I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

Not quite sure what was going on, he tried to get up, but his mother held him in her arms and he couldn't move.

"Mom only hopes that Cheng can live a simple life, like most people: study, work, get married, and have children. That would be enough. Being a protector is glorious, but it's also very easy to get hurt, and Mom doesn't want him to suffer any harm."

The mother held the boy, gently patting his back while whispering to him.

"I'm not afraid of pain."

The boy stubbornly lifted his head from his mother's arms and struggled to look at her.

"I'm a man, I'm not afraid of pain or hardship!"

"But I'm afraid of pain."

Huh?

The boy was stunned, not understanding what his mother meant by those words.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Cheng, I said something unclear."

Noticing the puzzled look on the boy's face, the mother smiled, shook her head slightly, and then released him from her arms.

"Cheng, do you really want to become a martial artist?"

When the boy left his mother's arms and stood beside her again, she lowered her head, looked at the boy's face, and asked him earnestly.

"Uh-huh!"

The boy nodded seriously, his eyes filled with determination.

“Being a martial artist is very tough and tiring, so during this time, Mom will train you,” the mother said with a serious expression, as if she had completely changed from her previous gentle demeanor. “If you can’t even endure the hardship of training, Mom will not agree to you becoming a martial artist.”

"Yes, no problem!"

Knowing that his mother's seriousness was a test of his willpower, the boy answered loudly, his expression becoming increasingly excited.

“Alright, for the next month, I will train you with very strict requirements. If you can persevere, I will contact your uncle, who is a C-level martial artist. He can teach you how to become a real martial artist. However, if you can't even endure this month of hard training, then don't tell your mother that you want to become a martial artist again. Is that alright, Cheng?”

"Yes, yes, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

A promise must be kept; that is the essence of a boy's integrity. This is a principle that his mother taught him from a young age, and which he strictly adhered to.

So for the next month, whether it was the long-distance runs he did every day at five in the morning, or the various training methods his mother had gotten from who-knows-where for different parts of his body, no matter how painful or exhausting it was, even if he felt like his body was broken when he woke up the next day, he never stopped even once.

Later, even the neighbors started talking about it and began to suspect that the mother was trying to abuse the boy. Some well-meaning people even went to the village chief for help. It was only after the boy explained himself that everyone believed that this was just his mother training him.

Since then, whenever the adults in the village scare their children, they have started to say, "I'll send you to train with the Li family's children," instead of feeding them to tigers and wolves.

The boy at the heart of the story, despite the incredibly arduous daily training, still felt fulfilled and happy. He knew that every day's effort brought him closer to his goal. Clearly understanding his objective, he never felt discouraged or saddened, and he would never choose to give up.

He knew that his dream would eventually come true.

He also believes that everything will move towards a better future.

And so, with innocent and simple enthusiasm, the boy smiled, moved forward, and embraced each tomorrow that belonged to him.

Until the day his mother died.

…………

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I got Jack from the lucky bag! So happy!!

However, Lao Fu couldn't draw it...

Chapter 3, Section 200: A Cold Dream

The boy sat blankly on the stool, neither speaking nor moving.

At this moment, he was not like a lively child, but like a stiff puppet, sitting there lifelessly, without making a sound, only his breathing could prove that he was still alive.

A pair of gleaming leather shoes came into the boy's view as he stared blankly at the ground. Instinctively, he looked up and saw a tall, robust middle-aged man with strong, well-defined muscles, a stern expression, and an imposing presence. He was the kind of man who could inspire fear simply by walking down the street.

But at this moment, the boy just stared at the man in front of him with a blank, lifeless gaze, without any reaction or movement.

“...I am Xu Ling, your mother’s brother, that is, your uncle.”

After a long eye contact, the man sighed, looked away first, and then said softly.

"From today onwards, you will be living with me."

"..."

The boy just sat there blankly, without responding.

From the muddy roads of the countryside to the well-planned towns with paved roads and high-rise buildings, this was the place the boy had always longed to be. But now, when that dream had finally come true, he simply couldn't be happy anymore.

A tall man named Xu Ling led the boy away from the town's police station. Although he was only being led by the hand and walking slowly, the boy could clearly hear the voices of the uncles and aunts around him.

"Is this the child? He's so young..."

"Bastard, that thing is a real beast, how could it do such a thing."

"But with Captain Xu taking care of him, the child should be fine for the future. It's just that he's so young, sigh..."

cold.

I feel a bit cold.

The boy shrank back, closing his eyes tightly. He didn't want to see or hear anything, and instinctively followed Xu Ling, who was holding his hand. Suddenly, Xu Ling stopped, and the boy, caught off guard, bumped into her. If Xu Ling hadn't been holding him, the boy would have fallen to the ground.

"Team Leader Xu."

A young man stood in front of Xu Ling, straightened up, and greeted her.

"...How's the case going?"

After seemingly hesitating for a moment, Xu Ling spoke softly. The boy behind Xu Ling couldn't see his expression, but the large hand that had been steadily holding his trembled slightly.

"Don't worry, Captain Xu, he's confessed everything," the young man replied solemnly, his hands clenched tightly. "I won't give him any chance to turn things around. I swear on my life!"

"...That kind of person isn't worth your life."

Xu Ling shook the boy's hand again, his tone remaining calm and composed. Then, he led the boy away, said goodbye to the young man, and continued walking. Only then did the young man notice that Xu Ling had been holding a child's hand.

"Hey, you're the victim...you're that child, right? His name is Li Cheng, isn't it?"

The young man spoke with some surprise, while the boy, hearing his name called, raised his head in a daze and looked at the young man.

"Uh, well, I, ah, anyway, hello, I'm Jiang Jie."

Seeing the boy's lifeless appearance, the young man seemed a little flustered. He introduced himself in a slurred manner, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, he took out a hard candy with a red and white wrapper from his pocket and stuffed it into the boy's pocket.

"Here, have this candy. Anyway... good luck."

Leaving behind these ambiguous words, Jiang Jie quickly left, leaving the boy still standing there, not yet realizing what had happened.

Keep it up...

Beautiful things are like a beautifully painted canvas, intoxicating and comforting, yet so easily torn apart and destroyed.

For the boy, the carefree past that once existed has been completely torn apart.

He became quiet and withdrawn, no longer enjoying running around and playing, nor shouting loudly. More often than not, he would simply stay quietly in a corner, as if pondering something, or perhaps just daydreaming.

Every night, he would start to feel anxious. The boy developed an instinctive fear of completely dark rooms and places without light. His uncle had to buy a nightlight so that there would be a sliver of light in the room at night, preventing the boy from suffering from insomnia.

His uncle's family treated the boy very well. Whether it was his seemingly imposing uncle, his gentle aunt, or his older sister, who was three years his senior but still seemed quite childlike, this family of three wholeheartedly embraced the boy, caring for him as if he were their own son. The boy could clearly feel this tenderness and was sincerely grateful.

However, what is lost cannot be filled in this way.

The boy continued his training, following the methods his mother had instructed. His uncle, seeing this, inquired about the boy's wish and began to guide him. In the process, the boy's body began to grow stronger.

Most of the time, the boy would quietly stay by himself. He began to enjoy reading, from epic tales to complex theoretical works, whether to pass the time or to cultivate a genuine interest was unclear. His uncle was very supportive, buying a considerable number of books and piling them up in the house, regardless of whether the boy could understand them.

Meanwhile, because of the stark difference between the boy's behavior and interests and those of other children his age, he began to be seen as a "weirdo" by the other kids, and was ostracized and rejected. Of course, the boy himself was happy with this situation. But the adults in the neighborhood, after learning about the child, especially his background, inevitably had their own opinions and comments. Occasionally, the innocent children would overhear what the adults said.

So one morning, the weather was gloomy and it looked like it was about to rain. The boy, who had finished his morning run, was running home when he was stopped by two boys who were two years older than him.

"Hey, weirdo! Why do you run every day?"

A child, a head taller than the boy and with many pockmarks on his face, puffed out his cheeks, stepped forward, and stood in front of the boy, speaking loudly.

The boy ignored him and walked straight past the two people in front of him.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, are you deaf?"

Seeing that the other boy was ignoring him, the taller boy immediately became dissatisfied. The shorter boy next to him immediately shouted loudly and stepped forward to grab the boy's shoulder.

The boy's eyes widened as he reached out to grab the boy, feeling as if he were gripping a sheet of iron. The boy, though seemingly thin, had skin and flesh beneath his clothes that felt as hard as steel, making the boy's fingers ache. The boy, however, easily shook off the boy's hand with a slight sway of his shoulder.

"you!"

The tall boy was even angrier at the sight, but he wasn't stupid and knew that the boy was definitely not easy to deal with. For a moment, he didn't dare to go forward and just stood there with an expression that said, "Oh, I'm so angry."

"..."

There was no answer. The boy simply turned his head and glanced at the two children expressionlessly. But that single look was enough to make the two much taller children take two steps back in fear. Seemingly having lost all interest in the two, the boy turned his head and continued walking forward.

"Tsk, what an arrogant bastard."

The tall boy finally couldn't take it anymore. He looked angrily at the boy walking away, and then suddenly shouted.

"Hey, weirdo, I heard your mom died?"

The boy stopped in his tracks.

"I heard from my mom and aunt that your mom was robbed in her home, raped, and then murdered. Is that true?"

Seeing that the other party had responded, the smug child then shouted loudly.

"My mom also said that the reason your mom was raped is because she's too promiscuous. She said that a woman who has lost her husband would seduce men everywhere, which is why she attracted men. She also said that your mom must have enjoyed it so much, maybe even to the point of dying from pleasure. Is that true?"

"Hey, talk to me! I heard from my mom that you were home at the time, right? She said you watched the whole thing. Is that true? Was your mom really excited? Did she scream?"

The tall boy spoke loudly, drawing curious glances from passersby who turned to look at him, unsure of what was happening. The boy's body began to tremble slightly, which emboldened the tall boy. He laughed loudly, recalling his mother's conversation with several relatives about the boy's mother, and then uttered more offensive and offensive words.

Then, what the tall boy saw was a fist rapidly enlarging before his eyes, a world spinning at breakneck speed, and before he lost consciousness, the boy's ferocious, demonic expression—an expression he would never forget for the rest of his life.

"No! You're insulting my mother!"

The boy's chilling words, like those of a vengeful ghost, became the tall child's greatest nightmare.