I'm only three years old, how could it be a world-ending catastrophe?

The woman in the white dress kept her eyes tightly shut, waiting for the inevitable, agonizing scream of a soul being devoured.

however……

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

……

Ten seconds passed.

The expected commotion has yet to materialize.

The whole world was eerily quiet.

She opened her eyes in confusion.

The sight before her left her completely petrified.

The eerie child stood before Jiang Luo, its gaping maw wide open.

Its teeth were less than a centimeter away from Jiang Luo's forehead.

But it just stayed there, motionless, like a sculpture.

Because in front of it, Jiang Luo simply stretched out a chubby little finger, which blocked the chubby child's chin, preventing its mouth from moving any further.

"Eat me?"

Jiang Luo spoke in a childish voice, then swung her other hand and slapped him hard across the face.

"You son of a bitch!"

Snapped!

A crisp, loud slap.

The ghost child's pale head instantly detached from its body, spinning like a ball before finally landing with a "plop" in the nearby pool of blood, splashing up a small blood flower.

The headless, shrouded body swayed in place for a moment, then, as if sensing something, it immediately floated rapidly towards the direction where its head had fallen into the water.

The woman in the white dress floated in mid-air, her mouth slightly open, forgetting to flap the pair of pure white wings behind her.

Her brain, or rather, her data core, came to a complete standstill at this moment.

What did she see?

A three-year-old human cub.

A single finger blocked a bizarre, deadly SS-level attack.

Then, a slap sent the ghost child's head flying.

Is something wrong with this world?

Or is it that its own intelligent core has developed an unfixable bug due to the intrusion of unknown energy?

In the pool of blood, the head of the ghost child resurfaced, its empty eye sockets staring intently at Jiang Luo, no longer filled with mockery and cruelty, but with incomprehensible horror and bewilderment.

The headless body quickly floated over and reattached its head to its neck.

The ghost child shook its still somewhat dazed head, and when it looked at Jiang Luo again, its eyes were filled with deep fear.

"What...what exactly are you?"

When the eerie child spoke normally for the first time, it no longer had that sharp, piercing laugh, but instead carried a tremor and confusion that it itself was unaware of.

It doesn't understand.

There was no fluctuation of extraordinary energy, no trace of calamity, and no strange power emanating from the human cub before them.

But why was he able to stop himself from being devoured with just one finger?

And why is it that his seemingly soft slap contains such terrifying power?

Jiang Luo scoffed.

He has figured it out.

These attributes of mine are equally useful when facing strange and unusual situations, and they are not weak at all!

Or rather, it is incredibly powerful!

That being the case...

Then he will have nothing to fear!

"I'm your father!"

Jiang Luo put her hands in the pockets of her rubber duck overalls, her face full of disdain.

"You're asking for it!"

The ghost child was completely enraged by these words.

As an SS-class anomaly, it had never suffered such humiliation!

It abandoned the idea of ​​getting close to bite, and its huge body suddenly retreated. Countless blood-red chains shot out from the churning pool of blood behind it, like bloodthirsty venomous snakes, instantly binding Jiang Luo tightly.

"It's over!"

The woman in the white dress gasped in surprise.

These chains were forged by the evil child from countless vengeful souls it devoured, specifically designed to bind and tear souls apart.

Let alone S-class superhumans, even SS-class calamities, once entangled, will have their souls torn to pieces in an instant, never to be reincarnated.

however……

Jiang Luo struggled only slightly.

Click!

Click!

Those seemingly indestructible soul chains, which even exuded terrifying resentment, snapped like crisp noodles, turning into specks of black mist and dissipating into the air.

The ghost child was completely dumbfounded.

Its prized "Rope of Vengeful Spirits"... just like that, it broke?

It broke easily with a gentle struggle from a three-year-old child?

"Finished putting on a show?"

Jiang Luo flexed his wrists, and a wicked smile appeared on his small face, completely out of character for his age.

"Now, it's my turn to pretend!"

His figure flashed.

He made the most of his 214-point speed attribute.

next second.

Jiang Luo then appeared before the ghost child.

Those 400 points of strength attribute were gathered without reservation into the small fist.

Then, he threw a punch!

Before the child could react, he was struck squarely in the chest by the punch.

boom!

A dull, loud bang.

The child's body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing directly into the distant mountain peak made of countless withered bones, and then fell back into the pool of blood.

"ah--"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, came from the mouth of the eerie child for the first time.

It felt that its very essence was being eroded by a tyrannical and domineering force.

How is this possible?!

It is bizarre! It is the embodiment of rules! It is an existence that can never be killed!

Why... why could this human cub's fist wound its very essence?!

"Now, let's play a new game."

At this moment, Jiang Luo reappeared in front of the ghost child, grabbed its tattered burial shroud, and lifted it out of the blood pool.

"The game is called, Who's the Son?"

"Now, I declare that you are my son."

"And your father is very unhappy right now."

"So, I'm going to beat you to death, you son of a bitch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Luo raised his fist again.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

Each punch carried a terrifying power capable of shaking the rules, landing solidly on the child.

The eerie child's screams went from initial anger to terror, and finally... begging for mercy.

"No...stop hitting me...I was wrong...I was really wrong..."

"I'll never do it again... Please... let me go..."

Its enormous spiritual body had been reduced to nearly half its original size under Jiang Luo's relentless attacks, and it was in danger of completely dissipating at any moment.

It was afraid.

For the first time, it sensed the threat of death.

This primal fear is a feeling it has never experienced in its more than nine hundred years of existence.

Jiang Luo stopped punching, tilted her little head, and asked in a childish voice, "Call me Daddy."

The eerie child's massive body stiffened, and the blood and tears flowing from its empty eye sockets seemed to freeze.

To make it... call a human cub "Dad"?

This is even more painful than killing it!

"Not calling?"

Seeing that it didn't react, Jiang Luo raised an eyebrow and slapped it across the face again.

Snapped!

The child's head flew off again, spun 720 degrees in the air, and then "thud" as it fell face down to the ground.