In the darkness.
Seven figures in white lab coats stood quietly with their heads lowered.
Suddenly, a long-haired woman raised her head slightly. The harsh glare from her nearsighted glasses made her face look somewhat eerie.
She chuckled, her voice like a whisper in one's ear during a dream. "Little Liu Di, do you remember? You grew up drinking my milk. To take care of you in the laboratory, I even neglected my six-month-old daughter at home."
A scruffy-bearded man also raised his head and laughed. "Little Liu Di, I stole bedsheets from home, tore them into pieces, and made diapers for you."
Another, somewhat older man raised his head as well. "To get you registered, I used every connection I had back then."
At that moment, Color Joker was also standing among them. His body shifted, returning to the appearance of that thin young researcher. He smiled softly as well. "Not just them. Even I washed your diapers."
Then.
All eight figures raised their heads and looked at Liu Di.
In this dim world, they appeared incomparably eerie.
They spoke in unison. "We raised you. We even gave you the name Child of Gods. Do you remember?"
Their voices echoed through Liu Di's mind, seeming both like sounds from the depths of his memories and the calls of demons from hell.
For some reason.
Images automatically surfaced in Liu Di's mind.
They were scenes from the perspective of an infant in swaddling clothes, staring curiously at everything before him.
Inside that old-fashioned laboratory.
Figures in white hurried back and forth. While busily carrying out their work, they also had to find time to care for that tiny infant.
A duty roster was posted on the wall, detailed down to every day and every hour.
'9:30, Xing Shu heats the