The cubs' pheromones are still very unstable, sometimes present and sometimes absent, like a kitten that keeps going online and offline. Sensing its parents calling from outside, it cautiously peeks out, sometimes its head, sometimes its tail, and sometimes its paw.

Mephisto's spiritual power gave him endless guidance and indulgence.

He was like a lazy tiger cat lying on the ground, watching his energetic cubs playfully playing with his tail, while he calmly guided them, not getting angry even when the cubs treated his tail like a cat toy.

Moreover, Mephisto's mental state was better than ever after exchanging pheromones with the cubs.

Mephisto even wanted to free himself from the limitations of his mechanical prosthetics, reattach them to his glands, regain 100% of his abilities, and go on a rampage on the battlefield.

In short, Mephisto was itching to get his hands dirty.

But with no battles to fight, Mephisto could only turn around and bite the cub hard on the face.

cub: ?!

The baby was comfortably rolling over in Mephisto's arms when his father suddenly attacked him, making his eyes widen in surprise.

Butler: "General, don't be so childish... You're a father now..."

Mephius, feigning ignorance, wiped the red mark from the cub's face and answered with a straight face:

"Um."

Even if Mephisto could rush to the battlefield in the next moment, he still couldn't leave.

Because his beloved cub was right beside him, he couldn't possibly feel at ease.

If only... they were here...

Mephius rarely thought like this, missing his aging relatives.

Alphas certainly don't stick to their families every day like cubs. They are more like comrades-in-arms or partners. They may fight or brawl with each other in normal times, but on the battlefield, they will always risk their lives for their loved ones and entrust their backs to them.

That trust born of blood allowed Mephius to thrive on the battlefield.

Although he has now grown to the point where he can lead an entire interstellar warship to victory on his own, he still misses those days.

The old house, where Mephius lived alone, was indeed too desolate.

Perhaps sensing Mephisto's emotions, the cub stopped paying attention to his pheromones running around and quietly crawled back into his father's arms, his small body wanting to hug his father.

He let his father lean against his chest.

"Daddy, don't suffer. Daddy can nestle against your baby's chest."

"Child, protect him!"

Mephisto looked at the child in his arms, his only child, his miracle and treasure, and for the first time, a tender expression appeared on his face.

"Dad swears that he will protect his baby with his life."

The cub hooked its finger around Mephisto's:

"Pinky promise! A pinky promise means you can't lie!"

Mephisto watched as his little finger hooked together with the cub's little finger, and he felt the warmth from his fingertips travel through his mechanical hand to his heart.

The cub, a magical baby, has the power to make anyone fall for his sweet words.

Mephius didn't blame himself for being captivated by the cub's azure eyes, for the cub was born with a magic that made people love him.

Mephius thought to himself, perhaps this was his destiny.

At their peak, they protect their cubs until the very end.

Mephius thus arrogantly and presumptuously took over the cub's entire life.

But even a general who makes such a vow is still a novice father who doesn't even know how to dress his cubs.

The baby asked his father to change his clothes, but the pajamas got stuck on the baby's head and couldn't be removed. Mephisto didn't even dare to use force, for fear of tearing the child.

Like a cub with a trumpet flower on its head, it turned around and decisively went to find the butler.

Mephius watched as the butler skillfully undressed and dressed the cub, and bathed him in the same way. The little cub, sitting in the bathtub and floating on the butler's hand, would freely paddle in the bathwater, as if he were about to swim at any moment.

But when Mephius thought he had figured it out and took the cub in his hands, he was so nervous that he didn't have time to lift the cub's head, and the cub choked on several mouthfuls of water.

The cub's wet hair clung to its face, and its eyes, which appeared even larger after being soaked in water, looked at him mistily, as if filled with condemnation.

Mephius fell silent.

He turned around and asked the housekeeper if there were any childcare courses he could take.

The butler adjusted his glasses and told Mephius, "General, if you were to enroll in a training course, they would probably move the training base overnight, fearing that you would treat their base as a traitor and try to wipe it out. So you should just stay home and take online classes."

So Mephius, holding the baby, attended parenting classes while the baby attended early childhood education classes.

Unfortunately, the early education classes that the cubs watched were only the Alpha family's Alpha early education classes. When the cubs were that age, their early education classes consisted of identifying various insectoids and starships in animation.

Fortunately, the little one wasn't afraid of bugs. Instead, he followed his father's hand and learned which part of the bug was the easiest to cut, which part was the most delicious, and which part was the prettiest and most suitable for making decorations.

The butler who passed by:

"General, please do not teach the cubs strange things!"

Mephius, on the other hand, was quite self-righteous:

"I'm teaching him how to live from now on."

The butler said helplessly:

"But adult omegas are only one-tenth as strong as lower-level alphas. The difference between the sexes is too great. Not to mention that omegas generally only grow to 1.7 or 1.8 meters tall, while alphas are usually 2 meters tall and have abnormal muscle density, which can break bulletproof glass with a single punch."

"General, alpha and omega cannot be generalized."

The cub didn't know what the butler and his father were arguing about; he only caught the key words:

"Little one, will you never grow as tall as Daddy?"

Faced with the cub's question, both shrewd men fell silent.

The cub looked at them without answering, its voice already trembling with tears:

"Little one, are you short?"

Seeing that the usually good-natured cub was about to cry, Mephisto immediately stood up and carried the cub on his shoulder.

The cub stopped crying when it saw a much higher vantage point than before.

From Dad's perspective, everything seems so incredibly small.

The little one has turned into a big cat again!

Baby, you're so big! Baby, you're so reliable!

The baby is so tall next to his dad!

The cub reached out and hugged its father's head, resting its little head on top of its father's hair, while its dangling feet swayed back and forth.

The cub said, "Daddy, look how tall we are!"

Mephius: "Hmm."

The little one said again, "Daddy, I've grown into a big baby! Can I eat two little cakes now?"

Mephius paused, not expecting the cub to have gone through such a long detour, only to find out it was waiting for him here.