Gaining a tiny bit of weight every day, my weight is a billion tons.

Spark Waste Treatment Plant, three underground floors, Gravity Training Room.

Shen Hongyuan sat on the iron chair, twirling two super golden walnuts in his hands.

The walnuts are small, with a pale golden sheen on their surface, and each weighs fifty kilograms.

An ordinary person couldn't even lift it, but in his palm it was like a toy, his two fingers spinning it with a whirring sound.

He was 1.9 meters tall, with shoulders as broad as a wall.

Even after retiring for many years, his military spirit has not diminished in the slightest.

But today, this military bigwig, whom everyone in the capital calls "Master Shen," couldn't suppress the smirk on his face.

My daughter is coming home.

I was admitted to the Federal Central Military University last year, and we haven't seen each other for a whole year.

We've made quite a few video calls, but that girl always talks about training and alien beasts in every three or five sentences.

The discussion eventually turned into a tactical seminar.

Even though he had seen many storms.

But the thought of his little darling not coming home for a year filled him with excitement.

"Tap tap tap—"

Footsteps echoed down the corridor. They moved at a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow, each step firm and deliberate.

Standard military marching steps.

The door opened.

Shen Qingci stood at the door, still wearing that black combat uniform.

But the moment she saw Shen Hongyuan, all the coldness on her face vanished.

"Dad!"

As soon as the shout was finished, the person pounced on him.

The tall girl, standing at 1.78 meters, hung directly on Shen Hongyuan.

Shen Hongyuan caught her, patted his daughter on the back, and said with a hint of disgust.

"How old are you?"

Shen Qingci snuggled against him.

"miss you."

Shen Hongyuan felt a lump in his throat and quickly looked up at the ceiling.

Fortunately, there were no cameras installed in the training room.

If those roughnecks in the factory saw him, he would lose all face for the rest of his life.

"Alright, sit down and talk."

He pressed his daughter down into a chair and looked her up and down.

Her facial contours are more defined than last year, and her chin is noticeably sharper.

But he was in excellent spirits, and his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"You've obviously lost weight. Is the school food bad?"

"No, it's just that the training volume is high."

Shen Qingci took the water and gulped down a large mouthful.

"Our instructor is a madman. He conducts field combat training at least twice a week, and the furthest he's ever gone is to the gray area on the outskirts of a Class B city."

Shen Hongyuan's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't reply.

There is a significant difference in training intensity between military martial arts universities and regular martial arts universities.

Those who get in are one in ten thousand, and only those who graduate alive are considered to have truly passed the test.

After a two-second silence, Shen Hongyuan suddenly changed the subject, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Did you have a boyfriend/girlfriend at school?"

After saying this, he unconsciously sat up a little straighter.

This is the dilemma every father faces.

He would feel at ease if his daughter said no.

My daughter is ambitious and won't be led astray by those scoundrels.

But I also have a nagging worry—is this girl really planning to live a lonely life?

But if my daughter says she has...

That would be even worse.

Shen Hongyuan's hands unconsciously quickened as he turned the walnuts.

Shen Qingci looked at her father's face, which was pretending to be calm but was actually full of malice, and felt a little helpless.

She really couldn't figure out what the old man meant.

Every time we video chat, she asks if I'm being pursued by anyone? Are all those guys blind?

But last time she casually mentioned that a male classmate had helped her block a monster attack, Shen Hongyuan's face immediately darkened.

They questioned the kid for a full twenty minutes, asking for his name, student ID, place of origin, and family relationships within three generations.

Do you want her to have a boyfriend, or do you not want her to have a boyfriend?

Shen Qingci simply told the truth.

"no."

Shen Hongyuan paused for a moment.

"I came back this time to team up with my teammates for a mission, and we went home to visit them on the way."

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze calm yet resolute.

"I don't have time to think about those things right now. My goal is to reach the pinnacle of martial arts."

Shen Hongyuan felt much more at ease.

Good! As expected of my son, Shen Hongyuan!

Then another keyword was captured.

"teammate?"

"Yes, a two-player team mission."

Shen Hongyuan casually turned the walnut.

"Male or female?"

"...A man."

"Did you come to Jiangcheng with me?"

Shen Hongyuan put down the walnuts and leaned forward abruptly.

His gaze also shifted from a loving father mode to an interrogation mode.

"What exactly is your relationship?"

Shen Qingci rolled her eyes.

"We're just classmates! My mentor assigned me a training mission at the entrance to the Southern Abyss, and he also had a monster quest to do, so we hitched a ride!"

"On the way?" Shen Hongyuan scoffed. "The capital is in the north, Jiangcheng is in the south, what kind of 'on the way' is that?"

"Dad, don't worry," Shen Qingci reassured him again. "It's just a training mission at the entrance of the abyss. I don't have time for romance right now."

Shen Hongyuan stared at his daughter for several seconds.

He knew his daughter's personality very well.

She was a martial arts fanatic from a young age. While other girls were playing with dolls, she was practicing sword fighting in the yard.

His mind was filled with cultivation and battle.

But her beautiful face and stunning figure are also incredibly alluring.

They are not only afraid of being robbed, but also afraid of being targeted by thieves.

I'll have to find out where that kid comes from another day.

He frowned and leaned back in his chair, looking at his strikingly beautiful daughter.

Nineteen years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Shen Qingci had exceptional martial arts talent from a young age and her personality was very much like her mother's.

Fierce, decisive, with bones harder than a knife.

It was precisely this mindset that awakened the SS-level metal-type talent [Gengjin Blade Bone].

But the more he felt this way, the more heartbroken he became.

Who will take away my precious flower, pot and all, in the future?

Anyone who dares to become his son-in-law will be beaten to death first.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." He stood up, his expression changing. "I've prepared a gift for you."

"What?" Shen Qingci's eyes lit up.