EP3: Sweet Child O' Mine
Foreword:
The source of happiness lies within ourselves, not in external factors.
Leo Tolstoy | War and Peace
[Part 1: Let's go! Keep moving forward!]
"Cocoa Cocoa Cocoa, is that okay?! Really okay?"
Mrs. Clare watched her son nervously on the operating table. In this medical surgery demonstrating the power of the little finger, not only was the Hand of Omnipotence involved, but also the Ming De came to help, in order to gather the turbulent hearts of the people in Forty-One District amidst the rampant rumors.
This lonely and helpless mother has already lost her husband, even though he wasn't worth much. Even if we take a step back, there are still memories of the past. So all the beautiful memories have turned into pain. If she were to lose another child, she would find no meaning in life.
The open-air surgery lasted for more than four hours. Ming De, as the guardian of the brave, stayed by the little finger's side the whole time, protecting the doctor.
As the ice slowly melted, six-year-old Little Barton's stiff body gradually softened, becoming like a lump of sticky mud, and under [B·Side]'s control, transformed into a little girl.
The child's body tissues were severely damaged; every brain cell had died once, including the central nervous system, which had long since entered a state of brain death.
But you must know that in this psionic world full of miracles and magic, you must believe that you can find happiness!
When the shattered spirit of the little finger cut through Little Barton's flesh, White Lady's artifact, as a universal element, transformed the child back into a boy. The long wait nearly drove Klee mad.
At first, she was puzzled as to why her child, which she had clearly given birth to a boy, turned out to be a girl, but then she thought that being a girl wasn't so bad after all.
--Then the hair and fluid on the operating table terrified her to the point of losing her mind, and then she saw her son finally return from hell. It was an overwhelming euphoric orgasm. She was amazed by the nameless man's psychic abilities --frostbite is the most difficult injury to treat in the underworld. The Universal Elixir is difficult to enter the body due to the blockage of ice, and the blood is also frozen, making it impossible to deliver the medicine to the injured area.
The products made by White Lady will become inactive due to low temperatures. To heal this kind of injury, the affected area must be heated with intense heat and then a second treatment must be performed.
Until Little Barton blinked and scrambled to his feet in terror, he became wary of his mother as if she were a stranger.
"What's going on?" Mrs. Clare stood there, stunned, looking at the pinky finger doctor beside the operating table.
The little finger carefully explained, "Mrs. Clare, I'm sorry, but you may have to give this child a new name."
Mrs. Clare: "A new name? What does that mean?"
"I have treated countless brain-dead, vegetative patients," Little Finger explained. "I can use the power of B·Side to bring them back to life Universal Elixir can fix. But when the patients wake up, the structure of their brains is completely Heaven and Earth Turning."
She spoke to Mrs. Feng Jiali, disguised as Feng Jiali, trying to get the mother to accept the fact.
"Your child has come back to life, but he is not the same person anymore."
"His brain cells all died during the flash freezing process, and many neural synapses were severed. The human brain is extremely complex."
"Tens of thousands of neural synapses interact every second, and these connections constitute thought and personality."
"The cerebral cortex is where long-term memories are stored. Little Barton probably doesn't remember many things now. It's like his brain was damaged by a bullet. Even with Universal Elixir, it would take a very, very long time to recover. It's permanent memory damage."
"He's like a newborn baby right now."
At this point, Little Barton on the operating table suddenly coughed a few times, then began to cry. He needed to breathe heavily and readjust to his new body.
The little finger said, "I don't remember anything."
Mrs. Clare stared blankly, her expression dazed, unsure of what to do.
At this moment, Ming De jumped onto his mother's shoulder.
"Clerry Barton, I have a task for you."
Klee was flattered, feeling the soft, warm pads on her shoulders and the furry touch near her ears.
"Huh? Boss?"
Ming De: "Are you willing to raise this child? The blood of Griffin Barton, that man-eating monster, flows in his veins—but life itself is innocent, and I am not some cruel feudal monarch who has never had the habit of executing nine generations of a family."
"Of course! Of course!" Claire immediately burst into tears, "I don't want to give him up! He's my baby!"
Ming De: "Your file is in the archives, and to my surprise, there doesn't seem to be much of a record about you, a young girl."
The jet-black Little Kitty licked its front paws, its pink tongue rubbing between its toes, and mumbled indistinctly.
"The burglar was sent to the Police Department's detention center for burglary."
"Later, I went to rob someone, but ended up robbing a scavenger. Not only did I give him two thousand yuan for travel expenses because he was so pitiful, but he also reported me and took the reward money."
"You went to HSBC and used counterfeit money. The lobby manager caught you both red-handed. You were both imprisoned for another four months."
"When you were in labor camp, you were digging a tunnel to try to escape. The cell boss saw you digging a new sewer in the women's prison on the monitor, and as a result, your sentence was extended by six months. You were then recognized as an advanced labor representative."
"You spent your youth with Griffin Button, so it must be hard for you to let go of that relationship."
Even if he has changed his heart, has come to see you as food, and has already passed away.
Mrs. Clare wiped away her tears and hugged the dirty Little Barton tightly in her arms.
--Every baby is born with this, covered in the mother's blood and flesh.
"What exactly are you trying to say, Boss?"
Ming De: "I cordially invite Claire Barton to become a waitress at the station, numbered 55,111, to be Mali Pero's waitress."
"Please, please, please?" Mrs. Clare stammered again. "I'm a criminal! I once plotted to kill General of Tears!"
Ming De curled his lip. "There are plenty of people who want to kill him, one more won't make a difference."
Meteor was in the hotel, sharing a room with 3301.
"Oh!~ Oh!~ Oh oh oh!~"
He held up a vase, letting out strange cries, and, taking advantage of his large hands, stood the vase upright in his palm.
When the vase tipped to one side, he immediately used his excellent sense of balance to right it, manipulating the heavy vase with just one hand.
Teacher San San sat on the bed, hugging her knees. "What's wrong with you?"
"When I have kids, I'll play like this! I'll let the baby stand on my hand!" Meteor said excitedly, "Hehe!"
3301's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he became filled with murderous intent.
"Why?" Mrs. Clare asked, puzzled. "Why should I take care of Mali Pero? He's supposed to be a serious criminal."
Ming De never misjudges people; the Polarized Sextant is its eye, working alongside the artificial moon at the Nine Realms Platform to discern the comings and goings of all living beings.
"This kid spent the first half of his life fighting against a powerful patriarchal system, but people always need to find a father, or become a reliable father, just like the ecosystem of most teams in the Moon God Cup, where they either find a powerful father or become one."
It extended its sharp claws and pointed them at Claire's nose.
"You are a great candidate. You are five years younger than Mali Pero, an experienced, naive, and playful criminal, an older sister figure who can fill the void of maternal love, and his navigator."
"Your child also needs a role model. You are both blood donors and share the same diet. I believe the upcoming trip to Hedland, and the days spent serving time in the grand hotel, won't be too lonely."
Mrs. Clare had heard about the environment in Hedland; serious offenders with special circumstances were sent there to serve their sentences, and parents with families who didn't deserve to die had to bring their children along for community rehabilitation.
Ming De said with a smile--
"--As for the compatibility of your two elemental qualities, I won't discuss that for now."
It always likes to maintain that mysterious sense of ritual, like a wicked cat full of mischief.
"Regarding the intelligence in Pellegrini's mind." Wood Plark approached Jiang Xueming. This cunning and resourceful old fox, who held multiple positions, sat by the hospital bedside, dismissing the gunsmith's family and friends, wanting to discuss this sensitive topic privately.
"There are a lot of interesting things," Wood said.
Jiang Xueming: "What can I know? What is it inconvenient for me to know? Tell me clearly."
Wood brought over a thermos containing Worry-forgetting Tea, intending to recharge Jiang Xueming's psionic skills.
"They simply call the Immortals Alliance 'The Alliance'—no cumbersome senatorial structure, no leader. Just a simple membership system, much like your Anonymous organization, a secret society in the form of a club."
"These immortal beings, hidden in the anonymity of human history, help and support each other's businesses, accumulating wealth and power to help them overcome one difficulty after another. They strive to ensure that every member can live a long, continuous, and stable life."
"But this is based on the human flesh trade, and on the divine power of the Madness Butterfly."
"They believe that the various sects derived from the Madness Butterfly are very useful tools for making money. The wealth can continuously generate the resources needed for survival, provide excellent living conditions, and build a powerful mercenary team to protect themselves."
"For them, Ming De is a dangerous and unstable factor. If they leave Ming De's railway, the Immortals will have to survive in the dangerous wilderness. Some members who are not afraid of the sunlight will choose to go to the mortal world—but this will not last long."
"Any wealthy person in the world is under close surveillance by state power, including those from the Tian Shu, Feng Mao, and the CIA's TRG. These special forces targeting spirits are constantly monitoring any anomalies in the human world. Immortals will soon be exposed to the intelligence censorship systems of the information age."
"The good news is, this time we've caught the smartest one in the Immortals Alliance —he's good at spreading heresy, recruiting followers, and manipulating troops. The good thing is, there aren't many capable cultists left for him to command in this era, all thanks to you, Gunsmith Kid."
Jiang Xueming: "Anything else?"
Wood continued—
"--Your next mission is to go to Shambhala."
"The remaining Immortals are almost all hiding there. Their territory spans over 1,300 kilometers. In that wondrous, outdated land, you will find true feudal dynasties and medieval kingdoms."
"If you want to completely eradicate these high-risk targets, you have to personally cross the Pompeii Sea and see that new world on the other side."
"That's Kiribati, the center of the Pacific Ocean in the mortal world, 20,000 meters below these islands—also the most prosperous place in Shambhala."
Jiang Xueming: "What would you do?"
Wood: "I'll take care of it."
Jiang Xueming: "Just watching?"
Wood: "Okay, I'll go with you and be your guide—it'll be like going back to my hometown."
Jiang Xueming: "Anything else? The rest?"
"Regarding that Dagda's Cauldron," Wood paused, then nervously described, "It is indeed real, not just a legend."
"The wishing cup is actually real?!" Even the usually calm Jiang Xueming found it unbelievable. "Who would believe this if I told them?"
Wood Plark pursed his lips and shrugged indifferently.
"Ming De did indeed obtain the Dagda's Cauldron, the legendary sacred artifact of abundance. In ancient times, when minecarts were still run on wooden tracks in the underground world, in a strange era filled with legends of dragons and dwarves—when people lived in caves, without the protection of sunlight, their bodies were underdeveloped, and in an environment teeming with mountain monsters and monstrous beasts, the average lifespan was only thirty-five years. In that era, Homo sapiens were dwarves."
"Ming De somehow acquired this abundant sacred artifact and made a wish upon it."
"Pellegrini was one of the witnesses in the wishing ceremony; he personally witnessed the release of this great power of the wish."
"What Ming De demanded of this Holy Grail was both simple and complex—"
"--It hopes that everyone in the world can be happy, joyful, and healthy."
Jiang Xueming found it utterly unbelievable. "And then?"
"Did the wish come true?" Wood Plark shook his head. "I don't know. Pellegrini's memoirs don't make it clear either. Nothing happened. The golden Holy Grail just lost its color and turned to stone. The twelve sapphires shattered in an instant, as if it had lost all its spiritual power."
"Pellegrini has always believed that the Holy Grail is real, but Ming De's wish was too outrageous. Even if it exhausted its spiritual energy, it could not fulfill this wish—just like a bugged command entered when running a program, the Holy Grail can't do anything about it."
"Throughout history, the Immortals have always desired it. They don't need to make any outrageous wishes; they just need to release its spiritual energy so that the Immortals can be happy, joyful, and healthy forever—there's no need to make things difficult for this Holy Grail to take care of all humanity."
"I understand. I have another year to manufacture armor and guns and prepare weapons and equipment." Jiang Xueming nodded and continued walking forward.
The journey ahead is long, and as for the legend of that bountiful artifact, the BOSS deliberately turned it into a reward for a competitive event, burying it completely in the corners of history.
People believe that the Best Moon God Cup is a reward for warriors, a coronation ceremony. They have forgotten the real wishing cup—which is a good thing, Ming De does not want the Homo sapiens to remember this magical psionic artifact, whose destructive power far exceeds imagination.
Wood Plark seemed to have finished speaking, and he turned on the television to watch the game broadcast at Lionheart Stadium.
[Part ② - Accompanied by Dancers in the Wind]
The main competition hasn't even started yet, and the organizers are using exhibition matches to buy time.
--This Spirit Calamity has turned all the clubs into frightened birds, fearing that their own players might be the moles of the Madness Butterfly, and they have to investigate them round by round.
Local soldiers and warriors took turns going up into the ring to fight each other, and occasionally VIPs would make guest appearances.
Today we happened to be scheduled to see Jason Megan.
"--You mean he's bad at the game?"
Wood casually commented on Mr. Jason's performance on the field.
"His aim is indeed quite accurate, and his target acquisition speed is also quite fast."
But you say he's amazing?
"He threw out a set of props, and his own team lost twenty points."
At that moment, 9527 walked in, carrying her eldest child and leading her second child by the hand. She had heard the television and came in after finishing her business. She asked her husband if he wanted to go out for dinner together.
Zhengyang happened to see the Moon God Cup exhibition match, so he excitedly shouted to his father.
"Dad! I want to participate too!"
Jiang Xueming said, half-laughing and half-crying, "It's too early, don't rush it. What if you want to become a lawyer or a doctor in the future?"
9527 immediately objected and pulled a small orange basketball from his backpack.
"Listen! Your son! My darling! He will definitely become a professional athlete!"
As she said this, she tossed the ball towards Zhengyang.
--It hit Zhengyang on the head, leaving a mark right in the bullseye.
The basketball bounced high into the air and finally landed in Mr. Wood's hands.
Zhengyang's little face was all scrunched up, and with his arms outstretched, he couldn't catch his mother's thrown ball at all; he was completely stunned.
For a moment, everyone felt awkward. The eldest child, nestled in Xiao Qi's arms, revealed a look of fear in his eyes.
"I don't want to be an athlete's mom. I don't want to. I know I was wrong."
Jiang Xueming and Wu De said--
"--Unfortunately, intelligence is not transmitted sexually."
The Fairy Tale Kingdom is celebrating Jason Megan's victory.
The team members cheered jubilantly on the sidelines. When they saw the Nameless One's Lapis Lazuli Guards use a set of props to deliberately put himself at a disadvantage and increase the difficulty of the game, and finally win after a hard-fought battle, A Hao almost jumped up with excitement!
He picked up the aloof Daniel and lifted the dorm leader above his head.
Daniel said coldly, "Don't touch my breasts."
A Hao: "Huh?!"
Daniel returned to the ground, clutching his stomach, his face ashen, and held up the bag of milk in his hand.
"I just drank it."
The coaching staff burst into laughter upon hearing the lame joke, hugging the players as if they themselves had won the game.
At this very moment, Yun Qing, hiding in a corner of the lounge, spoke confidently to the camera.
"I knew it! They were definitely having an affair!"
We've arrived at Robert Tang Ning's territory.
They arrived at the entertainment room of the anonymous club.
The still-young Jiang Zheng had already become a hunter full of spirituality. She watched the videos of her father's early bandit-slaying and thief-killing, and saw one after another magical and strange spiritual beings die under her father's gun - she was filled with expectation and hope, just like when we were kids watching cartoons and watching heroes beat up bad guys.
Suddenly! The only sound in the previously quiet room was the loud noise of the television.
There are water stains on the floor!
This alerted Zheng'er.
--When? Where did this water come from?
Dad's not here! Mom went out with Aunt Pinky too! Are they enemies? Is it a Soul Force attack?! Or is it a special ability to manipulate water?
Jiang Zheng tensed up and immediately ran to Uncle Tang Ning's office.
"--Is nobody here?!"
Zheng'er's face turned extremely ugly. He glanced at Ahei's military dog shed. The first floor was quiet, and the three military dogs that had been guarding the club's bar were gone!
"Oh no, oh no! Does this mean the enemy is coming to kidnap me?"
Jiang Zheng cautiously made his way down to the first floor, where he saw Robert Tang Ning in a strange posture, hunched over with his back to the door, looking as if he had been shot, and groaning in pain.
"Uncle Tang Ning! Are there enemies? Are you injured? Where are the enemies? It's a Soul Might attack!"
Robert Tang Ning turned around with difficulty, his face looking extremely grim.
Wearing rubber gloves and an apron, he picked up an oversized mop and grabbed a wildly swinging water pipe. The three-headed military dog had carried the pipe downstairs while it was frolicking. Tang Ning had almost worked himself to death trying to subdue the criminal gang led by Ahei.
"Little one, what are you saying?"
Zheng'er casually shifted his feet, intending to go back upstairs to continue watching TV.
"It's nothing, it's nothing. Uncle, you can continue cleaning."
The street at Lion King Avenue --
--Meteor and his nephew were shopping when they suddenly got into an argument.
Zhengyang said to his idol, "Can you please not tell my dad about me stealing the free toy from the candy store?"
"No way! You've been a thief since you were little! I have to give you a taste of justice!" Meteor said righteously, "Give me a reason not to spank you!"
Zhengyang argued logically, "Because I'll tell Aunt San San that you were incredibly kind and started talking to the girl with the animalistic disease, and even offered to help her get treatment."
Meteor: "I've already paid, nephew, don't worry."
The meeting of the Immortals Alliance was very brief, consisting of only a single, unverified voice message.
It was a young man, yelling hysterically at the members.
"You're right about Pellegrini's capture! You're all right!"
"But these are the nameless warriors, with bottomless health, two sets of armor, and spiritual pressure resistance beyond the norm of heroes."
"Able to ignore the environment, controlled, with an incredibly short cooldown time for its spirit form, requiring only two hundred kilocalories per meal, and when Bu Liuxing takes action, he can even ignite the morale of the warriors in a region, making them disregard the threat of death. Strong tracking ability, high killing efficiency, and great personal charisma."
"Then the gunsmith's crafting techniques can grant regional warband leaders vehicle speed boosts, armor bonuses, and also attack power and stamina. That Big Sister..."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
[Straight to the Heart]
[Angel Cry]
[Wings of Light of Light]
[Circus of Doom]
[The Lightbringer]
[Piece of Me]
[Justice And Metal]
Let It Roar
[Master of Illusion]
[Madness·Crazy]
[Everything Matters]
[Out of Control]
[The Hero·Protagonist]
[Familiar Hell]
[Unbroken - Unsurpassable]
[Iron Hand]
[Freedom·Freedom]
[Where Angels Fear to Fly]
[Beyond the Burning Skies]
[Sea of Dreams]
[Storm Eye of the Storm]
The above is from the Finnish power metal band Battle Beast.
[EP.1 The Happiness I Want]
[EP.2 Kepler]
[EP.3 Sweet Child O' Mine]
The above is from the queen of Mandopop, Stefanie Sun.
Original Author: Fox Man
[Abyss Special Train]
[Battle Beast]
Are there more strong people or weak people in this world?
[To be continued]