The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

This was the first time in so long that he had felt human warmth again.

But now, Wutu has chosen the more important existence without hesitation.

Cyrus's gaze turned cold.

So, this group of guys with different ideas started trying to find ways to get Wu Tu to play in their alternate world.

However, they couldn't separate the black clown and Winston no matter what they did.

When the little guy goes out, he always rides in his dad's car. Dad always carries him out in one arm.

He's like an accessory to his father, he'll never be separated from him.

Even if it's a trick, even if you tell the cubs that there are delicious little cakes, the little ones will instinctively take their father's hand as soon as they turn around, and only after getting their father's tacit approval will they answer their requests.

Cyrus and his team could only return disappointed.

Later, rumors gradually spread that a mini-boss had appeared in the Blood Manor dungeon.

Players came and went in waves, unable to get close to Winston, so they could only turn their attention to the black clown.

After discovering that Winston was particularly protective of his offspring, these people dared not risk their lives.

However, they did notice that Wu Tu was more soft-hearted than ordinary bosses.

Therefore, these players always try to get close to Wutu, hoping to gain Wutu's favor so that Wutu can protect them and help them pass through the dungeon safely.

Winston only cared whether these humans would harm his children. When he discovered that these hamster-like creatures could only squeal while playing with the black hamsters, he was temporarily unprepared.

Who knew these wicked people would also sow discord?

They spoke to the crow about what a real, ordinary, and happy life is like.

They said that when they go home, they can eat their mother's cooking, and that having maternal and paternal love makes them the happiest children.

They will also have friends from all over the world, from every country.

Love is about freedom, not about keeping someone confined at home for extended periods like a pet.

But the little guy couldn't understand any of what they were talking about.

He didn't have a mother, only a father; he was born to his father.

The little guy even argued with these people, who said that the black worm's father was a wicked monster, and the little guy definitely had to refute them.

So in the end, these human players made a mess of things, which angered the little guy so much that he meowed and then turned around and called his parents over.

Richard and a row of other famous dungeon bosses stood behind Utau. Those fools who had encouraged Utau from the beginning now looked utterly hopeless.

The next second, the black rabbit's eyes were covered.

The little guy could only smell the strong stench of blood.

After that, everything ended, and the entire instance fell silent again.

These guests who came to visit his home would always stay for only a few dozen days, and then Wu Tu would never see them again.

However, Wu Tu still remembered that he had encountered humans who left a deep impression on him on several occasions.

There was no greed in their eyes, nor any intention to exploit or approach Wu Tu; they simply looked at this child struggling to survive in the dungeon with pity.

The black worm couldn't remember what they looked like, as if Winston had deliberately erased their memories.

The little guy could only tilt his head and look at the woman in front of him.

Although Wutu couldn't see her face clearly, the little one matched her with the existence of the mother Wutu had heard about.

That gentle voice, the eyes that would well up with tears whenever I saw him, and the scent that I had smelled since I was a baby.

It felt like I had returned to my mother's embrace.

This was the first time the black tusk had wavered.

He couldn't help but recall what others had said to him before.

They said that everyone actually has a mother.

Mothers may be mothers with the strength to support their children, or they may be gentle mothers who take good care of the whole family.

She could also be a guitarist, or a reliable leader who can defeat the bizarre dungeons.

A mother's vibrant and colorful appearance reflects her own character, and will also shape the image of her future children.

All of these things were completely unfamiliar to Wutu.

He could only stare blankly at his rag doll for a long time before lying down.

He wanted to find his origins and other proof of being loved.

And then there's freedom, which he'd never heard of before.

Because the little guy saw the pain and helplessness in their eyes when they looked at him.

They felt sorry for the little one.

But even Wu Tu himself didn't know why they were so sad for him.

Isn't he living a good life?

At this moment, the two-year-old crow, who had lived many times over, finally cried for help to him in the mirror.

How many times would you die if you stayed in your father's arms forever?

The crow did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

However, he was so frightened by the scene that he screamed and continued to suffer from a high fever.

It was as if his shattered soul was desperately pleading for help from the outside world.

At this moment, Wutu clearly heard the regret in their voices:

"How pitiful..."

"Little one, are you scared? Are you lonely? Living alone in this world full of other kinds must be tough, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Tu suddenly felt incredibly aggrieved and couldn't control the speed at which her tears fell.

This time, Winston couldn't soothe the little guy's emotions either. Just as he was about to try and go back in time, Richard stopped him:

"What will happen to Wu Tu if one day you can no longer use this ability? As her father, can't you be a little more responsible?"

"What if one day the little guy can no longer use this divine power? He's just a frail human infant, and you've already patched him up so many times. His body will have its limits, won't it?"

"Why didn't you ever think about saving that child?"

"Human embryos are indeed fragile, but humanity has persevered for so long with such tenacity..."

"Since you love him, you should give him enough trust and love human beings as much as you love him."

Only then did Winston truly learn the meaning of care.

Therefore, Winston abandoned the idea of ​​backtracking without hesitation this time.

He took the little guy around looking for doctors, and eventually found several legitimate and licensed doctors among the human players. He even found a well-known doctor who had turned into a monster in a dungeon.

The doctors examined the little guy closely, but no one could figure out what kind of accident had happened to him.

They could only tell Winston again that it was a psychological problem with the child.

Winston sighed helplessly as he watched the black clown, who had tried to communicate with human toys several times but still managed to turn himself into a fluffy little bread.