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

……

The boy's life went on, and if there was any difference from before, besides the training becoming more arduous, it was probably that the children around him were starting to be afraid of him and dared not approach him.

For these kids, beating a boy a head taller than themselves to the point of serious injury and hospitalization was a terrifying achievement. Although they loved to tease those who didn't fit in, they weren't suicidal. As a result, the boy began to be distanced from them even more.

For the boy, who already had little in common with these immature kids, this was naturally a welcome development. After a night of nightmares, the boy could no longer be the same as these children, and naturally, he could no longer fit in with them. In fact, the boy had begun to look down on the other children his age.

Hmph, they're all childish and boring, I don't want to play with them!

With this firm belief, the boy continued his solo training journey.

(A blonde girl sneezed in a gap and wondered why she sneezed.)

The boy's uncle was the captain of the town's special police unit. At first, he didn't quite understand the significance of this position. He only knew that his uncle often left early and returned late, sometimes not coming home for several days in a row. Whenever he was away from home for several days in a row, his usually gentle aunt and sister would become worried and anxious, something that puzzled the boy for a long time.

It wasn't until one day at noon, when his uncle came back hobbling back with a cane, that he finally learned what kind of work his serious uncle actually did.

That was the first time he had ever seen his gentle aunt and uncle argue so fiercely.

"You just have to keep doing that job, and you won't be satisfied until one day you leave and leave us, mother and son, behind, right?"

"No, no, don't worry. Look, I'm back perfectly fine, aren't I?"

"Ha, you're back. So why is your right leg wrapped up? To cover up heat rash?"

"..."

Afterwards, the boy heard from his sister that his uncle had suffered a severe injury to his right leg. Although he recovered thanks to the powerful medical technology of the Huaxia Alliance, he was left with lasting aftereffects. From that day on, whenever it rained, if his uncle was at home, the boy could hear his suppressed, painful breathing, one breath after another, accompanied by the low patter of raindrops.

"I cannot leave my post now."

The uncle refused his aunt's tearful request.

"As you know, the fighting outside is already very intense, so we absolutely cannot afford to be in disarray internally. The fact that I'm injured only proves how serious the situation is. Don't worry, I'll be in charge of the paperwork for a while and won't be going out on assignments anymore, so there's no danger."

"Then wait until your leg heals before going to your death?"

My aunt cried and looked at my uncle with resentment.

“…You know what problems it would cause for the work if I really left,” the uncle sighed, looking at his aunt with a light smile, “I still have the ability now, so I have no reason to back down. This is to protect everyone, and it is also to protect you.”

The conversation that day wasn't pleasant; the uncle was slapped at least seven or eight times by his aunt, but strangely, he didn't retaliate at all. The boy hid in a corner, listening to his uncle's words, feeling both confused and enlightened. With this strange feeling in mind, a few days later, when his aunt wasn't around, he slipped away to his uncle's side.

"So, what exactly is it that you find strange?"

Hearing the boy's words, the uncle also frowned.

"I don't know how to answer such a vague and casual question. You should at least tell me what you're thinking."

"I do not know either……"

The boy was somewhat distressed by his rusty narrative skills, which had become rusty due to a lack of long-term interaction with others. He thought for a moment, then looked up and asked:

"What exactly does my uncle do for a living?"

"Well, it's basically about helping everyone solve various difficulties and maintaining order. And if a bad guy appears, I have to catch him and prevent him from harming others. That's about it."

"Isn't that the same as the Special Sciences?"

"Haha, the enemies that the Special Division has to face are far beyond what my small-town police force can compare to. However, in terms of the nature of the work, they are indeed not that different."

So, my uncle's job is like that of a special agent?

The boy thought with some surprise, but he couldn't help but recall the day his uncle returned home injured, and the expression and actions of his aunt crying and scolding him.

"If Uncle is doing the same thing as the special agents, then he should be a hero, a righteous person. Why would Aunt oppose him?"

After thinking for a while, the boy raised his question.

"...Ah, this question is quite troublesome for me to explain to a child."

Seemingly expecting the boy to ask such a question, the uncle gave a wry smile, then revealed a thoughtful look.

"Cheng, you aspire to special science, right?"

"Uncle asked the question."

"...Well, probably."

The boy replied somewhat uncertainly.

"So, do you admire those heroic figures?"

After thinking for a moment, the uncle changed the question.

“Yes, because they are very good,” the boy answered affirmatively this time. “I hope to be as good as them, as strong as them.”

Because if I were as strong as those people, I could change everything, and then...

"Haha, is that what you think? You're just like me in the past."

"uncle?"

"The reason I've reached this position is simple: I yearn for justice, want to protect the weak, and punish those who act recklessly. Whether it's theft, robbery, murder, or arson, I hope I can stop them, catch them, so that everyone can live in safety and happiness. Do you understand this reason, Cheng?"

"Ok!"

I understand, of course I understand. That was exactly the kind of ideal he initially aspired to and hoped for.

"Not bad, that's a very strong answer. It seems you're a lot like me," Uncle said with a rare cheerful smile, but then he became serious again. "However, such desires can sometimes hurt the people around you, do you understand?"

Will it hurt those around you?

The boy paused, unsure of what his uncle was trying to say.

"If a close friend of yours gets hurt, would you feel heartbroken?"

Seeing that the boy didn't quite understand, the uncle changed his approach.

"meeting."

Although he didn't seem to have any close friends, the boy answered honestly.

"So here's the problem: the idea of ​​wanting to be a champion of justice means you'll encounter a lot of enemies. When fighting these people, getting hurt is always unavoidable. Just like you'd worry and feel sorry for a friend who's hurt, my aunt would feel sorry for me if I got hurt. It's something that can't be avoided."

"But Uncle, you're still continuing your work."

"Yes, because I simply can't give up on my dreams."

"What a strange statement," the boy thought to himself, unaware of the faint smile that unconsciously crept onto the corner of his mouth.

A righteous... partner?

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Section 203, Chapter Six: The Dream of Growing Up

The warm sunlight gently shone on the boy's face. Feeling the gradually warming touch, the boy yawned and slowly sat up from the bed.

Taking off his pajamas, revealing his lean and muscular body, the young man changed his clothes and quickly got out of bed. He walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and golden sunlight streamed in, causing him to squint. It took him a while to adjust to the light from outside.

The boy is sixteen years old and a B-level martial artist. He doesn't like drinking black tea.

From his aloofness and withdrawal in childhood to his current teenage years, the boy has grown considerably, and the coldness in his eyes has faded somewhat. It can be said that the boy has somewhat regained a sunny and cheerful personality.

He made his bed, washed up, and did some basic exercise. The boy walked to the living room balcony, silently gazing at the towering buildings outside.

"Cheng, are you ready?"

The gray-haired uncle appeared behind the boy and asked calmly.

"Of course," the boy smiled confidently, "this time, I will definitely pass the test, no, I will definitely get the best grade in the test!"

The man, who was his uncle, was the strongest martial artist in town, but he had only reached the C-level. However, under his tutelage, the boy reached the strength of a B-level martial artist at the young age of sixteen, officially breaking through the limits of the human body.

The boy's physical potential was beyond the comprehension of even his well-informed uncle. But no matter how exceptional the boy's talent, the progress his uncle could offer had reached its limit. Now that the boy had completely surpassed his uncle, if he wanted to continue improving, he needed to venture into far greater horizons.

And the dream he longed to realize had reached its starting point.

As the Special Science Department that gathers the most and strongest superhuman power in the entire Huaxia Alliance, it must be a training base with the characteristics of an academy. And the Special Ability Academy is precisely such an institution.

Every year in early August, this organization conducts recruitment assessments nationwide. The qualification for application is achieving a level B assessment.

"I'm ready."

The boy said softly, then quickly turned around and went to eat breakfast when his aunt called him.

……

Inside the assessment arena, several simply dressed but all exuding a powerful aura gathered together, all intently watching a battle video from the arena.

The video is long and includes many battles, but without exception, they are all about a boy's battles against different enemies.

"Although they are still immature in many aspects, their practical skills are already quite impressive. It seems that some talented people will emerge from this year's graduating class."

Watching the video of the boy dodging a magician's flames and swiftly dashing in front of him to knock him unconscious with a punch to the face, a resolute-looking middle-aged man sighed and revealed a hint of pleasure.

"Not only that, this kid not only got first place in the combat assessment, but also scored almost full marks in academic knowledge. In other words, he got first place in both areas in this assessment."

Another young man, who was also staring at the screen, reminded him, expressing the same deep emotion.

"Are you kidding me? Usually, aren't all the people who sign up for our academy a bunch of illiterate fighters?" an older woman joked. "And this time, an intellectual has appeared?"

The examiners' astonishment contrasted perfectly with the boy's calm yet powerful performance in the video. Regardless of the boy's own thoughts, the boy, who achieved first place in both academics and martial arts in the Special Ability Academy's entrance exam, had already become a hot topic of discussion even before enrolling.

……

"cheers!"

In a steaming hot pot restaurant in the city, a boy sat at a table with his uncle's family, laughing heartily and clinking glasses.

"To Cheng's first place and his future, cheers!"

"cheers!"

The uncle, once known for his sharp and ruthless demeanor, was now a middle-aged man. The sharpness that once shone on his face had vanished, replaced by a calm indifference. He smiled as he raised his glass, sincerely wishing the young man a bright future. The young man, in turn, raised his glass of juice and clinked it with his uncle's.

There was no way around it; in the Huaxia Alliance, one had to be eighteen years old to drink alcohol, and the boy was still two years short of adulthood. Therefore, his uncle was adamant about not allowing him to drink. As for cigarettes, his uncle had even threatened to break his legs if he dared to touch them.

In some matters, the uncle was quite strict with the boy.