Act.Zero Wham Rap: Mr. Mighty

Foreword:

Intelligent people have to get themselves drunk so they can spend time with fools.

--Ernest Miller Hemingway

[Part 1: That Blue Man]

Jiang Xueming's four children sat in front of the sofa, looking at pictures and identifying objects.

They were only six years old. Bai Ziqing's mother waved her pointer in a friendly and kind manner, pointing to the objects on the small blackboard and asking in a gentle voice.

What is CIRAS?

Among the siblings, Jiang Bai, the bravest and most curious, raised his chubby arm.

"It's food!"

"You fucking eat bulletproof plates, huh?!" Xiao Qi slapped herself in the face, unable to bring herself to hit her eldest son. She rolled her eyes at Erbao and Sanbao.

Do you know?

Jiang Zhengyang, the second young master, thought for a moment, and when he saw his mother's fierce and ruthless expression, he was terrified.

The third young Bai Zhenzhen, stayed close to his younger sister. His two older brothers remained silent, as did he.

Finally, Jiang Zheng spoke up.

"--Mom! It's an integrated, fast, combat, and escape protection system!"

"Nice!" 9527 clenched her little fist to cheer on her daughter. "Beautiful! Well done!"

The second young master's face showed a look of regret and self-blame, as if he had fallen behind and failed to win in front of his mother. He had only hesitated for a moment, and his limelight was immediately stolen by his younger sister, Zheng'er.

In contrast, the eldest brother and the third brother both had smiling faces, happy for their clever sister, which made Zheng Yang even more gloomy—this child was very much like Xue Ming when silent, but only his demeanor was very similar to his father's; that rational way of thinking was something that could not be learned.

When Xiao Qi saw that Erbao was unhappy, she immediately changed the illustration to one from a preschool education book.

"And what is this? FAST! Zhengyang, you tell me!"

"It's a FAST helmet!" Zheng Yang immediately shouted. "It can be equipped with supplementary lighting! A recorder! Night vision goggles! That's amazing!"

Xiao Qi immediately dropped the pointer, hugged Erbao tightly, and kept kissing him. "My baby! You're the smartest! The smartest, the very smartest!"

"Hehehe," Zheng Yang's melancholy vanished instantly, but his eyes still couldn't help glancing towards Jiang Zheng.

He could see his younger sister's expression, which, like his father's, was profound and filled him with both envy and admiration.

All he knew was that his father rarely spoke, and when he did, it was always heavy and carried an unsettling weight. He longed to possess that same power, so he always wore a stern face, eager to grow up quickly. He learned the mannerisms, but he didn't understand why he had to do them.

Jiang Bai, the eldest son, went up to his mother. Although he hadn't answered a single question correctly, this eldest son knew how to be charming.

"I want one too! I want one too!"

So Bai Ziqing put down her second son and hugged her eldest son, kissing him several times.

Immediately afterward, the third brother stood up along with his eldest brother. "Mom! Me! Me!"

Bai Ziqing was almost delirious with happiness.

"Don't worry, don't worry! We have them all!"

Finally, it was Zheng'er's turn. She saw that all her brothers had already hugged her, and when her mother was about to approach, she stood up without saying a word, didn't want her mother to bend over, and took the initiative to snuggle into her seventh brother's arms.

Bai Ziqing re-examined the four siblings, pursed her lips, put her hands on her hips, and asked loudly.

Who is your favorite?!

Suddenly, the kids went wild, starting to talk about all sorts of people, from Time magazine to People magazine, from above ground to underground.

Bai Ziqing: "Stop, stop! One at a time! Little Bai, you start!"

"I love Uncle Meteor!" Jiang Bai's eyes widened, and her little hands clenched into fists. "And Big Sister too! They're super brave!"

9527 scratched his head, feeling like something was off.

"Uh, anything else?"

Jiang Bai immediately said, "No! Mom! When is Uncle Meteor getting married?"

9527: "Da Bao? Why are you asking this?"

Jiang Bai: "Didn't our family have an arranged marriage with Uncle Meteor's family? If he doesn't get married soon, my future wife will be way too much older than me! I'll have to change her diapers! Things are getting worse!"

When 9527 raised his hand to strike, the young master covered his face in defense, almost as a conditioned reflex.

"Where did you learn all this?! You're only six years old!"

Jiang Bai squinted, raised his leg to protect his groin, and covered his head and face in a very professional stance, as if he had been beaten quite a few times.

"Uncle Hasben told me!"

9527 shouted sternly, "Sit down!"

Jiang Bai obediently sat back down. He seemed to have inexhaustible energy. He climbed over to his second brother's side and put his arm around his brother's shoulder, as if he were holding the "little girlfriend" he had imagined in his mind, as if he were rehearsing his future stories of picking up girls.

9527 then asked Jiang Zhengyang, "Erbao! What about you? Who do you like the most?"

"I," the second young master, stood there dumbfounded. All that youthful air about me vanished, replaced by confusion and hesitation.

He originally wanted to say his father's name, Jiang Xueming.

But there was a sense of resentment, an inexplicable resentment—the siblings weighed a total of 25 pounds at birth, and each had at least 20 pounds of rebellious spirit; they were all little ones with distinct and eccentric personalities.

"I like my aunt."

9527 was so happy he practically snotted. "You like the Big Sister too?"

"Hmm," the second young master nodded meekly.

In the little one's mind, the Big Sister should be considered the father's older sister, Bailu is their aunt, so the Big Sister is the aunt.

9527 burst into laughter. "Hahahahahaha!"

The babies didn't know what their mother was laughing about. The eldest brother, imitating his mother's scolding manner, gently tapped his younger brother's forehead with his Thumb.

"You have to call her Big Sister! Not Auntie!"

"I'll shout!" The second young master pouted, and after being glared at by his elder brother, he was about to cry.

"No fighting!" Xiao Qi grinned, telling the two little ones to continue being friends, arms around each other's shoulders. "Whoever fights has to sleep with Daddy tonight!"

Upon hearing this, the two brothers immediately fell silent, as if sleeping in the same bed as their father was torture.

Jiang Xueming can control his own sleep time, but these children can't.

The babies' sleep patterns are inconsistent, and they often wake up at night. Xue Ming can wake up immediately at the slightest noise, follow the children to the toilet, and then silently carry the baby back to bed.

You can probably imagine the terrifying scene: the child has just woken up in the middle of the night and sees their father, with eyes wide like a black cat detective, already sitting on the edge of the bed. He doesn't like to talk, just looks at you with a half-smile, and then he starts to change your diaper.

In conclusion, sleeping in the same room as Xue Ming's father has a significant impact on the children's mental state.

Xiao Qi came to the Third Young Master again, squatted down, and looked him in the eye.

"Sanbao, who do you like the most?"

Bai Zhenzhen answered without hesitation, "I love my mom the most! And myself!"

9527's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter. "Oh my! I haven't spoiled you for nothing!"

Bai Zhenzhen continued, "If my aunt asks me, I'll love my aunt! If my dad asks me, I'll love my dad!"

"No." 9527's smile vanished in an instant, "Couldn't you have waited until I left before saying the rest?"

Bai Zhenzhen shook her head and said righteously, "Dad said we shouldn't lie! We shouldn't hide the truth from our closest and dearest people! Mom!"

Xiao Qi touched Sanzi's hair. His black and shiny hair was her favorite, and it was the hair that she would eventually pluck bald from among her brothers.

"Zheng'er, what about you?"

Jiang Zheng sat next to her third brother, playing with her fingers. When she heard her mother calling her, she turned her head and looked over, her little braids swaying in the breeze.

There are so many!

Xiao Qi: "A lot?"

Jiang Zheng: "My favorites, I have so many favorites, can I tell you all of them?"

Xiao Qi: "Only one or two! I think I only have one favorite!"

Jiang Zheng inexplicably started to feel sad, and tears were about to fall.

"Mom! Can't I like a lot of people? It's so hard to choose! I want them all! Do I have to throw away the ones I don't like that much? That won't do! That fucking can't be!"

"Don't swear!" Xiao Qi was amused by her youngest daughter's unrestrained use of profanity. "Who taught you that?! You don't learn anything good, you just learn to swear like a bastard!"

The three brothers turned their heads at the same time and stared intently at their mother.

Xiao Qi lowered her head, her voice becoming even softer. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll try my best to restrain myself."

Jiang Zheng frowned and thought for a moment before finally speaking.

I love my dad.

Bai Ziqing looked at her daughter with interest and an ambiguous expression. "Why?"

"Because the good cat said something!" Jiang Zheng immediately perked up. "The BOSS said that Dad defeated so many bad guys! If we're going to reward them for their contributions, our family tree should start with him! So, does that mean I'm on the second line of the family tree?"

Xiao Qi was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so she just kept laughing awkwardly, "Hehehe, my husband has really made the family proud."

Right now, at this very moment.

Jiang Xueming stepped over the threshold and strode towards the workshop, carrying a box of tools. He saw his wife teaching the children, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, a sign of happiness. But when he saw the carrying equipment and the MOLLE system on the blackboard, it was as if time had reversed. He turned back the way he came, retreating into the room like a robot.

"Bai Ziqing"

Upon hearing Xue Ming's reprimand, 9527 immediately raised his hands as a reflex.

"No, no, no! I was wrong! I was wrong! I shouldn't have taught them to recognize armor!"

Jiang Xueming said righteously, "I didn't blame you, darling, I didn't blame you."

The head of the household put down his tools and quickly went to the blackboard.

"Teach them something else! Modern warfare is about information and unmanned operations—what's the point of educating them about light infantry equipment? In another ten years or so, these military products will probably be obsolete, and the form of combat will evolve from close-quarters combat to non-contact combat. This evolution is happening very quickly."

9527: "Huh?"

Jiang Xueming said confidently, "If you want to teach them some knowledge, why not let them fly drones? Or driverless mud trucks?"

The eldest son said, "No dump trucks!"

The second young master said, "I want a dump truck!"

The third young master chimed in, "I can't step on the gas! Dad! This is good! This is good!"

Xue Ming tilted his head, revealing a smile to his three sons. He didn't try to correct them on what they liked or disliked; he simply quietly savored every moment.

Jiang Zheng didn't speak. Ever since her father walked in, her eyes had been blinking, full of anticipation for her to say something to her father, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

Xue Ming took off his coat, cleaned the grease off his hands, and came back to hug each of the children one by one, finally holding Xiao Qi in his arms.

[Part ② - Come and fight me!]

Xiao Qi immediately became alert, her eyes turning sharp. "Are you going on a long trip?"

Xue Ming Xiao Qi by the waist and led her out the door, her voice becoming softer.

"Right."

Xiao Qi: "Where to?"

Xue Ming: "The boss said it must be kept secret; it's a matter of great importance."

Xiao Qi: "Then should I go ask myself?"

Xue Ming: "It's related to meteors; we're going to an unknown area of the Pacific Rim."

Xiao Qi: "Can I come with you?"

Xue Ming shook his head and remained silent.

Xiao Qi: "Is it dangerous?"

Xue Ming pursed his lips, nodded, his expression somewhat comical and helpless.

Xiao Qi: "Who else but you?"

Xue Ming: "The Meteor's Servant."

Xiao Qi didn't say much, her face showing a worried expression, but she composed herself in a few breaths.

"I'm at home taking care of the babies?"

Xue Ming clasped his hands together, overflowing with gratitude. "You are the most wonderful wife in the entire universe, the entire galaxy, and the entire Earth."

After briefly explaining the mission, Xue Ming climbed to the second floor, greeted the guests, and went straight to the storeroom, pulling out a large box.

The box was covered in dust and hadn't been touched for months. Inside were the Hunting Goddess and Jingguang, one long and one short gun.

After checking the condition of the firearms, he took the Flash Butterfly Armor costume from the display case at the bar's front desk and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the area outside the door was already packed with people, including not only anonymous individuals, but also former soldiers, hired informants, and numerous military, police, and militia members.

When Xue Ming went to retrieve his equipment, people already realized that this renowned VIP was about to don his armor and return to the front lines.

This put Xue Ming in a very difficult position.

--When the BOSS received Luo Ping'an's reply, he explicitly warned Xue Ming not to spread the news about Shinto City.

That was technology ahead of its time. Those nanomachines, like the Vita Imprint, had an extremely strong ability to spread. As long as people were in the land of Shinto City, they would naturally install VENOM machines.

People with ulterior motives will certainly exploit this power, or be exploited by it.

Jiang Xueming turned around 180 degrees and returned all the equipment to the counter and sent it to the warehouse. He didn't shave, put his fisherman's outfit back on, picked up his fishing rod, and headed to the fishpond.

The guests outside returned to their seats, and Xue Ming's awkward smile finally disappeared.

He turned into a cold piece of steel again, following the schedule. After the long day shift ended, the shop assistants prepared to go home. After settling his wife and children, he sneaked into the power distribution channel on the platform and changed into a scavenger's clothes.

Xue Ming sighed inwardly, no wonder the nameless people never wanted to show their faces. Once there were many people, many followers and friends, simple things became complicated when dealing with such extremely dangerous tasks.

Now he has to disguise himself and put on makeup before going out. At the slightest sign of trouble, a long line of enthusiastic people immediately follow him, afraid of missing out on the first scoop of the gossip.

A black plastic raincoat, a pair of military boots, and a survival knife.

This was all of Xue Ming's equipment. He walked out along the railway bridge of the Nine Realms Platform, heading northeast. He met the commander of the Frost Moon Knights at a maintenance passage, then boarded an armed train to the front lines.

Inside the [Extreme Bliss Space] of Shinto City.

After a long and arduous training session, Bu Liuxing's VR combat training has come to an end.

He stood in the center of the room, and elevators rose simultaneously from all four corners. As a typical person of Shinto City, as a standard combatant—the Executioner—came once again to take his life.

Shimura Chidō sat on the crane arm, observing the battle from above. He still couldn't understand how this kid could become so powerful in just one day.

--Perhaps it's related to the spiritual energy within Bu Liuxing; has he already possessed Soul Might?

Old Master Qian Tang made this guess, but he wasn't sure, because he couldn't see through the changes happening to Meteor at all.

Ever since A Xing defeated two executioners with his bare hands, his demands have become increasingly outrageous, including wanting to fight three or even four opponents at once.

Just over ten hours earlier, this young man had been beaten senseless and beaten to a pulp by the executioners.

There's only one explanation: [breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly]! Bu Liuxing must have awakened his soul's power!

But what is his soul power?

What form will it take? What will be its specific effects?

Shimura Chidō couldn't see anything amiss.

From the start to the end of the battle, the old man heard the intense wind howling in the arena, and the trajectories of human figures and spirits moving at high speed, their steps intertwined.

"What is that?"

The standard hypothetical enemy on the field should be used for basic tactical coordination, and an offensive plan should be devised.

The two executioners attacked the meteor from both sides. The crimson rhinoceros beetle spread its arms, and a surge of psychic energy emitted a clear, sharp cry, like a humanoid butterfly fluttering its wings—

--The fierce strikes from the spirit's arm were like cannonballs fired from a gun!

Its stats are outrageous, easily rivaling those of monster characters like [Drunken Madness] or [Fragrant Dream]!

The spirit can confront the execution sword head-on, and even after the first strike takes effect—

--Ishimura Shimura Chidō witnessed an unbelievable scene.

Bu Liuxing called out the spirit's true name loudly.

"[Mr. Wei Meng Rap]!!!--"

Originally, the two executioners were positioned one in front of the other, pouncing on A Xing's face and back.

The spirit knocked the enemy's weapon aside, but Meteor didn't care at all about the greatsword slashing down from behind at the same time.

The decapitation sword slammed into A Xing's head, but as if drawn by some inexplicable force, the extremely hard blade transformed into a flexible spring, striking empty air!

Shimura Chidō exclaimed in surprise in his native language, "Nani?!"

The old man quickly retrieved the backend data and mistakenly thought that there was a bug in the VR training program he had set up.

Why? How could this kid catch the enemy's attack with the back of his head?

What on earth is going on?! It seems...

"Now it's just you and me! We'll fight one-on-one!" Meteor raised his fists and shouted at the enemy in front of him, revealing a hearty smile, "One against one! You fight me! You have to fight me!"

The remaining two enemy soldiers further away immediately unlocked their firearms.

--A beam of intense energy bursts forth from the execution sword, releasing VENOM's energy completely without reservation; the plasma is fired from a railgun under strong magnetic confinement.

The meteor didn't even flinch.

Two bright beams of energy, drawn by an inexplicable force, grazed his face like light reflecting off a mirror. The high-temperature, high-energy airflow was like a knife, leaving two terrifying scars on his face, but without causing any damage.

Shimura Chidō was so surprised he couldn't speak.

At the very moment the meteor defended against long-range fire—he did indeed see it, clearly saw the meteor's spirit form.

A crimson spirit named [Wham Mr. Wei Meng] has always been around Meteor, wholeheartedly protecting his physical body.

This strange spirit was unable to cause any damage; apart from the punch it delivered to the execution sword, it made no other proactive offensive moves.

The target who was attacked was not injured, and there wasn't even a scratch on the execution sword!

This little guy's soul power has almost zero destructive force.

--A very strange scene unfolded.

In the distance, two enemies who had just exhausted their energy were still preparing their VNEOM machines.

A Xing was relentlessly pursuing an enemy when another executioner, who had come to his rescue, swung his greatsword at him—but the swordplay guided by the Artificial Intelligence completely missed its mark.

What seemed like an intense one-against-four battle now appeared somewhat comical to Shimura Chidō, like a teammate chasing after a rescuer who couldn't help at all, swinging his sword like a drunkard but unable to hit A Xing no matter what.

The other two enemies regrouped and surrounded Meteor again, their weapons becoming unresponsive. The vibrant spirit flashed by, and the murmur of a rhinoceros beetle flapping its wings could be heard.

[So, so that's how it is? Your spirit actually has this kind of ability? Hahahaha! Hahahaha!]

The raging hurricane nearly blew the three rescuers away, their operational strategy seemingly malfunctioning.

Suddenly, one of the people activated a high-frequency weapon mode with his greatsword, heading towards the target in A Xing's eyes—to turn the meteor into Tanghulu with his teammates!

Qian Tang: "Watch out!"

Before Grandfather Ishimura could finish speaking, a crimson phantom emerged from the meteor's back and struck the gleaming blade with incredible speed.

Mr. Wei Meng remained unmoved, while a violent burst of flames erupted in the air, leaving A Xing and his target unharmed.

It won't attack proactively! It can't inflict any real damage on the enemy.

The enemy soldier who came to launch a sneak attack slashed down with his sword. The plasma of the high-frequency weapon went out of control and overloaded in an instant, turning into a soft stream of fluid that floated crookedly into the air, but the weapon was not damaged at all.

A Xing's battle with his main target is nearing its end.

He strolled around unarmed, memorizing Hot Wind Boy's physical data.

Finally, he dived down, grabbed the enemy, and closed in like a tiger unleashed from its cage. He then lifted the enemy up and slammed him with a bomb, causing the entire training ground to tremble!

The VENOM organization's nano-armor gradually dissipated from the unfortunate man's body, and a crimson phantom emerged from the mist, its fist slamming solidly into the face of another executioner.

[But it's doing everything it can to protect you, to protect your primary target, Bu Liuxing! You're the biggest arrogance in the world! The biggest idiot in the world! Your soul power is actually this kind of thing, before your duel is even decided.]

Other factors are unlikely to interfere with this sacred [christening]! Young man! Your courage and determination ignite my passion!

Before the enemy could react, there was no wound on the alloy chin, not even a scratch on the skin.

"You're next!"

Meteor brushed aside the dust and spoke to the next enemy.

"Come and fight me!"