Ineffective Feeding and Ineffective Paternal Love

The baby's satisfied gulping sounds were exceptionally clear in the silent room. The little one instinctively clutched the milk bottle with his tiny hands, his large, dark eyes still glistening with tears, yet staring intently at the stiff-faced, oddly-acting "temporary dad" before him, drinking sweetly with gusto.

Ling Ye maintained his pose of holding the milk bottle, his arms stiff as stone pillars, every muscle in his body tensed. He felt as though he wasn't feeding a baby, but performing a precise ritual crucial to the survival of the Primordial Era, where a single misstep could cause the universe to collapse. The warm milk bottle, the soft sucking sensation, made his scalp tingle, and he wished he could fling it away immediately.

The kind-hearted father watched Ling Ye's "ready-for-battle" demeanor and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, his expression one of understanding, as if to say, "All new dads are like this." He even took out his phone, seemingly wanting to capture this "heartwarming" moment.

"Yes, yes, just like that, hold it steady, don't let him choke... Hey, relax your expression, smile a little, this is the happiest moment for a father..."

Upon hearing the words "happiest moment for a father," Ling Ye's mouth twitched uncontrollably. He almost crushed the milk bottle! Happiness?! He only felt torment! Every second was torture!

The bellyband in his arms seemed to sense his agitation and the sweet aroma from the milk bottle, becoming restless again, transmitting a clearer, stronger thought: "Hungry! Eat! Dad! I want some too!"

Ling Ye, driven mad by this internal and external pressure, instinctively wanted to snatch the milk bottle from the real baby's mouth and shove it into the bellyband to shut its "mouth"!

However, his remaining rationality firmly suppressed this suicidal thought. If he actually put the milk bottle on the bellyband, that Madam would likely cross dimensions to tear off his head the next second!

Just as he was locked in an internal struggle, experiencing immense torment—

Perhaps it was Ling Ye's emotions affecting his movements, or perhaps his stiff posture made the bottle angle wrong—

"Cough cough! Ptoo—!"

The baby suddenly coughed violently, his little face turning red. The milk he had just drunk, mixed with saliva, spurted out, splashing precisely all over Ling Ye's face and body!

The warm, milky liquid dripped down his chin.

Ling Ye: "..."

Time seemed to stand still.

The father's laughter abruptly stopped, his hand holding the phone frozen in mid-air.

Su Wanqing gasped in horror, covering her mouth.

Even the restless bellyband in Ling Ye's arms seemed to be stunned into temporary silence by this sudden "attack."

Ling Ye slowly, very slowly, raised his other hand and wiped the milkstains from his face. His eyes rapidly shifted from initial bewilderment to extreme shock, then to earth-shattering rage, and finally... condensed into a terrifying killing intent that could freeze hell itself!

He... was... sprayed?!

By a mortal infant?! With milk?!

A grave insult!!!

A grave insult unseen in hundreds of millions of years of the Primordial Era!!!

"Uh... cough cough, it's okay, it's okay, babies often choke on milk, just pat his back..." The father was the first to react, quickly stepping forward to smooth things over, trying to take the child and milk bottle from Ling Ye's hands.

However, before his hand could touch them—

"Get lost!!!"

Ling Ye let out an extremely suppressed roar, like a wounded beast!

An invisible yet terrifying wave of energy erupted from him like a bomb!

The kind father felt an irresistible force surge towards him. With a startled cry, he felt as though he'd been hit by a high-speed train, sent flying backward, crashing heavily against the wall opposite the corridor, and passed out without so much as a groan!

The room door slammed shut with a bang! Automatically locked!

Su Wanqing screamed in terror at the sudden turn of events, backing away repeatedly, tightly hugging the real baby in her arms, who was once again startled and beginning to pout and cry.

Ling Ye stood rooted to the spot, his chest heaving violently, milkstains streaked across his face, his eyes bloodshot, emanating a palpable, destructive aura of low pressure! He stared intently at the "culprit" in Su Wanqing's arms, as if he were about to tear it to shreds the next second!

"Big... Big Brother... Please calm down... The child... the child didn't mean to..." Su Wanqing's voice trembled with fear as she desperately protected the baby.

"Waaah--!!!!" The baby erupted into earth-shattering cries again, louder and more aggrieved than ever before!

And this time, the bellyband in Ling Ye's arms, instead of "getting jealous" or "protesting," instead... transmitted a very faint... fluctuation of grievance and fear, like "empathy"? As if it too was scared by Ling Ye's terrifying killing intent?

The baby's cries, the bellyband's fear, Su Wanqing's terror, intertwined, like a cold tide, actually managed to slightly dampen Ling Ye's uncontrolled rage.

He abruptly closed his eyes, took several deep breaths (even though all he inhaled was the smell of milk), and forcibly suppressed the urge to destroy everything.

Cannot kill...

Killing would be more troublesome...

That Madam...

Homework...

The thought of "homework" and the three-day deadline filled Ling Ye with a deep sense of powerlessness and irritability.

He opened his eyes again, the crimson hue receding slightly, but still chillingly terrifying. With extreme disgust, he used another torn piece of bedsheet to furiously wipe the milkstains from his face, his gaze like knives scraping across Su Wanqing and the child.

"You!" he pointed at Su Wanqing, his voice hoarse and cold, "Feed him! Don't let him make any more noise! Otherwise... you know the consequences!"

Su Wanqing felt as though she had been granted amnesty, quickly nodding and fumbling to pick up the milk bottle that had fallen on the floor, carefully continuing to feed the baby. This time, she had learned her lesson, trying her best to make her movements gentle and natural.

The baby seemed to sense the tense atmosphere as well, drinking the milk with whimpers, not daring to cry loudly anymore.

Ling Ye paced the room restlessly, like a trapped beast. The smell of milk clung to him like a persistent shadow, reminding him of his recent humiliation. The urine stains on his chest and milkstains on his face made him extremely uncomfortable, as if countless ants were crawling on him.

He had never been so disheveled! Nor had he ever craved the return of his power so much, so he could completely obliterate all of this!

As he paced to a corner of the room, near the Chaos Green Lotus basin that was still vibrating slightly and emitting high heat—

Another change occurred!

Perhaps it was the intense fluctuation of his emotions that triggered the power, perhaps the stone in the basin was restless, or perhaps... he was simply at the absolute peak of bad luck—

The Chaos Green Lotus basin suddenly let out an extremely faint "crack," like porcelain shattering!

On the basin wall, a thin, hair-like crack actually appeared?!

Although it was instantly repaired and sealed by the basin's own chaotic aura, the moment that crack appeared—

A fluctuation of "coordinate origin" even purer, more domineering, and more impossible to conceal than before, like a high-pressure water cannon, shot out from the crack, instantly breaking through the Chaos Green Lotus basin's isolation, piercing the hotel room wall, and madly spreading towards the endless void!

"This is bad!!!"

Ling Ye's expression drastically changed; it was too late to stop it!

This fluctuation was too strong, too clear! Far easier to track than any previous instance!

Almost simultaneously!

Rumble rumble rumble—!!!

The sky above the hotel darkened again without any warning! Deeper, more oppressive than before!

A more terrifying, more greedy collective, carrying countless chaotic roars and mad wills, like a school of sharks smelling blood, tore through space from all directions and descended!

"Origin Core!!!"

"It's mine!!"

"Get lost!!"

"Hehehehe..."

Countless chaotic and powerful thoughts intertwined and collided, filled with the most primal greed and lust for slaughter! Clearly, this time, it wasn't just the Primordial Greedy Wolf that was attracted! Other terrifying existences from different dimensions and eras, who had also sensed the "Origin Core" fluctuation, had arrived!

The light of the entire city seemed to be swallowed, plunging into an eerie gloom! Countless electronic devices emitted piercing static, and people on the streets looked up at the sky in terror, but saw no clouds, only a heart-stopping, writhing darkness!

"Damn it!" Ling Ye's scalp tingled; he hadn't expected trouble to come so quickly! So fiercely!

His first instinct was to grab the Chaos Green Lotus basin again and escape!

But the moment he reached out—

"Waaah—!!!!!"

Behind him, the real infant who had just quieted down seemed to have its spirit broken by the terrifying, invisible pressure from outside and the countless chaotic, evil wills, letting out another heart-rending wail filled with extreme fear! Its cry was so sharp it could almost pierce eardrums!

And this time, the bellyband in Ling Ye's arms, as if also frightened by this sudden, more terrifying multiverse-level malice, was no longer just feeling wronged or jealous. Instead, it erupted with a pure, instinctual... immense fear and a cry for protection!

"Waaah—!!!" (Real infant: Monsters outside! So scary!)

"Waaah—!!!" (Bellyband's thought: Daddy! So many bad guys! Scared! Help!)

The dual cries of fear exploded in Ling Ye's mind like two sonic bombs!

Even more crucially—

Because of this extreme fear, the bellyband... unconsciously, passively... once again released its unique fluctuation, carrying the scent of milk and bloodline aura... mixing it all together!

Though faint, in front of those terrifying beings with their keen senses, it was like a lighthouse in the darkness!

As expected—

The countless chaotic wills in the sky paused abruptly!

Then, they erupted with even crazier and greedier roars!

"There's more?!!"

"The aura of a Primordial Spirit?!!"

"Hahaha! Buy one get one free! It's all mine!!"

"Tear them apart! Seize the Origin Core and the Spirit!"

Countless terrifying attack intentions, like a torrential downpour, instantly locked onto this small express hotel room! Destructive energies from different directions and with different attributes began to condense!

Ling Ye instantly fell into an unprecedented desperate situation!

Before him were the encircling forces of multiverse terrifying existences, behind him was the enraged Matriarch's three-day deadline, and in his arms were a "fake son" whose spirit was broken and a real infant wailing in unison...

He felt like a tiny boat in a storm, about to be torn to shreds the next second!

Run? Where to run? His aura had been completely locked onto!

Fight? In his current state, dealing with one would be tough, let alone a crowd?!

Explain? Explain to this group who were left with only greedy instincts? Like casting pearls before swine!

At this critical juncture—

Ling Ye's gaze suddenly swept over the television in the room, which was still playing a boring advertisement...

The screen was showing an advertisement for the latest holographic virtual game pod, boasting "100% real experience, creating a second world"...

A plan, extremely crazy, yet perhaps the only chance of survival, struck his chaotic mind like a final lightning bolt!

He had it!

Let's take a gamble!

Betting on the intelligence and sensory precision of this bunch of lunatics!

He suddenly reached out, not to attack, nor to defend, but… towards the TV screen that was still playing commercials… and fiercely grabbed it!

"Buzz—!"

The TV screen suddenly erupted with a blinding white light! The commercial image within the screen seemed to come alive, with countless data streams and light figures surging out wildly!

At the same time, Ling Ye slammed his other hand onto the ground!

The majestic Chaos Origin Qi, mixed with the extreme chill of Madam that had lingered before, and a trace of weak bloodline fluctuation forcibly extracted from the bellyband, poured into the ground like a frenzy, instantly outlining a complex… super illusion formation that covered the entire room!

The formation's light crazily intertwined and merged with the data stream light figures surging from the TV!

The next moment—

An extremely realistic virtual signal source, mixed with "Origin Core" fluctuations, "Primordial Spirit" aura, and various chaotic energy reactions, like a giant bait, suddenly erupted from the TV screen, transforming into a dazzling pillar of light that shot up into the sky!

Then… it crazily fled towards the direction of the city outskirts, completely opposite to the hotel…!

The simulated "escape" trajectory, the "panicked" energy fluctuations, the "incredibly enticing" aura… were simply lifelike!

High in the sky, the countless chaotic and terrifying wills were instantly drawn to this sudden, even more obvious "target"!

"Trying to run?!"

"Chase!!"

"Don't let it get away!!"

With almost no hesitation, the terrifying attack energy that could destroy cities, and those greedy wills, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, instantly changed direction, madly chasing after that virtual signal source!

Rumble—!!!

The terrifying torrent of energy, like a migrating herd, swept across the city sky and surged towards the outskirts, quickly disappearing into the horizon.

Inside the hotel room, the pressure suddenly decreased.

A sliver of light returned outside the window. Although still dim, the suffocating sense of being locked on had vanished.

Ling Ye dropped to one knee with a thud, gasping for air, cold sweat pouring from his forehead, almost completely drained. That last move had almost used up his final strength.

In the room, the crying of the true infant and the bellyband also gradually subsided, seemingly soothed by the suddenly vanished terrifying pressure.

Su Wanqing, holding the child, slumped to the ground, as if she had just walked through the gates of hell, her entire body soaked in cold sweat.

A narrow escape from death.

However, before Ling Ye could even catch his breath—

The bellyband in his arms, perhaps because a trace of its bloodline power had been forcibly extracted, and after experiencing extreme fear followed by sudden relaxation, actually… began to emit an extremely unstable, chaotic energy fluctuation!

And… it transmitted a strong… desire to "approach" and "comfort" the similarly frightened true infant next door… a bizarre intention?

As if they were fellow sufferers? Brothers in misfortune?

A deeply ominous premonition suddenly surged in Ling Ye's heart!

He was about to forcefully suppress it—

But it was already too late!

The bellyband suddenly broke free from his embrace (perhaps Ling Ye was too weak), transforming into a red light, like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest, it zipped… directly into… the crib of the true infant next door?!

Tightly… clinging to the infant's chest?!

The red light flickered, and the bloodline fluctuations actually… slowly, tentatively… began to attempt a bizarre… fusion… with the true infant's mundane aura?!

Ling Ye: "!!!!!!"

Su Wanqing: "??????"

True Infant: "(⊙_⊙)?" (Stopped crying, curiously looking down at the glowing red cloth on its chest)

Ling Ye stared at the bellyband clinging to the true infant's chest, as if it had found a new home. His vision darkened, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood!

What kind of operation was this?!

Recognizing a thief as its father?! No, recognizing a thief as its son?!

Did this damn bellyband have any principles at all?!