"You can all be my sons."
The words left his mouth.
Shen Ye entered combat mode.
His hand rested on his saber's hilt as his gaze swept over the monsters, feeling incredibly pleased.
Yes.
Insults were part of life too.
When you cursed someone out, you were venting your emotions.
Shen Ye had been fighting for so long, keeping all three bodies busy without even time to rest, that he was utterly fed up.
Now a battle was about to begin.
Before it began.
He would give the enemy a thorough tongue-lashing.
-That had been his plan all along!
"Well? My sons, do you have any objections?"
Shen Ye pressed.
He was almost ready to strike.
But-
The monsters stared at him blankly, all motionless.
-Not entirely.
Their eyeballs were moving.
They looked Shen Ye up and down, then down and up, as though appraising him.
But they showed no intention of fighting.
"?" Shen Ye.
No way.
Were they seriously considering this?
But what would I do with so many monster sons? Tell everyone my genes were good at mutating?
Shen Ye grew inexplicably uneasy.
Fight them?
There seemed to be more to their situation, intelligence to be uncovered.
Not fight them?
I'd already called myself your dad, and you still won't attack?
The Soul-Possessing Ball suddenly spoke:
"That's right. You are indeed the sole medium for reaching the future."
"But we still need to learn a little about how history reached this point."
Shen Ye did not believe it.
"Learn? All of history is an experimental site you created. What else do you need to learn?"
He stared at the Soul-Possessing Ball as he asked.
Unexpectedly, the Soul-Possessing Ball answered his question seriously:
"We specifically reinforced the experimental process, striving to ensure that we would be the ultimate