"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..."
A chorus of children calling for their father echoed around Wenren Sheng's ears, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.
At that moment, he was in a desert.
It was dry and yellowed, without even a trace of Green Intent. When the spring wind blew through, it carried nothing but sand.
His master, Ji Zhengyan, had pointed him here and then told Wenren Sheng to explore this desert alone in search of an opportunity.
Meanwhile, Ji Zhengyan hid in an RV parked in a sunny spot, sleeping, watching videos, and drinking Kuo Le.
Ji Zhengyan had not said much, so Wenren Sheng could only draw on his years of RPG experience and uncover the map first.
After taking a lap through the sky, he found that the desert was not particularly large—only a hundred thousand square kilometers. For the Eastern Continent, it was merely a small desert.
He could not make out anything special from the air, so Wenren Sheng had no choice but to descend and walk step by step.
He had not been walking long before he began hearing waves of voices calling for their father.
And there was more than one voice. Within an hour, he had heard the voices of several thousand different children.
It was enough to drive anyone insane.
Extraordinary Memory was not always a good thing. If he could not clear the cache in time, his brain would swell until it exploded.
Fortunately, he had long learned how to shield himself from things he did not want to hear.
But what exactly was going on? Why were so many voices calling him their father? It was not as if he were some legendary overbearing CEO who could father seven billion children in one litter. The entire Earth was not his household.
Still, it