Super God: One Punch and You're Dead

Whether it was the small potted flowers on the windowsill or the mug on the table.

"Those are slippers. Go change."

Qi Lin said, grabbing something and dashing into the kitchen. Before long, she walked out step by step, holding a small birthday cake.

"Happy birthday to you."

"Happy birthday to you."

She sang as she placed the birthday cake on the dining table.

The cake was one Qi Lin had bought with Lin Yan at a small cake shop—a fruit cream cake. On the birthday cake, a '15' candle was stuck in, a small flame flickering.

"Sit down."

Qi Lin pulled Lin Yan to sit in front of the table.

Then she put the birthday hat on his head, gave him a satisfied once-over—it really was a face so delicate it was hard to look away from.

"Make a wish, Little Yan."

Lin Yan stared at the birthday cake, the small dancing flame reflected in his blue eyes.

But he shook his head.

"Then big sister will make a wish for you. I hope Lin Yan is always happy and joyful."

"Blow out the candle."

"Together?"

Seeing Lin Yan's lack of reaction, Qi Lin's heart ached again.

Losing his foster parents at ten, living alone and destitute—he must have endured so much of the world's coldness and tasted plenty of hardship and suffering.

The candle was blown out.

Qi Lin cut Lin Yan a slice of cake with the most fruit, then, as if she had made up her mind, looked at the boy before her with determined eyes.

"Little Yan, from now on, I, Qi Lin, am your big sister, your family."

Lin Yan's body shifted slightly.

Ever since he turned ten, he had never had a fixed home. Relying only on memories from a past life, he scraped by in this cruel world, often exploited and bullied.

He was constantly being fired and looking for work.

This world was too realistic—it didn't pity you just because you were a child.

Lin Yan had gotten used to it.

This Qi Lin was somewhat interesting. She was probably just having her maternal instincts stirred up, but it was nothing more than a passing whim.

Lin Yan's lips curled up, forming a smile.

But that smile was so cold.

Qi Lin's heart clenched. She shot up and said, a bit agitated.

"Little Yan, my place is ordinary and the conditions are average, but..."

"Move in with me. From now on, big sister will live with you. We'll rely on each other as siblings and keep going in this world."

A momentary impulse?

Maybe.

Qi Lin didn't care about that. She couldn't just leave the boy in front of her to fend for himself.

The smile on Lin Yan's lips gradually faded. He finally looked up at Qi Lin—this was the first time he had truly looked her in the eye. At that moment.

A knock sounded at the door.

"Excuse me, is Comrade Qi Lin home?"

0005 Invitation, Flowers, Bonus Chapter

"I'll get the door."

Qi Lin's expression turned sharp, the tenderness in her eyes vanishing completely. Her movements were swift and decisive.

Someone visiting at this hour.

Who could it be?

Qi Lin grumbled inwardly.

The door opened a crack, but the chain was still on. Standing outside were two men in suits, both wearing black sunglasses.

One of them had slicked-back hair.

"Excuse me, are you Comrade Qi Lin?"

The other, a buzz-cut man, asked.

"Hello. We're from Super Seminary. Here are our credentials. I'm Ge Xiaolun, and he's Zhao Xin. We've been ordered by General Dukao... uh... can we come in and talk?"

Ge Xiaolun gave a simple, honest smile.

Her gaze didn't even dare to land on Qi Lin.

Qi Lin glanced at this Ge Xiaolun. Having received formal police academy training, she instantly judged that this man's cowardly demeanor wasn't an act.

No threat.

"Please, come in."

"Please, have a seat."

The moment Ge Xiaolun stepped through the door, he saw a pair of blue eyes. For an instant, it seemed everything around him dissolved into an ink-black void, leaving only those eyes before him—a sight of sheer overwhelming awe.

He froze mid-step.

"Xiaolun."

Zhao Xin called out, and only then did Ge Xiaolun snap back to his senses.