Father

Meow, meow, meow meow...

As soon as Yago got home, he was surrounded by a chorus of meows. He looked at the scene in amazement and exclaimed, "Annie, why are there so many cats in the house?"

Indeed, there were at least five or six cats in front of Yago at this moment, all affectionately meowing at Annie. Annie also happily petting the cats, one on the left, one on the right, one lying on her lap, and several others running around her.

It seems Annie is quite popular with the cats. In response to Yago's question, Annie happily replied, "They're all cats from around here, some strays, some from the neighbors. They all like to stick close to me and play."

As he spoke, Annie reached out and scratched the chin of a snow-white cat, making the cat purr contentedly.

Looking at the beautiful Annie and the cute cat, Yago's heart softened. Seeing Annie happily petting the cat, Yago's hands started to itch, and he reached out to pet a gray and white cat that looked like a cow.

Unfortunately, not everyone is as popular with cats as Annie. When faced with Yago's hand, the little black and white cat's tail stood up immediately, and its voice became shrill.

"Aww!" The little black and white cat shrieked, and with lightning speed, before Yago could react, three bloody welts appeared on the back of Yago's hand.

Yago was dumbfounded. "I just wanted to touch you, and you actually stabbed me?!"

Although the wound healed in the blink of an eye thanks to the Titan Power, Yago's anger flared up immediately. "You stinky cat!"

The frightened kitten immediately burrowed into Annie's arms, meowing as if terrified. This made Yago even angrier. "You think you can get away with this after I killed you and then run off to my Annie? Do you think Annie will let you get away with this?!"

"Serves you right for being so impulsive!" That was Annie's reply. Annie stroked the little black and white cat's head and gave Yago a pretty eye roll.

Yago: "... Six out of ten"

With Annie protecting him, Yago couldn't lay a hand on him. Was all the blood he shed for nothing? Looking at the meowing cow cat in Annie's arms, Yago became even angrier, but there was nothing he could do.

The little black and white kitten was enjoying being petted in Annie's arms. It stuck out its butt and stretched out in a big yawn. It was this stretch that caught Yago's eye.

"Annie, does this cat belong to the neighbor?"

Annie: "Huh? This one? Hmm... no, this is a stray cat."

Yago chuckled sinisterly, "Is that so?"

Looking at the two bulging little bells on the little cow-shaped kitten's butt, "You stinky cat, you'll pay with your eggs!" (This scene has absolutely nothing to do with Muzi being scratched by a cat! Muzi absolutely did not involve any personal feelings! (´ω`))

Leaving aside the cat incident, as night fell, Yago, lying in bed, suddenly lost consciousness and drifted into an unknown space.

This was a pure white space, stretching as far as the eye could see. The surrounding light made Yago realize that he had entered his own consciousness space.

Several bright lights swirled around Yago's body: white (life), gold (female), ochre (jaw), green (advancement), blue (hammer), and brown (armor).

Just as Yago was wondering why he had suddenly appeared in the consciousness space, a figure appeared in front of him without warning.

A simple, plain dress, a slender figure, neatly styled bangs—isn't this the Founding Titan Ymir?

How could his Great-Grandmother appear in his consciousness? Yago was stunned for a few seconds. His Great-Grandmother suddenly appeared in Yago's consciousness, without saying a word, just staring wide-eyed at the stunned Yago.

Finally, Yago couldn't hold back any longer and cautiously asked his Great-Grandmother, "Uh, um, Founding Titan Ymir? You, what brings you here? Is there something you need?"

As he spoke, Yago slowly moved his body backward. He vividly remembered how he had almost been thrown to his death when he first met his Great-Grandmother. If he didn't move away, what if Great-Grandmother used him as a ball again?

Unfortunately, Great-Grandmother didn't say a word, she just stared at Yago with her big, watery eyes.

Yago hesitated for a long time, unsure of what to say next, because no matter what he said, his Great-Grandmother wouldn't respond.

Finally, having exhausted all other options, Yago asked, "Have you eaten?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were spoken, Great-Grandmother reacted, turning her head to look in one direction.

Yago: "What's going on? Is it because they're hungry? Or are they just wandering around aimlessly after eating too much?"

But soon, Yago dismissed his chaotic thoughts, because his Great-Grandmother's reaction was clearly not because of his question, "Have you eaten?", but because a figure was gradually appearing in the direction Great-Grandmother looking.

Yago and his Great-Grandmother watched as the figure gradually took shape, but as the figure's face became clearer, Yago's eyes grew increasingly horrified.

When the person appeared fully before Yago's mind froze for a second, because the person's face was so familiar.

"You, you are, Norman Russell!?" Yago stared at the young man in front of him who looked exactly like the man in the Photograph. Yes, exactly the same. It was Photograph Yago had found at the Russell Manor, the one of young Norman Russell and a young Ebson Norman Russell. Yago was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

As Norman Russell appeared, the Great-Grandmother's figure gradually faded, seemingly intentionally leaving space for Yago and Norman Russell.

"You..." Yago stared at Norman Russell. A strange feeling welled up inside him.

Norman Russell walked up to Yago. He was very tall, towering over Yago by half a head. Then, under Yago's gaze, Norman Russell gave a gentle smile and slowly raised his arm.

Then, a large, warm hand was placed on Yago's head, and a soft voice reached Yago's ears, "My child..."

Boom! It was like a thunderclap exploding in his mind. This familiar yet strange feeling made Yago tremble uncontrollably. Memories from his childhood flooded back. On that day, when strange insects swarmed at him in his dream, it was this same voice that woke him up. (See Chapter 8 for details)

The warmth above his head brought tears to Yago's eyes. A tightness gripped Yago chest, and the connection to his bloodline made Yago whisper the word, "... Father."

(I promised you all I'd do, two updates a day! (^ω^)