Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 104 Secrets

Jiang Yun's small spoon stopped at the edge of the porridge bowl, the handle of the spoon touching the porcelain rim with a very soft "ding".

Man-made disaster?

Ling Jiu's knuckles, gripping the cup, turned slightly white. Her voice was very low: "What do you mean? Explain yourself."

"It's the Star Federation!"

Jiang Ren practically forced out the name through gritted teeth, his eyes gleaming with anger and a lingering fear.

"Those old-fashioned scum—before being expelled from the Fifth Star Realm by Senior Daojun, they did countless shady things in their underground labs! Genetic chimerism, bloodline contamination, consciousness stripping—they called it the price of evolution!"

Her voice was trembling, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.

"The Demon Mother—she wasn't a naturally born monster at all. She was abducted from those newborn babies who hadn't even opened their eyes yet—"

Jiang Ren's throat seemed to be blocked by something as she spoke. She swallowed hard before continuing, each word sounding like it was being ground out from between her teeth: "Some of those mothers were killed on the spot, some had their memories erased and were thrown into slums—the children's bodies were decomposed and reassembled, their consciousness was forcibly extracted and soaked in nutrient solution as spiritual batteries."

"For tens of thousands of years—the resentment, despair, and madness of those mothers, and the broken cries of those infants, fermented and mixed in the pool of resentment at the deepest part of the laboratory—and were finally refined into this thing by the Federation using evil magic."

'

A creation of rules that specifically targets the scent of newborn souls, devouring and tearing them apart.

The private room in the restaurant was deathly silent.

The sunlight streaming in through the window fell on the tablecloth, but it seemed to have lost its warmth.

Ling Jiu's hand, gripping the cup, had knuckles that were almost translucent white. The old Federation era was a scar etched into the very bones of the entire Xinghua civilization, a dark age recorded in history textbooks with the most restrained strokes, yet still capable of sending chills down the spines of those who read it.

Jiang Yun lowered her eyes, looking at the thin film that had formed on the surface of the porridge.

It turned out to be the case.

"Those beasts!"

Jiang Ren's eyes reddened with anger. She took a deep breath, her voice filled with sympathy for the girl named Dai Ziqing.

"Director Qiu had no other choice but to use her personal connections to find Dai Shuhang, hoping she could bring in a Daoist token to suppress the source of the resentment."

"That girl, Dai Ziqing, has just completed the torch relay, and her compatibility with the token is the highest in nearly a hundred years. Her brother, Dai Shuhang, was originally against it, fearing something might happen to her."

"But that girl stepped forward herself and volunteered—saying she couldn't just stand by and watch so many children get hurt."

Jiang Ren's voice choked with emotion.

"The result—the token was delivered, and the spread of resentment was temporarily suppressed, but she herself—was completely trapped in it. She is now lying in the special care ward of the testing center, unconscious, and her vital signs are getting weaker and weaker—how pitiful."

Ling Jiu remained silent, looking at Jiang Yun without saying a word.

"Sister, you don't mean to let A-Yun go, do you?" Jiang Ren's voice was tinged with disbelief; she seemed to have seen through Ling Jiu's thoughts.

"How is that possible?"

Ling Jiu shook her head almost immediately, but her voice lacked its usual firmness. She looked at the small bowl of porridge in front of her, her gaze somewhat evasive.

"These children are so pitiful—I was just thinking, if I hadn't been born into a better family, and if Ah-Yun had been more talented, would such a terrible thing have happened?"

Her words were soft, yet they struck Jiang Ren's heart like a stone.

Jiang Ren fell silent. Yes, if it weren't for her brother's good fortune in meeting Sister Jiu Jiu, she and Jia Jia wouldn't have been able to stay in the capital compound under military protection.

Jiajia—she dared not think any further.

"Those scum from the Star Federation—" she could only repeat this pale phrase in the end, her voice filled with powerless hatred, "They deserve to be torn to pieces— Senior Daojun should have killed them back then—"

"Extermination of the entire race?"

Ling Jiu took the lead in a soft voice, her tone eerily calm.

"Grandma tried. But they're like cockroaches, hiding in the cracks of civilization; you can't kill them all."

She lowered her head and slowly stirred the bowl of porridge in front of her, which had long since gone cold, with a spoon.

"As long as greed exists, as long as there are people who still believe in the supremacy of power and the hierarchy of bloodlines—they will never disappear."

Silence fell over the table once again.

Only Hao Jiajia rolled around on the carpet, giggling, and Jiang Yun occasionally made a soft sound as her spoon hit the rim of the bowl.

Jiang Yun lowered her head and drank the porridge in small sips.

The rice grains melted on the tip of the tongue, warm, but tasteless.

Dai Ziqing.

The girl who stood quietly beside her brother in the testing center, her shoulders hunched shyly. An SS-level life soul, protected by the Dao Lord, her future should have been filled with limitless possibilities.

Now lying in the hospital ward, my life is like a candle flickering in the wind.

She stood up simply because she "couldn't stand by and watch those children cry."

Jiang Yun was also pondering this: even a child from an ordinary family like Dai Ziqing could so resolutely confront the demonic mother who threatened society.

As the direct great-grandson of the Grand Councilor of the Empire, would it be somewhat disrespectful to remain a bystander, given his status, privileges, and the talents he had accumulated through this rebirth?

I heard that Qiu Mian came several times, which means he felt he could do it, but his family background was too powerful, so he was stopped.

In his past life, when faced with a dilemma, he was able to choose to save more people without hesitation, ultimately because he was considering his own interests.

Now that the pressure isn't on me, can I just live my good life with a clear conscience?

The atmosphere suddenly became somber.

After a while, Jiang Ren put the bone on the side of the plate, licked his fingers, and looked at Ling Jiu.

"Sister Jiu, you don't look well."

Ling Jiu was wiping Jiang Yun's mouth when she heard this and was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Go look at yourself in the mirror.

Jiang Ren rested his chin on his hand, his brows furrowing in a rare serious expression. "You've been in seclusion for over two months, and you've only been out for a few days. Those dark circles under your eyes haven't even faded yet. Just now, when I told you about the Ghost Mother, you practically turned your chopsticks white."

Ling Jiu's fingers paused slightly.

She truly hadn't noticed. The news of Dai Ziqing's coma weighed heavily on her mind, bringing back memories of those dark nights of solitary battles during her seclusion. She felt like she was being held on by a taut string, unable to relax.

"You can't keep to yourself all the time."

Jiang Ren stood up, lifted Hao Jia out of the baby chair and bounced her around. "Come on, let's go to Yiyuan! Let me tell you, the osmanthus flowers there have just bloomed, and the fragrance is so enchanting. Let A-Yun and Jia Jia run around in the fields, and you can get some sun too. Getting sick from being cooped up like this is no joke."

She spoke quickly, but her eyes shone brightly, clearly indicating that she was combining "keeping Sister Jiu entertained" and "wanting to have fun herself" into one thing.

Ling Jiu looked down at Jiang Yun in her arms.

The little guy was looking up at her, his dark eyes reflecting the sunlight streaming through the window. He reached out his chubby hand and gently patted her cheek.

"go."

Pronounce each word clearly.

Ling Jiu was amused by him, and the melancholy in her eyes actually relaxed a little.

"Okay, go."

>