Intimacy

Not long after arriving in Gotham, Kara's other abilities began to manifest.

For example, Super Breath, and the Super Vision that had just recently appeared.

At first, seeing anyone made her instinctively nauseous.

Because everyone in her eyes was reduced to nothing but bones, muscles, blood vessels, and veins.

Just listening to Kara describe that feeling made Li Ang uncomfortable.

The skin that humans treasured most had lost all meaning in her sight—everyone was so 'naked.'

And this was something that could drive anyone insane, yet it happened to a thirteen-year-old little girl.

She locked herself in her room; it didn't help at all, but at least it gave her psychological comfort.

Kara toughed it out, and now she could barely control it.

Maybe because she was still young, these abilities appeared gradually instead of all at once—otherwise, Kara would definitely be crazy by now.

"Godfather!"

Kara shook Li Ang's arm, acting like she was begging, but her words were merciless: "According to what I learned in school, this is child abuse!"

"You can't make a kid eat noodles three meals a day!"

"If this were Krypton, you'd be locked up in the Phantom Zone Prison!"

As an outsider with childhood memories, Kara undoubtedly missed her time on Krypton.

So she told Li Ang a lot of interesting stories about Krypton.

Giving him quite a bit of understanding about it.

Of course, the last sentence was definitely an exaggeration.

But Li Ang still surrendered: "Alright, let's order a pizza."

"Yay!"

The blonde girl cheered and hugged Li Ang tightly.

"Ow!"

Li Ang winced in pain: "Honey, you're going to break me in half."

Kara chuckled sheepishly and let go of Li Ang, sticking out her tongue: "Godfather, I didn't mean to."

Humans were just too fragile, and so were the things they made.

When she first got her strength, she'd crush anything with just a little too much force.

"Alright, go do your homework."

Li Ang patted her head, and it sounded like knocking on an Iron Head Kid.

Gotham City High School, despite being named after Gotham, wasn't that great of a school—far worse than a prestigious school like Lois Memorial School.

But the latter was an aristocratic school, and Li Ang didn't have the means to send Kara there.

So Kara was receiving a Happy Education, where studying was entirely up to her own initiative.

But for a Kryptonian girl with a Super Brain...

Was learning really that hard?

So, Li Ang just made a call and ordered pizza from an Indian-run restaurant on the next street, only to see Kara already distracted.

Li Ang didn't bother to interfere. After this period of getting along, he'd gained some experience in raising a kid.

The more he forced Kara, the less she listened.

So it was better to just let things take their course.

Li Ang sat on the sofa, uninterested in what was on TV, and opened his own System Panel.

Code
[Name: Li Ang.]
[Goddaughter: Kara Zor-El (Intimacy 49).]
[Abilities: None (Intimacy reaching 50 allows one draw of the goddaughter's abilities, reaching 80 allows a second draw, reaching 100 allows a third draw).]

Very simple, but also very powerful.

Powerful because his goddaughter was named Kara—Supergirl!

After nearly half a year of getting along, Kara had gone from distrusting him at the start to having her Intimacy nearly halfway—it wasn't easy.

Maybe because she had experienced the destruction of her homeworld, Kara was more wary, gloomy, and sorrowful than the average kid.

Getting into her heart was very difficult.

And the reason Li Ang took good care of her wasn't just for the reward.

He saw responsibility in Kara.

This was Supergirl—if she were adopted by a bad person and fed evil, chaotic Values, what would this world become?

So, the moment he saw her, Li Ang felt his responsibility: to give her a proper worldview, to let her grow up healthy and happy.

At the very least, so she wouldn't become a villain who stops at nothing when she grew up.

Li Ang knew all too well how terrifying Homelander was.

And Kara was a true Kryptonian—she could become humanity's Ancestor Man.

About half an hour later, the pizza finally arrived.

This was just from the next street over.

If it were farther, Li Ang doubted whether it could even be delivered at all.

The delivery was handled by someone the restaurant arranged—a simple, honest-looking Indian man with dark skin, clearly someone who had crossed over illegally.

Li Ang gave a tip of about fifteen percent, then carried the pizza over and called out, "Kara, come out for dinner."

"Coming!"

Listless Kara had already been perking up her ears. The moment she heard Li Ang call, she immediately dropped her pen and finally relaxed her furrowed brow.

Li Ang had no interest in pizza as a food, but his cooking skills were too poor—no, before meeting Kara, he had no cooking skills at all.

Back before he crossed over, in the Heavenly Dynasty where food delivery was so developed, he firmly believed that 'a gentleman stays far from the kitchen.'

So, the most he could do was make instant noodles—he couldn't even boil them!

Boiling noodles was a life skill he'd only learned recently, and then Kara had mocked him for it.

If it weren't for having a 'kid,' Li Ang would never have done something he'd previously thought was absolutely beneath him.

To him, cooking felt like wasting life.

"Go wash your hands."

Li Ang patted Kara's small hand.

Kara shrank her hand back a little. Though it didn't hurt, it seemed to have become a habit.

She hurried over to rinse her hands under cold water, rubbed them together carelessly, then took a deep breath and blew on her own small hand.

"Whoosh!"

"KARA!"

Li Ang's roar followed immediately.

The windows rattled and banged along with it, because that single 'hurricane' breath had sent them wildly shaking.

Kara immediately tucked in her neck and proactively admitted her mistake: "I didn't think it would be such a big wind. I just wanted to dry them. Godfather, can you hit me lightly?"

Though Kara's attitude wasn't the least bit sincere, Li Ang's anger still subsided at the sight of her.

He could only say, with endless patience, "Until you can control your powers, don't use them!"

"Besides, it's not like I can actually hurt you when I hit you."

Li Ang had already given up on smacking her hand, because it hurt him more.

Unless Li Ang was holding Kryptonite, there was no way he could make Kara feel pain.

"Hehe."

Though Kara was mature for her age, she was still just a little girl in her early teens, her emotions flipping like pages in a book.

She sat down at the table, and her 'dried' hands immediately reached out to tear off a slice of pizza.

Li Ang had no interest in pizza—especially during the first few days after crossing over, when he'd eaten 'white people food' for days straight. He felt like his body was about to break down.

So he'd rather learn to cook himself than eat white people food anymore.

It was just that he had no talent for it. After all this time learning, he could still only boil noodles!