De raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I told the country that the amulet I brought you when I went home last year was actually an ancient artifact Comora. By some twist of fate, whether it was touched by blood or something, you were chosen and gained superpowers, which is why you were able to jump all the way from China to here."

"You stormed the royal tomb to find me, and although you didn't find me, the power of the amulet resonated with the tomb's energy, granting you new power—for example, that eagle, that large bronze ball—in short, they are extremely similar in style to the treasures the France dug up from the royal tomb."

"Especially that eagle, which can be linked to the national mythology of the Comora, so let's just say it. Anyway, there's no way to verify it now, it all depends on the king's word, and he has the final say."

"That way, I can explain the origin of your shady abilities. Even if word gets out, relevant personnel and government agencies will seize this lead and investigate thoroughly, then they'll be raiding ancient tombs all over their respective countries... Damn it, my explanation can actually advance archaeological work."

Kang De was stunned.

"You've definitely been reading too many online novels..."

However, this explanation isn't entirely wrong.

Kang Jinzhu continued, "In short, let's just leave it at that for now. Having the king come and collude with us will be very convincing, and we can cooperate with him."

"After all, according to the explanation, your superpower comes from the inheritance of their ancestors. In other words, as someone who inherited the ancient legacy of the Comora, you have a duty to protect this country. In that case, you can stay here for a while to carry out your unknown evil schemes, which will also allow you to stay away from the eye of the storm for the time being..."

Storm eye?

Kang De asked curiously, "What do you mean?"

Kang Jinzhu glanced at her son and said calmly, "You're not the only one."

Kang De tilted his head. "... Hmm?"

"I'm telling you, you're not the only one with superpowers in this world," Kang Jinzhu said calmly. "I spoke with that unnamed adult, and he wasn't surprised by your abilities, but he was somewhat taken aback when he heard that your power originated from the Comora tomb—this shows that something is happening in the world behind closed doors, unknown to us. Perhaps humanity isn't alone on this planet."

Kang De nodded and said, "Oh."

Kang Jinzhu put on a serious act, casually recounting such a major event, thinking he would scare his son. He was a little annoyed that Kang De was so calm.

"You don't seem to find it strange at all?"

"Nothing strange about it."

Kang De gave his father a thumbs-up. "Not long ago, I performed a ritual to help a female ghost find peace in Huaxing Garden, and I also avenged her grievances."

"... Huaxing Garden?"

"Yes, it's that Huaxing Garden."

Kang De said earnestly, "To be honest, I'm much better at fighting than you think. Why don't you talk to the government about it? I'm planning to launch a feature app called 'Didi Ghost-Hailing'), and we welcome orders from all countries!"

"Go away, go away, don't you think there's enough trouble already?" Kang Jinzhu said impatiently. "You told me before that you wanted to open a company or something here, and I discussed it with the King..."

Just then, Kang De's cell phone rang.

Kang De took it out and looked at it; it was a satellite phone with a Russian number.

"Oh, the takeout has arrived."

Kang De answered the phone, "Hello? Brother Airship?"

"Virgin Mary! What have you done!" the Russian shouted. "The GRU people have called me! I knew this day would come, but it's far too early!"

"..."

Kang De's expression was ambiguous. "So, you've been arrested? Do you want me to come and rescue you?"

"No! They've come to pick me up!" the Russian shouted. "We're almost at Comora!"

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PS1: 4500... Time for bed, I'll write more tomorrow.