I Can't Be His Dad

"I said..."

"Emily, calm down!"

Roger had no experience dealing with this kind of thing.

So all I could do was try to soothe the other person with a gentle tone.

"I'm very calm now!"

She said it very loudly.

Roger glanced at Mr. Victor beside him.

The latter politely put away all the sunflower seeds in his hand.

But the person showed no intention of avoiding the situation.

Wow.

I'm not taking any more.

Focused on watching the play.

Roger rubbed his temples and pondered:

"Although but..."

"Why are you contacting me if you're pregnant?"

Upon hearing this...

Emily's eyes widened instantly:

"We're in that kind of relationship..."

She added quietly, "I meant the alliance..."

"If I don't look for you, who else should I look for?"

After saying those two sentences.

Her voice unconsciously rose again. "And I suspect..."

"Was it when we were digging the hole..."

Roger, hearing her increasingly outrageous claims, decisively interrupted, "Absolutely impossible!"

Emily stared at him blankly. "But I've only ever had physical contact with you..."

Roger wondered if he'd run into someone looking to take over his investment. He reluctantly replied:

"Think again, how did your belly get so big? When? Where?"

Emily recalled:

"Just now..."

"I was walking under the moonlight when I suddenly heard the laughter of children."

Then my stomach started to swell up... Ouch!

She gently covered her stomach, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I... I'm still a young girl!"

Encountering such an outrageous thing.

Even though Roger was knowledgeable and experienced.

They could only quietly recall the soap without making a sound.

I'd like to ask Cindy for her opinion.

Unfortunately, this time...

Even Cindy, with her seven inspirations, couldn't figure out what kind of baby was in Emily's belly.

Emily clutched her belly, bewildered.

Roger was dizzy and confused as he considered the possibilities.

In a short time.

The two fell into silence.

The atmosphere gradually cooled down.

Fortunately, it happened at that moment.

The kind-hearted uncle next door came over and asked, "Do you two need my help?"

Roger looked at Victor with suspicion.

This guy was dressed quite well, in a spotless custom-made purple suit. Although his two slicked-back mustaches looked a bit greasy, they were still quite charming for a man his age.

It seemed to sense Roger's wary gaze.

Victor smiled slightly and said, "Don't misunderstand."

"My profession is gynecologist."

"I've encountered similar situations before."

Upon hearing this, Emily immediately raised her little head.

Victor walked over.

He placed his right hand on his chest, gently holding a crystal pendant, and politely asked, "Excuse me, may I use my inspiration?"

Emily nodded without hesitation.

Victor then held the crystal pendant up to his eyes and examined Emily's stomach as if using a magnifying glass.

Sizzle! The white crystal instantly Self-Immolation and turned into smoke.

Victor gasped, instinctively jumping back. Looking at the charred marks on his hand, he showed a hint of fear. "You're not carrying a human!"

Emily's face turned deathly pale instantly.

She and Roger exchanged a glance, both of them thinking of many unpleasant stories.

In the world of Far Gaze Town.

The woman became pregnant unexpectedly.

If a non-human baby is born, whether that baby is a hero or a devil, the mother will suffer great calamity!

This has almost become a law of anomalous events.

"Can it be aborted?"

Roger asked a question.

Victor glanced at him. "Theoretically, yes."

"Actually, I can't, because I can't beat it."

"This child is too extraordinary; could he be related to the spirit world?"

Roger suddenly seemed to realize something, and gasped in shock. "The Ancient One, Vilan?"

Victor paused for a moment.

He looked around, seemingly using his intuition to sense the surroundings.

After a while.

He nodded seriously and said, "That possibility cannot be ruled out."

"I learned from a Spirit Realm Hero that Vilan has never given up on returning; perhaps he has already gathered enough power..."

Speaking of which...

He suddenly looked in the direction of the castle with a half-smile, "So, tomorrow's ceremony should be even more interesting, right?"

After saying that.

Victor nodded to the two of them and then left.

Watching the other person's departing figure.

Roger seemed to be deep in thought.

This guy clearly has some background.

The two terms he had just mentioned, whether intentionally or unintentionally, piqued Roger's curiosity—the first being "Spirit Realm Hero," what the hell was that? Victor didn't explain, Roger was naturally clueless as well.

The second is "tomorrow's ceremony".

This shows that he also knew that the "final test" was highly problematic.

But he still came.

Whose interests does he represent?

Spirit Realm Hero?

Roger felt that things were becoming increasingly confusing.

certainly.

The most outrageous thing was Emily's unborn child.

While listening to her describe her dream about the castle.

Roger had made many guesses.

But none of the most outrageous possibilities include the idea that Emily might be pregnant with Vilan's reincarnation...

Thinking back to the day I shattered the life box of the remnant soul under the poplar tree.

"Could it be that this has inadvertently allowed Vilan's remnant soul to be successfully reincarnated?"

Roger looked at the baby in Emily's belly.

I'm starting to feel the urge to strike first.

But he couldn't bear to hurt innocent Emily.

All I could do was sigh deeply.

That night.

To soothe Emily's emotions.

Roger decided to stay with her all night.

The latter went from blushing with embarrassment at the beginning, to weeping with her face covered, to finally having a numb expression.

These changes made Roger feel a little sorry for her.

Even though I know he's just a historical figure.

However, this strong sense of realism still affected his emotions.

It was past midnight.

Emily gently hugged Roger.

His breath was sweet as orchids in his ear:

"I don't want to give birth while I'm still a virgin..."

Roger's heart skipped a beat at those eerie words.

Looking at Emily's pitiful eyes.

Roger almost softened his heart—

After all, he's been with rich women many times in this world.

If all else fails, just click "Skip"!

However, the girl's next sentence completely killed his interest—

"Besides, children can't be without their fathers."

Roger grabbed her and said, "Sorry."

"I can't be his father."

He thought to himself that if it really came to fruition, the relationship would be far too complicated.

Emily asked, puzzled, "How do you know it's him and not her?"

"If I had to have a child, I'd want a little princess!"

Roger scratched his head. "That's hard to explain."

"You don't need to explain."

Emily seemed like a completely different person, rushing over enthusiastically. "Just do me a favor!"

At that very moment.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

"The hardest thing to bear is the kindness of a beautiful woman. Faced with Emily's advances, please choose—"

Option 1: Help her fulfill her wish, since giving birth as a virgin is indeed against human ethics, and you can also play the role of a father in advance.

Option 2: Push her away and tell her that the person you love most is your wife. This can help you establish a persona of unwavering loyalty.

Option 3: Help her in other ways (please imagine specific methods yourself).

Option 4: Custom

"Damn it!"

"Where is my High-Dimensional Perspective?"

"They're always making their presence felt, but when it really matters, they don't show up and provide any information?"

Roger had a terrible headache.

According to common sense.

Of course, he would refuse Emily's unreasonable request without hesitation!

After all, he could barely be considered a decent person.

But this time...

I don't know why.

Deep down, he always had a premonition—

Perhaps offering help to the lost girl would be a better choice.

"What do I do?"

Watching the 60-second countdown for the selection options.

Roger was caught in a dilemma.

However, at this very moment...

A seductive, urging voice rang in his ears. "Say yes!"

"Say yes!"

"Trust me, you must say yes!"

Roger was suddenly startled.

That is...

Blue Will's voice!

Although the sound quickly disappeared without a trace.

Roger was still terrified.

"He wants to harm me?"

"Wrong..."

"If Emily's baby is Vilan, then Blue Will wouldn't be Vilan!"

"There can't be two Vilan, can there?"

Roger was extremely distraught.

This was the first time he had ever been so deeply entangled in such a perplexing situation!

Perhaps it's related to inner demons.

He felt that his way of doing things was no longer like himself.

He began to calm his thoughts and ask himself, "Should I follow my heart?"

"Ignoring all external distractions, what would I normally do?"

"This is not a difficult decision..."

Roger calmed down.

What happened next was naturally a matter of course.

He politely declined Emily's advances.

He told her.

After tomorrow's ceremony.

Everything should come to light now.

The child in her belly may not actually exist.

It could also be some kind of phenomenon related to Psychic Art.

In response to this.

Emily was very disappointed.

She pushed Roger away somewhat resentfully.

Then, with her pregnant belly, she silently left his little house.

Before leaving.

Roger also heard her mutter, "Is this still not enough?"

"Waaaaah..."

"I guess I just have too many freckles on my face."

After Emily left.

Roger decided not to sleep at all.

Late at night.

He just wandered around the village.

He was searching for traces of Blue Will.

But they all failed in the end.

This guy seems to have vanished into thin air.

This made Roger suspect that the voice he heard when faced with a choice was actually his own inner voice.

At that time.

It's normal for people to be not fully conscious.

Dawn broke quickly.

Cindy successfully completed the task previously assigned by Roger.

After the two met up.

They then headed straight up the mountain.

On the ancient castle bridge at dawn.

The air was thick with moisture.

A shadow, standing like an ancient pine tree, had long been rooted there.

That person was naturally the Butler Motto.

"You're too early."

Medog said to Roger.

Roger glanced at the man and woman beside him and couldn't help but smile, "Weren't they here even earlier?"

Victor greeted Roger with a smile.

Emily glared at him angrily.

"It seems you are all in a hurry."

"I understand how you feel."

Motuo said in a relaxed tone:

"But the time is not right yet... However, we can go to the front courtyard to choose weapons first."

As he spoke.

He waved to the three of them.

Then he turned and walked towards the castle gate:

"Come with me."

The three of them walked across the arched bridge in the morning mist.

Upon arriving at the city gate.

The three of them were suddenly inspired.

That moment.

They seemed to have arrived at another place from the projection of the spirit world.

A place... completely unrelated to this world!

"I can no longer sense the existence of the spirit world."

Emily whispered uneasily.

Roger nodded.

Although he looked worried.

However, he was overjoyed!

"Hint: You have entered the ' Land of Annihilation,' a blind spot for the gods. No action you take here will trigger an increase in Anomaly Value."

"Warning: The Land of Annihilation is extremely dangerous. It is home to beings that even the native gods of the Historical World dare not venture into..."

Read these two lines of information calmly.

Roger immediately focused his attention and vigilance to the maximum.

This Weilun Castle is indeed extraordinary.

Such a high level of danger would be almost equivalent to a "plot-driven death" for a normal person.

Fortunately.

He still has a trump card up his sleeve.

Thinking this way.

He couldn't help but gently touch the dozen or so cloth bags that he had been equipped with that morning.

After confirming that the 20 ant nests that Cindy had collected were still there.

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued forward.

They passed through the imposing gate in turn.

We arrived at the castle's forecourt.

There used to be a garden here, but it has long since withered away.

In the center of the forecourt stands a statue of an Ancient One.

The statue's face is now blurred.

But below it is written the name of the Ancient One.

There are three rows of weapon racks on the western side of the forecourt.

Displayed on it were rows of fascinating weapons that shimmered with colorful lights!

"It's 'The Lion King's Wrath'!"

at this time.

Victor saw an ancient, Heavy Sword and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Roger and Emily's attention was also drawn to it.

Of these three.

Victor's knowledge was clearly the most extensive.

He could identify all the top-quality weapons on the shelf as if they were his own.

After listening to his introduction.

Roger then realized that the weapons here were all legendary, epic weapons from the Historical World!

Even the worst one.

Even if these were placed on the black market by psychics, they could cause a bloodbath! Not to mention there are so many of them here.

"You mean... we can choose freely?"

Victor looked at Motuo with disbelief.

The latter smiled calmly, "Each person can only choose one item."

"This is the Ancient One ' reward for your courage."

"Furthermore, these blessed weapons may be of great help to you at crucial moments."

Upon hearing this...

Victor fell silent instead.

He suddenly looked at Roger.

He didn't say anything.

"What a cunning old man."

Roger cursed inwardly.

We are all smart people.

He knew exactly what Victor was thinking.

Isn't it just that you don't want to be the one to stick your neck out?

Anyway, we're already here.

Roger wasn't going to keep it a secret any longer.

So he directly asked Victor what he wanted to ask but dared not:

"Can we not choose a weapon?"

These words were spoken.

Motuo looked slightly embarrassed.

He said with a serious expression:

"This is tradition."

"So all those who followed tradition died out."

Emily chimed in crisply, "Do the rules of the game state that you can't enter the castle without a weapon?"

Medog pondered for a moment and said, "It's possible, it's possible..."

"Then I don't want it!"

The three of them said in unison.

"..."

"Do as you please."

As he spoke.

Motuo walked away with a dark expression.

A moment later.

Next to the weapons rack.

"Shall we share our observations, Dr. Victor?"

Roger spoke first.

His meaning was very clear: if you want to back down, I'll stand up for you, but you have to pay a price, right?

Fortunately, Victor was a sensible person.

He decisively said:

"These weapons are projections of the spirit world."

"In other words, their true forms are now in the spirit world—which is actually quite reasonable, but the problem is that we can't communicate with the spirit world from here, so these weapons are very problematic."

"If something seems unusual, there must be something fishy about it."

"We'll see."

"What kind of good thing is it to give away blessed weapons before the final assessment? This is too fake."

Emily stated:

"I think these weapons are more like decoys."

"Of course, this is just my personal intuition."

"As of last night, my personal intuition was 100% accurate."

As he spoke.

She glanced at Roger almost imperceptibly.

The latter pretended not to see it.

Since both of them have expressed their opinions.

Roger then continued, following their lead:

Actually, I was mainly thinking about one thing—

"Why are they still using such an obvious trap repeatedly...?"

"The Castle Game has been going on for so many years, is it really that hard to update the methods of intrigue?"

Upon hearing this...

Victor said meaningfully, "Perhaps it's unnecessary."

"Maybe they're just too lazy to change it."

"Who knows what those in power are thinking? Maybe they think this is enough to have us cornered."

The three of them chatted briefly for a while longer.

Not long after.

Motuo appeared quietly behind the three of them.

"Time is up."

His voice was hoarse and deep.

at the same time.

Deep within the castle.

A series of bell tolled.

Medog used his cane to draw a rectangle as tall as a person on the dark gate leading from the front courtyard into the castle.

The next moment.

He lightly pushed open the door.

A dimly lit passageway appeared before them.

The passageway leads to an unknown place.

The dense darkness blocked all prying eyes.

"The treasure of the Ancient One is inside; you must enter alone."

"You guys discuss the order."

Who will go first?

Medog asked.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

The next second.

Roger pulled out the "Blasphemy Moon" and pointed it at Motuo's forehead, saying calmly, "You go first."

Looking at that dark, gaping gun barrel.

Instead of getting angry, Medog laughed, "How ignorant and arrogant..."

"I've put up with you for too long!"

"If you weren't truly the finest bait, you would have been torn to pieces long ago..."

Bang! Roger couldn't be bothered to listen to his rambling.

They opened fire immediately.

At that time.

The bullets from the Blasphemy Moon whistled past, grazing Motuo's forehead.

But not a drop of blood was splattered.

Instead, it stirred up thousands of illusory images!

"A bunch of rabble who don't even qualify Named One!"

"Who gave you the confidence to be so presumptuous in front of me?!"

A long-suppressed roar exploded from the sky above the front yard.

In an instant.

A shadow more than three meters long spreads and grows from beneath the "Ancient One Statue".

Finally, the statue was completely covered! "The Ancient One are nothing!"

"I am..."

"An immortal!"

The black shadow that Medog had transformed into writhed like the most terrifying demon! Its features were ferocious and twisted.

Its facial contours are covered with flamboyant tentacles and spikes.

"Now I'm giving you one last chance!"

"Just line up and get in; you might still escape with your life."

"Or..."

"Die!"

An unprecedented pressure descended like an avalanche.

Roger felt his inspiration had been intensely stimulated.

That moment.

His heart was pounding! (On the data panel.)

"Hint: You have encountered ' The Eternal Mo Tuo ' (Blade/Furnace/Time/Unknown)"

"Inspiration: You realize that the combat power of the immortals is above 6 stars."

"So, above the Ancient One are the Immortals..."

Roger nodded thoughtfully.

He immediately put down his pistol.

Raise your left hand.

He asked with a light laugh:

"Since you are an immortal, you shouldn't mind me interrupting your show-off time a little, right?"

The words fell.

He snapped his fingers lightly! In that instant.

Time Stop!

"Notification: You have used ' Psychic Art: Time'"

"Time Stop: Lasts 0.2 seconds, affects 216311 organisms (3 humans/1 long-lived being/216307 ants), reducing lifespan by approximately 50 days."

"Hint: Your lifespan in the Historical World has exceeded 5 years."

"The first seal is being opened..."

"The seal has been broken. Your combat power has increased to 6 stars. We are now in the process of historicizing your body..."

"Unsealing: You can select 1/10 of the available options from your list of feats, skills, and other abilities to be historicized and gain additional effects that fit this world."

"You can select 1/10 of the available options from your inventory to be historyd and gain additional effects that fit this world."

"You can..."

A flood of information flashed before Roger's eyes.

He randomly selected a bunch of items.

"Notification: You have restored 100% Magic Resistance."

"Historic effect: Your Psychic Art resistance is treated as 100%. Given your Forbidden Spell Resistance, you will ignore attacks below the Stack Master level."

"Notification: You have recovered 100% of your Fortitude, 20 points of Constitution, 25 points of Strength, and Power Authority."

"Historic Impact: Your health has reached a 9-star level!"

"You have become the first person in Historical World to achieve a 9-star health rating, marking a new milestone: ★★★★★★★★★"

"★★★★★★★★★: It's too long, it's too long, I won't be able to draw it any longer."

"Corresponding title: Long, straight black hair (Activates the passive aura 'Confusion' when equipped)"

"Storage items: You have retrieved the Red Moon, the Formless Sword, the Phoenix Mech, the Panlong Ring, the Cow Staff..."

0.2 seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the horrified gaze of the immortal.

A mech as tall as a city wall suddenly descended from the sky and crashed into the very center of the forecourt!

Crunch, crunch.

The mech has finished warming up.

The Vulcan Cannon, Kaleidoscope, and Ascending Dragon Sword in the weapon module were coldly pointed at him.

And to the right of Medog.

Standing there was a guy who looked exactly like Roger.

He held the Red Moon in his hand, his eyes lifeless.

They were staring at Motuo as if it were their prey.

Motuo subconsciously swallowed.

then.

He looked to his left—

However, there was nothing on his left.

Until the very last second before the Formless Sword was placed against his neck.

That's what he always thought.

"I'm not like you. I can understand why you act so confident in front of me."

"The immortals, you know..."

"It does sound quite intimidating."

In the front courtyard.

Roger stretched, his smile gradually fading.

"Now, you can go first, right?"

Medog was trembling all over.

He seemed stunned by the strange turn of events before him.

Until Roger stabbed him several times with the Formless Sword.

He finally cried out in pain!

"No, no, no..."

"This is impossible! This is impossible! How could you possess such power!"

Motuo murmured as if waking from a dream:

"You... you could it be that you..."

"Are you really Lord Vilan?"

Speaking of which...

As if he had found a lifeline, he suddenly screamed hysterically:

"I recognize this aura..."

"Is it really you who's back?"

"Don't kill me!"

"I wasn't the one who betrayed you back then!"

Roger frowned.

How could this guy mistake me for Vilan? His aura...

He couldn't help but glance at Emily beside him.

The latter looked extremely surprised.

"Could it be the scent of the child in her arms, or perhaps it's because I killed the remnant soul that day?"

This thought came to mind.

Roger decided to play along.

He asked in a nonchalant tone, "Oh?"

"Then tell me, which disciple betrayed me?"

It's on a relief sculpture in a corner of the castle's forecourt.

The sculpture depicts a dining scene of "Vilan and his seven disciples".

Roger's gaze thus fell upon those figures.

The next second.

But Motuo answered hesitantly:

"This..."

"Shouldn't you be asking—which disciple didn't betray you?"

Huh? I heard that.

Roger was dumbfounded.

Six thousand six hundred! There will be more tonight! But it might be past 10 pm! Monthly tickets, let's go!