Chapter 23

Grandpa’s weapons research laboratory was Tang Bai’s childhood paradise.

The weapons research room in his memory was huge, so big that it was a universe of its own. The silver-grey walls were painted with starry sky paint according to his preference, and the cold floor was covered with his favorite thick wool carpet.

He liked to run around barefoot in the weapons laboratory, and liked to stand on tiptoe and reach out to touch the weapons in the floating balls.

Those weapons feel cold to the touch, with sharp lines and monotonous colors, combining extreme mechanical aesthetics with violent aesthetics. Each one is suspended in a glowing floating ball, like endless planets in the vast universe.

After turning off the lights, the starry sky oil paint will emit a starry glow. Tang Bai likes to lie on the soft wool carpet and look at the "starry sky" that his grandfather built for him.

Grandpa said that at the beginning of the universe, there were only two elements, hydrogen and helium. Then more elements were produced by nuclear fusion reactions of stars. Heavy metal elements such as gold came from supernova explosions. The gold mines they saw were actually the glory of a planet billions of years ago.

Tang Bai happily picked up the pure gold longevity locket around his neck and said in a baby voice, "So am I wearing the stars on my body?!"

However, after the child put on the omega necklace, he never said anything stupid about wearing stars on his body again.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar laboratory, Tang Bai looked a little dazed. The display from his childhood was still in front of him, but there were more weapons on the shelves, densely stacked together. Only the first row of the shelves was particularly empty, with only a simple butterfly robot on it.

Compared with other weapons in the weapons laboratory, this butterfly robot is out of place. Its production method is simple and its color scheme is dreamy, a unique pink and purple color.

It is as beautiful as an ornament. It is the first and only mimicry robot that Grandpa Tang taught Tang Bai to make.

At the age of six, Tang Bai is already capable of making a mimicry robot independently, and his grandfather asked Tang Bai to choose an animal as his direction.

Tang Bai has so many favorite animals. He likes kittens, rabbits, puppies, birds...

Why are there so many cute things in the world? Why hasn’t anyone put bunny ears on mech helmets? Why hasn’t anyone thought of making battle computers meow when they start up? Why hasn’t anyone painted Star Wars pink?

He had so many whys, and his grandfather told him helplessly that no one had ever done this before.

So Tang Bai raised his finger proudly and swore to this boring world: "Then I will be the first weapon manufacturing master to do this~"

A beautiful butterfly landed on his fingertips. Perhaps the butterfly mistook the rose-shaped optical ring for a real flower, or perhaps it was because Tang Bai smelled so sweet.

It is a pink butterfly.

Tang Bai happily decided to make a butterfly mimicry robot.

Under the guidance of his grandfather, he drew the design, used his own small treasury to buy the raw materials, and successfully made the butterfly robot with the company of his grandfather.

After he finished, he deliberately controlled the butterfly robot to fly towards his mother, and then praised his mother for her good fragrance, which attracted all the butterflies.

He and his grandfather chose an iron rack together. His grandfather said that this rack was bought specially for him, and he would put each completed work on the rack in the future.

That was originally an agreement between them...

Tang Bai reached out to take the floating butterfly robot. When he was a child, he always felt that the iron shelf was so high that he needed to move a small ladder to reach the top, and it would take a long time to fill the shelf.

But now he just raised his hand lightly and touched the top floor, just like when he looked around the weapons research room, he found that it was not as big as he remembered.

Tang Bai walked slowly towards the workbench. When he was almost there, he was almost tripped by something. He looked down and saw it was a small stool.

It is a small stool that belonged exclusively to Xiao Tangbai in the past.

Because the weapon crafting table is too high, little Tang Bai has to stand on a small stool to reach the crafting table.

At that time, grandpa would nervously hold him, afraid that he would fall and hit his butt.

But now he no longer needs this small stool.

Tang Bai stood in front of the wide and elongated weapons production table, his nostalgic eyes flowing over the bending press, electric railing locking rod, intelligent cantilever beam... one by one.

These high-precision tools are hard to find on the market, and for many years Tang Bai could only buy some low-end substitutes to satisfy his craving for them.

he......

In fact, he had dreamed countless times that he was a master weapons maker.

Turn cold metal into bullets that penetrate the enemy's chest, build a magnificent battleship that can accommodate the souls of the predecessors, and inherit the weapons research institute that embodies the life's work of the grandfather.

He will be a respected weapons maker with a metal soul who will go down in history.

His innovations could change the entire era of weapons, his will could shake the war situation between the Federation and the Empire. With one order from him, the huge weapons research institute would immediately start operating, wrapped in the thunder of thousands of jin to split the long night of the Empire -

He had dreamed of these magnificent and splendid scenes countless times.

His fingertips slid across each cold tool, his movements so gentle that he was afraid of disturbing a dream.

Tang Bai gently picked up the long-unused mechanical clamp and found an old photo pressed by the clamp. The edge of the photo was dull and frayed, as if it had been frequently rubbed.

In the photo, a kind old man is holding a three or four-year-old child in his arms, standing in front of the towering silver-gray weapons research institute.

They looked like ordinary grandparents who came here to take photos and check in. Both the old and the young were smiling brightly.

——"Tangtang, this is Grandpa's weapons research institute. I'll let Tangtang take over from now on, okay?"

——"Then I'm going to paint it pink!"

After a while, a tear fell on the photo.

"Dad, shall I call Tangtang out?" Mother Tang asked softly when she saw that Grandpa Tang looked unhappy.

Grandpa Tang silently watched Tang Bai working in the laboratory. In a trance, he seemed to see the pink ball who stood on a small stool and declared that he would fill the entire shelf with his works.

At first, he thought it was an alpha grandson, an alpha grandson who perfectly inherited his talent for weapon making.

His name is Tang Rong, a weapons manufacturing master who has gone down in history.

During the Confederate Rebellion, he was known for his amazing talent for weapons manufacturing. He alone produced one-third of the munitions used by the Confederate Rebellion.

The Federation was very poor, and one energy crystal had to be broken into two pieces for use. For this reason, he developed a low-energy combat mecha.

The federation was in great need of talent, and the number of high-tech personnel could be counted on one hand. For this reason, he taught thousands of students throughout his life.

The Empire called him a mobile arsenal, and his head was worth a hereditary title. The Empire tried every possible means to kill him, while the Federation tried desperately to protect him, leaving the Empire with nowhere to go.

During those war-torn years, his assistant always stayed by his side, taking care of his work and life.

She was a female beta, taciturn, gentle and kind, thin and not stunning in appearance, but he thought she was very beautiful.

They are together.

Without a proposal, a wedding, or even a single "I love you," his wife willingly married him.

Because of his special status, she couldn't even call herself Mrs. Tang.

His wife adored him, loved him, and regarded him as a hero. Although he was always busy with work and devoted almost all his time and energy to the Federation, his wife had no complaints.

The fertility rate of beta is very low, and they only have one child when they are forty years old.

Late that night, his wife had a severe stomachache. She went to the hospital alone, moving gently so as not to wake up the sleeping child, in order not to disturb him at work.

Naturally, it did not alarm him who was working at his desk.

Many times after that, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he wanted to drag out the work-focused self and give him a good beating.

His wife was captured by the Empire, and a traitor appeared in the Federation, who revealed his home address and his wife's information.

The Empire knew that he loved his wife and tried to kidnap her to force him to betray the Federation, and then...

In order not to embarrass him, his wife chose to commit suicide.

He devoted his life to the service of the Union.

His wife devoted her life to him.

His wife left behind only one child.

His wife said she wanted their children to be heroes like him.

He tried very hard to teach his child, forced the child to study mechanics hard, and forced the child to give up his dream of doing business. His child was very miserable. His child tried so hard to study, but could never do well.

He had been forcing the kid for twenty years. The kid was almost driven crazy and wanted to jump off the building and sever the father-son relationship with him.

The sentence that hurt him the most was what the child said: If my mother were still alive, she would definitely not force me like this!

Is that so?

Is that so?

His wife's figure appeared in front of his eyes. Her amber eyes, soaked with tears, looked at him tenderly, and then she smiled and cried.

When they went to get their marriage certificate, she laughed and cried in the same way.

A marriage certificate, which reads "Whether in good times or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, I will always love you, cherish you, and be loyal to you, forever and ever."

She fulfilled her oath with her life.

He didn't even have time to say "I love you".

He was always busy with work and career, and had no time to take care of his wife or their children. When he regretted and wanted to make amends, there was a gap between life and death between them.

He is tired.

Looking at the child who hated him, he trembled and let go of his hand.

His children went into business as they wished. They had a good business sense and became business tycoons.

Then he had a grandson.

His grandson has the same amber eyes as his wife. His grandson has the same amazing talent for weapon making as him, and is even better than his father.

He invested so much effort in this grandson, and he thought he could finally fulfill his late wife's last wish, but it seemed that God was playing a joke on him.

This is an omega grandson.

He always knew that Tang Bai was excellent, but he also knew that such excellence should not appear in an omega. Being eccentric would attract criticism, and the path to becoming a top weapons maker was too difficult.

On the day the results came out, he and his son had a huge quarrel.

He said disappointedly that Tang Bai could not inherit his legacy.

His son pointed at his nose and cursed: "Dad! Even if my son is an omega, he can live a good life! I will work hard to make money to give him a large dowry! I will let him have a happier life than anyone else in the world! Please don't sigh in front of Tangtang, okay? Please don't regard inheriting your property as the most important thing in a child's life, okay?! Not everyone wants to live according to your ideal life!!!"

He owed his son too much, because his son's life was ruined by him.

His son said that it is up to Tangtang to choose his own future path and no one should interfere.

But he rejected his son's suggestion.

He locked himself in the weapons research room for a day and a night. He kept thinking that the path to becoming a top weapons maker was so difficult and dangerous. The war between the Federation and the Empire never stopped, and the hunt for weapons makers never stopped. As an omega, if Tang Bai took this path, it would be more difficult than a normal alpha.

He needs to work dozens of times harder and be dozens of times better than Alpha to shut up the public and stop the attacks from both sides.

Tang Bai should have had a stable and happy life. He would grow up without worries, get married without worries, have a bunch of children in the future, and live an easy life.

Why choose a thorny path?

He has already made his son hate him, so is he going to make his grandson hate him too?

So he chose to seal everything up. He hoped that Tang Bai could live a life of ease, happiness and joy, without having to bear the heavy expectations of an old man like him, without having to suffer the accusations of other people in society, and without having to worry about his life in the future.

He is a failed husband, a failed father, and in the end will he be a failed grandfather?

He told himself that it was right to let Tang Bai become a carefree omega. He did not tell Tang Bai why and just rudely took away all the mechanical toys.

He thought he was doing the right thing.

Just like he once thought it was right to force his son to study mechanics.

He just thought.

If he had asked Tang Bai's wishes at the beginning and truly understood Tang Bai's hobbies, would everything be different?

It turned out that his son was right to scold him. From the beginning to the end, he was an old man who didn't care about other people's feelings and acted on his own.

His cloudy eyes stared quietly at the figures operating in the weapons laboratory, his vision blurred by tears, and in a trance he seemed to see the figure of his wife.

She opened her lips slightly as she pressed the secret self-destruct button.

——"I am dull, cynical, inconsiderate, and I won't have time to take care of you in the future. Are you sure you want to be with me?"

——"I know. I love you."

In the last moments of her life, she said I love you.

"Dad?" Mother Tang was frightened by the sight of Grandpa Tang crying. She had never seen Grandpa Tang cry before, and she was so scared that her hands were shaking slightly as she handed him the tissue.

Oh my god! My sweetheart made my old man so angry! He cried!

"I, I'll call him out now!"

"No need, since he likes it, let him do it." Grandpa Tang hunched his back, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Tang's mother trembled as she took out the quick-acting heart-saving pills, ready to deliver the medicine at any time.

Grandpa Tang waved his hand and sat on the sofa in silence. Mother Tang didn't dare to say anything either, so she could only send a message to Father Tang: "Husband! Tangtang entered Dad's weapons research room by herself. Dad seemed to be mad at Tangtang and cried! What should I do now!"

After waiting for most of the day, her husband who was busy with work did not reply to the message. Tang's mother was very anxious. At this moment, the lights in the weapons laboratory dimmed, and Tang Bai walked out of the weapons laboratory with a beautiful "butterfly" resting on his fingertips.

Grandpa Tang's eyes suddenly became sharp. He stared at the modified butterfly robot, and his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

He originally thought that all these years would delay Tang Bai and waste Tang Bai's amazing talent for weapon making, but the freshly-made work before him was a reflection of Tang Bai's real strength!

Tang's mother didn't know how to judge the quality of a weapon with her naked eyes. She just felt that Tang Bai in front of her suddenly became unfamiliar and very different from before, but she couldn't tell where this difference came from.

"Tangtang, what are you going to do?" Tang's mother asked cautiously.

Tang Bai, who was bending over to look for a sack, heard this and said softly, "Hit someone."

Tang's mother: "......?!"

My son is rebellious! It breaks my heart! Oh my god, I am going to cry because of Tangtang too!!!

Tang Bai found a discarded bag and was about to go out when he was suddenly stopped by an old voice.

"Sugar."

Tang Bai stopped where he was. He moved his fingers that were gripping the sack, stiffened his neck and didn't turn around. He could guess what his grandfather was going to say, the "omega rules" that made his ears rub, the shackles that were put on him layer by layer -

"You like mechanics, don't you?"

Tang Bai clenched his fists and said sullenly, "Is it not possible?"

Is it not possible?

Can't I like Palulu and weapon manufacturing at the same time? Can't I live according to my preferences? Can't I punish bad people with laws and violence?

I don't want to lose the right to choose my future because of my gender when I'm only 20 years old. Now I'm not afraid of failure, but I'm afraid of what I could have done.

Then he heard Master Tang's trembling response: "Of course you can."

"As long as you like it, just go for it. No matter what you do, I'll be there to back you up."

I will post the article tomorrow, so I will update it early today. I will draw 300 little angels who leave comments in this chapter to give out red envelopes. I wish you all a happy reading~

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