As the alarm sounded, a group of people wearing heavy protective gear rushed to the door, ready to risk their lives to break in and examine Mephisto.

The general's life is more precious than theirs. Even if the mental breakdown of a top-tier alpha brings devastating damage, they must prioritize ensuring the general's survival.

Mephius ignored the maintenance workers who surrounded him, not because he was indifferent to their help, but because everyone knew that everyone was just doing what they were supposed to do.

This is the style of the Interstellar Federation Forces.

Even when Mephisto's mental energy was in turmoil, he was still tightly gripping the small phone in his hand. This thing that he could hold onto tightly seemed to be the only comfort he had in his distress.

On Mephisto's phone, the game had started automatically at some point, waking the sleeping cub. The cub was now anxiously tapping the screen and calling out for its father.

But as before, his father hid him in the room, like putting a glass dome over a delicate rose, shielding his son within his protective sphere.

The little QQ character was so angry that it sulked on the screen and even shed tears for a while. Finally, the little guy's tuft of hair twitched a few times, and he puffed out his cheeks, trying to stand on tiptoe to touch his father's fingers holding the edge of the phone.

The next second, Mephisto's mental strength immediately dropped.

Even the logistics personnel who came to inspect the equipment were stunned. They couldn't help but ask Mephius:

"What inhibitor did you use this time?"

Mephius kept his head down, appearing quite indifferent to those around him.

"Didn't you switch my inhibitors?"

"But, but..." The inhibitor we switched to is simply not enough to suppress your mental power surge!

The logistics personnel were speechless. All they could take away was the data from this Mephius riot and the inhibitor he was using, to study back and see if there were any differences.

Mephisto was finally able to quietly experience the calming force that had been present in his mind.

Soft, comfortable, and relaxing, it felt like lying in a fluffy embrace, everything was light and airy. Mephisto hadn't experienced such a positive feeling in a long time.

He was tormented by mental stress almost every day, whether mild or severe.

Moreover, he smelled a comforting scent, like sweet cream but not sticky, and like milk but not heavy.

Mephisto sensed an even greater hunger, a desire to relentlessly exploit and demand until he had tasted the sweetness of it all.

Mephius turned his head and saw that the warning light on the collar had turned green, indicating a stable state.

But why did his hunger increase instead of decrease?

Mephisto couldn't help but think of the round little figure in the game, who looked like a tiny bean when you poked him in front of him. If he were real, he would probably taste like a mini cake.

Mephisto is back online. The cub is still curled up in the blankets sleeping, but it has changed from its previous obedient sleeping position to having its back to Mephisto, and it has also covered the blanket over its head so that Mephisto can't see a single hair of the cub.

Mephisto didn't realize that this was the child's sulking. When he checked on the cub as usual, he found that the cub's mood had changed to (angry) and its health condition had changed to (tired).

This little rascal, he sneaked out to play while he was away?

But why get angry if I play secretly?

Mephius was completely baffled, and in the end, he could only seek help anonymously on the forum:

"How do I soothe the cub when it's angry? It looks exhausted; it's like this after just one night's sleep. Is there a bug in the system?"

People rushed over to see what was going on. They were all players who were still playing the game. Even if the baby was asleep, they could stay by the baby's side and watch the baby fall asleep.

"Angry? And now you're exhausted? You didn't forget to feed the baby, did you?"

"It shouldn't be feeding. If the baby hadn't eaten, there should still be a hunger bar displayed. This lousy guy probably didn't let the baby sleep, which is why the baby feels tired."

"Goodness gracious! This bro's planning to kill himself, huh? Don't worry, bro, we're coming to blow up your house! Anyone who doesn't treat their kid well doesn't deserve to play this game!"

Mephisto had no choice but to paste a screenshot of the cub's panel.

"This is a screenshot of feeding the cub [image] [image], it's eating a croissant. This is a screenshot of the cub falling asleep, its status is confirmed to be asleep, and its body is healthy. I exited the game after I saw it fall asleep."

After Mephisto posted a message and a screenshot, the forum fell into a brief silence.

"Wait...why is your cub's affection level so high? And why is it in such a good mood? This game doesn't even have a way to recharge, and there's only a little bit of daily storyline so far. Are you an investor in the game?"

Mephisto didn't answer. He wasn't the client of the game designers, but he was almost in a similar position.

Everywhere in this game is designed to give him a huge advantage.

The cubs are more vibrant and adorable in his presence than in front of others. Like a shy and reserved child visiting someone else's home, only with their father can they be the most affectionate and cuddly child.

Mephius promptly deleted the forum post, cleaned up the backend data, and strengthened his firewall.

At this point, Mephius still hadn't found a way to soothe the cubs, so he could only send the message to his adjutant:

"Do you have a kid?"

The adjutant, who was resting, was immediately jolted awake by these words.

He sent a video call to Mephisto, and only after seeing that his general was unharmed and did not appear to be poisoned did the adjutant breathe a sigh of relief.

"General, I have no children. I joined your corps as soon as I graduated from military academy and have been your adjutant ever since. How could I have time to take care of children?"

Mephius fell silent, but after much thought, he couldn't find a suitable candidate, so he could only continue asking his adjutant:

How should I comfort my child if they are angry?

The adjutant almost screamed, but he managed to hold it in thanks to his exceptional professionalism.

"General, if it's a child, I have several younger siblings at home, so I'm quite experienced in taking care of children. Sometimes children get angry for no reason. They care about things differently than adults. Just buy them some toys or treats and they'll be fine."

Mephius fell silent.

He looked at the cub, who had curled up into a ball like a dumpling, and thought the adjutant's words were feasible, but for some reason, he felt that the cub seemed even angrier.