Intimacy

Not long after coming to Gotham, Kara's other abilities began to emerge as well.

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

At first, she would instinctively feel nauseated whenever she looked at anyone.

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

Just hearing Kara describe it made Li Ang feel sick.

Humanity's most prized outer shell was utterly meaningless in her eyes; everyone was so "bare."

And something that would be enough to drive anyone mad had happened to a thirteen-year-old girl.

She locked herself in her room. Though it was completely useless, it at least gave her some psychological comfort.

Kara had endured it, and now she could barely control it.

Perhaps because she was still young, these abilities had appeared gradually rather than all at once. Otherwise, Kara would definitely have gone insane by now.

"Godfather!"

Kara shook Li Ang's arm. She looked like she was acting spoiled, but her words showed no mercy. "According to what I learned at school, this is child abuse!"

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

"If this were Krypton, you'd be thrown into the Phantom Zone!"

As an outsider who retained memories of her childhood, Kara undoubtedly missed her days on Krypton.

So she had told Li Ang quite a few interesting stories about Krypton.

It gave him a much better understanding of Krypton.

Of course, that last sentence was definitely an exaggeration.

Still, Li Ang surrendered. "Let's order a pizza, then."

"Yay!"

The blonde girl cheered and threw her arms tightly around Li Ang.

"Ah!"

Li Ang said painfully, "Honey, you're going to squeeze me in half."

Kara sheepishly released him, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Godfather, I didn't mean to."

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

When she had first gained her powers, she would break anything with the slightest bit of force.

"Alright, go do your homework."

Li Ang patted her head. Knocking on it felt like knocking on an iron skull.

Although Gotham City Middle School bore Gotham's name, it was not a particularly good school. Compared to an elite school like Louis Memorial School, it was vastly inferior.

But the latter was an elite school, and Li Ang did not have the means to send Kara there.

So Kara received a relaxed education. Whether she studied or not depended entirely on her own initiative.

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

Was studying really difficult?

So, after Li Ang merely made a phone call to order pizza from an Indian-owned restaurant on the next street over, he saw Kara getting distracted.

Li Ang did not interfere. After spending this time with her, he had already gained some experience in raising a child.

The more he forced Kara, the less she would listen.

So it was better to let nature take its course.

Li Ang sat on the couch, uninterested in what was on television, and opened his system panel.

[Name: Li Ang.]

[Goddaughter: Kara Zor-El (Intimacy: 49).]

[Abilities: None (When intimacy reaches 50, you may draw an ability from your goddaughter. At 80, you may draw a second time. At 100, you may draw a third time.)]

It was extremely simple, yet also incredibly powerful.

It was powerful because his goddaughter was Kara—Supergirl!

After nearly half a year together, it had not been easy for Kara to go from distrusting him at first to having intimacy that was nearly halfway full.

Perhaps because she had experienced the destruction of her home, Kara was more wary, withdrawn, and melancholy than ordinary children.

It was very difficult to enter her heart.

And the reason Li Ang taught her properly was not merely for the rewards.

He saw responsibility in Kara.

This was Supergirl. If she were adopted by bad people and indoctrinated with evil, chaotic values, what would become of this world?

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

At the very least, when she grew up, she would not become a bastard who committed every evil imaginable.

Li Ang knew very well how terrifying Homelander was.

And Kara was a true Kryptonian. She could become humanity's Homelander.

It took about half an hour for the pizza to arrive.

And that was only from the next street over.

If it were any farther away, Li Ang doubted it would even get delivered.

The deliveryman was someone arranged by the restaurant, an honest-looking Indian man with dark skin who looked like he had entered the country illegally.

Li Ang gave him around a fifteen-percent tip, then carried the pizza inside and called, "Kara, come out and have dinner."

"Coming!"

The listless Kara had long been listening intently. The moment she heard Li Ang call her, she immediately tossed aside her pen, and her tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

Li Ang was not particularly interested in pizza. Especially during the period right after he had transmigrated, when he ate "white people food" for several days straight, he felt like his body was about to develop problems.

So he would rather learn to cook himself than eat white people food.

It was just that he truly had no talent for it. Even now, all he could make was noodles!

Before transmigrating, back in China, where food delivery was so convenient, he firmly believed that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen.

So the most he could do was soak instant noodles. He could not even cook them!

He had only learned the basic life skill of cooking noodles during this period, and Kara had already complained about it.

If he had not gotten himself a "child," Li Ang would never have done something that he previously believed he would absolutely never do.

To him, cooking was like wasting his life.

"Go wash your hands."

Li Ang patted Kara's little hand.

Kara immediately pulled her hand back. It did not hurt, but it seemed to have become a habit.

She hurriedly rinsed her hands under cold water, rubbed them casually, then took a deep breath and blew on her little hands.

"Whoosh!"

"Kara!"

Li Ang's furious roar followed.

The windows rattled loudly, swaying wildly from that "hurricane" breath.

Kara immediately shrank her neck and voluntarily admitted her mistake. "I didn't know the wind would be so strong. I only wanted to dry them, Godfather. Can you hit me a little more gently?"

Although Kara was not at all sincere, seeing her like this still dispelled Li Ang's anger.

He could only patiently repeat, "Don't use your abilities until you can control them!"

"Besides, I can't hurt you anyway."

Li Ang was already too lazy to smack her hand, because his own hand was the one that hurt.

Unless Li Ang held Kryptonite, there was no way he could hurt Kara.

"Hehe."

Though Kara was mature for her age, she was still a girl in her early teens. Her moods changed as quickly as turning a page.

She sat at the dining table, and her "dried" hands immediately tore off a slice of pizza.

Li Ang had no interest in pizza. Especially in the days right after he transmigrated, when he ate "white people food" for several days in a row, he felt like his body was going to develop problems during that time.

So he would rather learn to cook than eat white people food.

It was just that he really had no talent for it. Even now, all he could do was cook noodles!