Chapter 1006 Growing Up (Jiaojiao VS Godfather)
The year 2122 AD marked his eighth year here.
He finally found the child who had infected his blood on the hillside that day.
It was supposed to be the woman wearing the ring who scratched him, but for some reason, the energy in his blood was absorbed by the child in the woman's womb.
This is the only human to have survived absorbing the energy of the K93 galaxy.
He brought her back to the medical pod with the intention of conducting research.
The little girl was tiny, soaked to the bone, and her big, dark eyes looked at him warily yet curiously.
This is a beautiful young girl with an unusually calm demeanor.
However, being a child after all, she maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, but her little fists were clenched tightly at her sides.
"Lie down," he said, pointing to the cold, hard operating table.
The little girl gazed at him for a long time before finally lying down obediently.
He put on sterile gloves and began to draw blood from her, collect hair samples, and perform a series of electrocardiogram and electroencephalogram (EEG) tests.
The little girl was very cooperative and quiet throughout the process, and she didn't resist at all even when the needle was inserted into her vein.
"Doesn't it hurt?" he asked.
She shook her head.
This little bit of pain is nothing.
"Come here, go eat something," he said casually, taking off his gloves.
The little girl jumped off the platform, stared at his retreating figure, and asked blankly, "My clothes are wet, do you have any spare clothes?"
Of course not... there isn't one that would suit you.
He tossed her one of his pajamas and pointed to the bathroom.
The little girl took her clothes into the washroom and came out about 15 minutes later.
Her hair was wet, and she exuded a chilling aura. The oversized pajamas she wore hung loosely on her petite frame, almost touching the ground.
He glanced at her, frowned, and said, "No hot water?"
The little girl's eyes widened in surprise: "Is...is there hot water?"
Yes, it does, but the Imperial Marshal is used to taking cold showers, so he turned off the hot water function.
It was his oversight.
Having never raised children, never been close to anyone, and forgotten that the people here have a different constitution than those in the K93 star system.
But this girl is strange, doesn't she want it?
How has she managed these past few years?
Is it okay to take a cold shower?
Dinner consisted of bland steak, provided by the medical pod.
The stools provided with the dining table were very high, and the little girl struggled for a long time before finally managing to sit on one, which made her sweat profusely in the process.
Even so, he never heard her ask him for help.
In the end, he had to lift her onto the stool.
She handled the knife and fork rather clumsily, but ate with great relish.
His movements were slow and deliberate, exuding an elegance reminiscent of ancient nobility.
Then he noticed that the little girl was imitating him, straightening her little back and doing things in a very serious manner, even mimicking his habitual gesture of folding his handkerchief when wiping his mouth.
The test results came out the next day.
The amount of K93 galactic energy in her blood is too high; she shouldn't be so calm.
He had seen others infected with his blood, and they either died or suffered a fate worse than death.
"Aren't you feeling unwell?" he asked.
"Hmm?" The little girl was gulping down water when she heard this. She looked up at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"
He said, “Physical discomfort? It’s very painful, burning, and my lungs feel hot, like a million ants are gnawing at my body.”
These were his observations gleaned from the few survivors; each person's experience was different.
"Hmm..." She thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook her head.
That's all.
She contracted the infection in the womb and has been living under these terrible torments since birth. She has never experienced a normal day in her life, and for her, "suffering" is probably the only normal thing to do.
Three days later, he went out and returned with a trace of his opponent's blood on his body.
She lost control.
...
When she woke up, she didn't remember the damage she had caused, but she couldn't find her water glass.
She probably understood something, because the first thing she said to him when she saw him was, "I'm not a little monster."
A month later, he brought her back to the organization.
In recent years, in order to better adapt to life here, he joined an organization called Kunpeng and became one of its assassins.
"Do you remember what you were going to call me?" he asked her.
She nodded and said obediently, "Godfather."
"How old are you, Godfather?" she asked him.
He gazed at the dark corridor, which resembled a gaping abyss, and said calmly, "Sixteen."
Converted to the age of the Earth, it would be approximately this number.
...
Gu Jiao displayed amazing talent within the organization.
At the age of thirteen, she acquired her own code name—Shadow.
This means she has finally become a full member of the organization.
She was no longer an eight-year-old girl who knew nothing. She knew that she was different from ordinary people. There seemed to be some strange and violent factors in her body that would go out of control when exposed to blood. It was incurable and could only be controlled.
At the age of fifteen, she received her first mission—to retrieve stolen intelligence.
There were eight people on the other side, and they were armed with a large number of firearms.
She wore a white knee-length dress, her waist was slender, and her long, black hair hung down smoothly and beautifully.
She had a clean and youthful face, with the purest and most lively spirit of a young girl.
She stood by the roadside, her hands behind her back, glancing at passing vehicles from time to time. Her pitiful appearance was enough to arouse any man's protective instincts.
Sure enough, a small truck loaded with goods stopped beside her.
The people in the car were her target.
She thought she was acting alone, unaware that a man in a black trench coat was watching her intently from a tall building in the distance.
The man had a cold and stern look, with a sharp gaze. One hand was in the pocket of his trench coat, and the other held a sniper rifle.
Her acting was terrible; her smile was completely off, and she quickly gave herself away. In the end, she had to force her way through.
She kicked the man lying on the ground with a bruised and swollen face, pouted, and said disdainfully, "He's not tough at all."
She turned and left, carrying with her the day's achievements.
After walking about thirty or forty meters, a man who had fainted on the ground suddenly woke up. He drew his sidearm from his waist and pointed it menacingly at Gu Jiao's back.
However, before he could pull the trigger, the man upstairs swiftly raised his silenced sniper rifle and, without even opening the scope, blew him in the head!
Just then, a large, rumbling truck sped past Gu Jiao, the loud rumble masking the sound of bullets whistling through the air.
Gu Jiao was completely unaware of the perilous situation she was in. When she arrived at the agreed location, the Godfather's black pickup truck was already waiting for her by the roadside.
"Hmm? The Godfather?"
She tilted her head, walked over in surprise, put her hands behind her back, bent her slender waist, and looked at him through the car window: "Isn't Cheetah here to pick me up?"
He rested one hand on the steering wheel and said expressionlessly, "He had an urgent mission and left first."
Gu Jiao: "Oh."
She opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.
He said calmly, "Seatbelt."
Gu Jiao obediently fastened her seatbelt, then showed him one of her spoils—a small metal box—and said with no small amount of pride, "All the data is in there, aren't I amazing?"
He gave a nonchalant "hmm" and started the car.
A gentle, warm breeze blew in, softly lifting her long, smooth, black hair. She turned to find something to eat in the back seat, a gesture that instantly brought the two of them closer.
The tips of her hair, exuding a girlish fragrance, brushed against his face.
It's slightly itchy.
...
Back at the organization, he told Gu Jiao, "Come over here in a bit, we need to draw blood."
"oh."
Gu Jiao goes to the medical ward to have her blood drawn every month. She's used to it and has never asked why.
The Imperial Marshal... should now be called the Godfather.
After the Godfather finished drawing blood from Gu Jiao, he went to perform instrument analysis.
The result was the same as before; the K93 energy substance had an extremely strong ability to replicate, and its concentration in the blood showed no signs of decreasing.
This is a very strange phenomenon, because ever since he came here, he has been in a state of constant depletion due to the inability to replenish the energy of the K93 galaxy. To put it simply, he will have a shorter lifespan than he did in the K93 galaxy.
However, the energy substance he needed could be replicated infinitely within her body.
He still can't explain why, but what is certain is that he can replenish his own lifespan by taking away her energy.
The stronger she is, the faster the energy substances in her body replicate, which is more beneficial for extending her lifespan.
"Godfather, dinner is ready! Today it's your favorite sweet and sour fish!"
She suddenly appeared at the door of the examination room, peeking in a cute little girl's head. Her eyes blinked as if they could speak.
She doesn't act like this with outsiders; she only lets her guard down in front of him.
He turned off the instrument without making a sound.
She was merely an experimental subject, an energy supply to extend his lifespan.
He will not develop any feelings for her.
...
During the meal, her phone lit up briefly.
He sat opposite her and glanced at her casually.
She picked it up and looked at it, then suddenly said to him, "I don't have any tasks this weekend, can I go out and have some fun? Someone asked me out."
He paused in his act of picking up rice: "Man or woman?"
Gu Jiao answered honestly, "Senior."
"No," he said calmly.
"Oh." Gu Jiao ate her food in silence.
He looked at her coldly: "Are you disappointed?"
"My senior said he would take me surfing, and I'm kind of looking forward to it." She was born different from normal people, and she had almost no friends. This was the first person to say he would take her out to play.
“And it’s not far,” she said. “It’s in Coastal City, less than a two-hour drive.”
He put down his chopsticks, slowly wiped his mouth with a napkin from the plate, and said, "Go if you want to."
The listless little quail suddenly raised its head, looking at him with renewed vigor: "Godfather, do you want to go?"
He said calmly, "No, that's childish."
Gu Jiao happily packed her things and went to the agreed location to meet her senior the next morning.
The Godfather went to the organization.
As soon as I entered, my assistant rushed towards me, looking very anxious, but I didn't see him.
In the past, he wouldn't have bothered with other people's business, but today he was probably bored, so he unusually asked, "What happened?"
The assistant was taken aback: "King? Ah, it's like this, a mission suddenly came from Coast City. It was originally supposed to be assigned to Cheetah, but I can't get in touch with him. That kid was probably out chasing girls again last night... I'm going to contact Black Hawk!"
"From Coast City?" he asked.
"Yes," the assistant replied.
He said casually, "No need to contact Black Hawk, I'll go."
Upon hearing this, the assistant was startled again: "Ah, but it's just a minor E-level mission..."
How long has it been since you took on a mission below S rank?
Jiaojiao [raising her little fists high]: Today is a day of freedom! Nobody's watching me! Even breathing feels like freedom!
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Task levels from lowest to highest: F, E, D, C, B, A, S.
(End of this chapter)
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