Xiao's Diary

September 1st, Year 75.

The weather on Mars was always like this. Regardless of winter, summer, spring, or autumn, the sky was always overcast, and the sandstorms were always annoying.

They possessed such great power, yet they were unwilling to conserve even a little excess energy to improve their environment. Compared to the creatures they called the most disgusting in the universe—Earthlings—how could they be any better? Fragile, dirty, savage, primitive Earthlings, who had restored Earth's environment in the past hundred years, and what were they doing?

Xiao, you must remember, half the blood flowing in your veins comes from fragile, dirty, savage, primitive Earthlings.

Remember the surname 'Xiao'; it is the only legacy that pitiful woman left you.

Holsom, what connection do you have with this 'noble' surname?

Remember, Xiao, this is the only thing your mother left you.

Remember how she died today, twelve years ago.

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Nanket Holsom appeared behind Xiao like a ghost. His fair, delicate face was contorted with rage, and his perfect lips were pursed into a sharp line. His long, golden hair, as brilliant as sunlight, whipped about like willow branches in a storm due to the rapidly fluctuating mental power. Nanket Holsom's three-meter-tall body also floated up due to the leaking mental storm. Wisps of purple-blue mist, visible to the naked eye and condensed from pure mental energy, coiled around Nanket Holsom's body. The spacious and tidy room, constructed from special alloy steel, suddenly emitted a teeth-grinding creak, and an invisible, latent force churned in the air.

Xiao, equally tall and imposing, as handsome as a mythical elven prince, calmly saved his diary on his personal quantum computer. He filed the diary in a folder named "Xiao's Diary," protected by a multi-layered password over a thousand and twenty-four bits long, sufficient to safeguard his little secret.

Of course, if Nanket Holsom truly wished to pry into Xiao's diary, even a thousand times longer password would be useless. However, as one of the prominent figures among the Roam people, Nanket Holsom would not stoop to such base actions. Even though he witnessed his son venting his grievances in his diary today, due to the hypocritical nature of the Roam people, he would still turn a blind eye to these diaries!

The resentment of an illegitimate child of mixed blood was not worth Nanket Holsom's significant attention.

Xiao stood up and, facing the immense mental pressure Nanket Holsom was releasing intentionally or unintentionally, he strained with all his might to keep his back straight.

His fair skin was like freshly congealed sheep fat, and his golden hair was as dazzling as Nanket Holsom's. His delicate features, like works of art, bore a 99.9% resemblance to Nanket Holsom's. Standing together, the young Xiao and the equally youthful Nanket Holsom looked like a pair of twin brothers. However, Xiao's height of two meters and twenty centimeters made him appear so small before Nanket Holsom. His dark, lustrous eyes, like black pearls, seemed incredibly piercing in Nanket Holsom's eyes. His height, nearly a third shorter than a pure-blooded Roam person, and these completely un-Roam-like black eyes undoubtedly revealed Xiao's identity—a half-blood!

For the Roam people, being a half-blood was itself an original sin.

Nanket Holsom looked down at his son with a grim expression. Xiao's stubborn expression reminded him of that woman, that infuriating, troublesome woman!

The pressure in the room suddenly intensified more than tenfold. Nanket Holsom's golden eyes emitted a blinding light that was impossible to look at directly.

"My son, do you not wish to show your father the respect he deserves?"

Xiao's body trembled. The immense pressure caused the joints in his body to emit terrifying creaks. Large beads of sweat seeped from Xiao's pores, quickly soaking his thin clothes. A small puddle of water gradually formed on the smooth alloy floor beneath his feet.

But Xiao still stood straight!

The pressure in the room increased again, and Nanket Holsom let out an angry snort.

The sudden increase in pressure exceeded Xiao's limit. A faint blue luminescence seeped from Xiao's body, but it was easily crushed by the immense pressure, like an egg under a hammer. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Xiao's mouth. He lowered his head and prostrated himself before Nanket Holsom in defeat. Nanket Holsom nodded with satisfaction.

"Doka Holsom, no matter what, you are still my son, Nanket Holsom. At least my noble blood flows within you. Therefore, I cannot abandon you."

Looking around, Nanket Holsom narrowed his eyes and let out a few mocking cold laughs.

The spacious room, over a hundred meters long and wide and more than ten meters high, was filled with various exquisite machine tools. Countless mechanical blueprints were piled messily on the floor. Between the machine tools and blueprints lay heaps of metal components, from the most ordinary screws and nuts to giant photon circuit boards so complex they would drive ordinary people mad. Countless mechanical parts were mixed together haphazardly, emitting a pungent odor. Amidst this mess of metal objects, one could barely find the 'remains' of a single bed. However, a half-finished armed robot, resembling a skeleton, lay on this single bed, which was missing a leg.

Nanket Holsom stomped hard on Xiao's shoulder, shaking his head dismissively.

"Learn from your brothers; the weakest among them is already more than a hundred times stronger than you!"

Sighing heavily, Nanket Holsom forced his facial muscles to assume the guise of a loving father.

"Although you are a lowly half-blood, my noble Holsom family's blood flows within you. Therefore, you should not be this weak!"

"Remember your identity; you are a member of the Holsom family—of course, you can never be a core member of the Holsom family—but you can barely be considered a member of our family. Therefore, lowly work like mechanical design is not suitable for you. Grasp the origin of power, grasp immense power, grasp the power to dominate those lower beings; this is what you should be doing! Fiddling with these metal objects? By the great God of Black Holes, you truly bring shame upon our Holsom family!"

Xiao lay on the ground, his gaze drifting to a blueprint pressed beneath him. He paid no attention to Nanket Holsom's words.

Nanket Holsom, however, became increasingly pleased as he spoke, recounting the past glories of his family, from his father to his grandfather, from his grandfather to his great-grandfather, from his great-grandfather to even more ancient ancestors. At this rate, he was prepared to recite the Holsom family tree, which had continued for countless centuries.

Time ticked by. When Nanket Holsom finished recounting his seventeenth-generation ancestor, he finally turned to the reason for his visit.

"The honor of the Holsom family cannot be sullied by you like this. Since you, a lowly half-blood, have not developed any superior genetic mutations, you are a waste. As a waste, you are still a waste of our Holsom family, and your research into these primitive, backward mechanical bodies truly disgraces the entire family."

"Therefore, the family gives you one last chance. As long as you can pass this trial, you will be recognized by the family and become a true core member."

Nanket Holsom raised his head and announced loudly in the tone of a god bestowing blessings upon his followers, "In three months, you will enter the temple for the Christo Fusion Ceremony."

Xiao was lost in thought, his entire mind occupied with calculating a minor modification on the blueprint. He showed no reaction to Nanket Holsom's words.

Nanket Holsom finally realized that his glorious family history had been completely wasted. Enraged, he kicked Xiao fiercely, sending him flying more than ten meters.

Xiao crashed headfirst into a pile of metal components. A sharp alloy combat knife slashed a deep gash across his face, and bright red blood spurted out like a fountain.

Nanket Holsom looked at the blood Xiao had spurted with disgust.

"Damn it, red blood! It's the most disgusting liquid in the world!"

He casually shot a blue beam of light at Xiao and turned to leave Xiao's room.

"Remember, in three months, you will undergo the Christo Fusion Ceremony!"

The blue light stopped the bleeding from Xiao's face, but it only stopped the flow of blood. The wound on Xiao's face showed no signs of healing—Xiao knew that Nanket Holsom could have instantly healed his wound, but how could the contemporary head of the noble Holsom family bother with a lowly half-blood bearing original sin?

Xiao lay on the ground and licked the fresh blood flowing from his mouth.

The bright red, hot blood.

He opened his diary document and wrote new words.

"Today I saw the color of my blood—my blood is red!"

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