Chapter 156 Three Years
Chapter 156 Three Years
Before we knew it, it was afternoon.
Exhausted, Loya took Vierlan to a restaurant outside for a big meal.
Then I went home and started to rest.
Vierlan, however, did not rest; perhaps it's because children have more energy.
Vierlan started studying and doing her homework.
After dark, Loya regained consciousness and took Vierlan out for dinner.
At this point, Villan needed to rest.
“Child, you have class tomorrow, you need to get some rest,” Loya said.
“But I’m not sleepy,” Villan said helplessly.
“Your feelings aren’t reliable,” Loya laughed. “Alright, go and rest.”
"From now on, you may not have time to rest properly."
Loya's last words left Vierlan puzzled: "Why?"
Loya explained, "This experience made me realize my own weakness. So, I'm going to train hard and lose all my fat."
A healthy and strong body has the ability to fight back when faced with danger. At the very least, a quick reaction time can allow one to escape.
Although the big fat guy was thick and muscular, his slow speed was a weakness that really annoyed Loya.
Besides, even in a world without extraordinary abilities, one can still protect oneself using other means.
Loya is already preparing to make self-defense clothing, or perhaps firearms, in secret.
Yes, his knowledge is very complex and diverse, and not all of it requires extraordinary power to utilize.
The lack of supernatural power does not mean he is completely useless.
Loya continued, "You also need to train a bit to become stronger."
While we do need him to help this child grow up safely, we cannot rely on him entirely.
After all, even the strongest support can crumble... and he is no longer the god-level being he once was; he cannot possibly take care of everything.
He couldn't possibly keep Vierlan by his side and protect her 24/7.
At this point, it would be good if Vierlan had some ability to protect herself.
"Ah, learn martial arts? That sounds interesting." Vierlan was somewhat surprised and also excited upon hearing this.
"Yes, more or less. But it's going to be tough. I hope you can stick with it." Loya looked at Villan earnestly.
Vierlan clenched her little fists. "Dad, don't worry, I'm sure I can learn and become a powerful female fighter. Then I can protect you."
Seeing this, Loya had no choice but to nod, feeling that this was truly a good child.
"Alright, go and rest." Loya rubbed Vierlan's head.
“Hmm,” Villan did not refuse this time.
...
Loya, however, did not go to rest.
After all, he had rested a bit during the day.
He went to the shop, took out some useful tools, and emptied and cleaned a room that hadn't been lived in for a long time.
"From now on, this will be your studio," Loya said breathlessly, wiping the sweat from his brow.
My body is still a bit weak; these days, I get tired easily even with just a little work.
Loya checked all the windows and doors in the house before returning to his room to sleep.
...
For Villan, things have changed since her father, Loya, was shot.
The old Loya was somewhat lazy and lacked energy. It was obvious to everyone that Loya was just slacking off and had no ambition or drive.
Villan had heard from Dekin that the original father, Loya, was not like this.
He was even the kind of handsome and spirited young man.
Unfortunately, after his mother passed away, his father, Loya, was devastated and never recovered.
The fathers of today are clearly different from the laid-back fathers of the past and the spirited young fathers of the past.
Since being discharged from the hospital, Dad has made some minor renovations to the house to enhance its defenses.
When he has free time, he also goes out to exercise and teaches her some simple fighting techniques.
What surprised Villan the most was that there seemed to be some strange things in her father Loya's latest studio.
One time, she secretly went in while her father, Loya, was out exercising.
She was stunned when she saw the scene inside.
She saw some sharp knives, knives that exuded a murderous aura, completely different from the fruit knives and kitchen knives sold in the store. Even though she was just a child, she sensed an unusual aggressiveness.
That's not all; some gunpowder guns were also mixed in.
Guns are still very scarce in this world and are considered controlled items; ordinary citizens simply cannot obtain them.
Of course, this is nothing. We have a little money at home, so if we wanted to, we could definitely get it.
However, the gunpowder guns here were clearly not bought, but were made by Father Loya himself.
Afterwards, Villan left the studio, deeply shocked.
She didn't tell anyone about it, but kept it hidden deep in her heart.
Time passed little by little.
Loya and Vierlan's lives seemed to remain largely unchanged.
In the days that followed, they lived peacefully and encountered no danger.
This left Loya, who had painstakingly crafted grenades and pistols, somewhat disappointed. He had really wanted to try out his weapons.
However, this is still a good thing in a way.
Dejin, a good friend, would come back to visit from time to time and bring Vierlan many small gifts.
If it weren't for the gender difference, Loya would have thought this good friend was a perfect wife and mother.
In addition, Loya's body is slowly changing.
The original injury has healed.
Loya then began to intensify his training.
The fat on his body slowly disappeared. His body became tall and strong.
This change initially surprised the surrounding neighbors.
However, this is not a big problem.
Vierlan is a very persistent and good child.
She had always diligently followed Loya's training plan. Originally delicate and frail, she became lean and fit, with a tall and upright figure, exuding a heroic air.
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Today is a sunny and beautiful day.
In the center of the city, there is an academy that resembles a castle.
This is Delmaro Academy.
It includes both junior high and senior high school.
It is the largest and most famous college in the city.
Children in the city and surrounding towns aspire to become students of this academy and take great pride in it.
The young students were dressed in matching white suits (school uniforms).
They were scattered throughout the college, all brimming with youthful energy. Seeing them was like witnessing the beauty of the world.
"Ring ring," accompanied by a series of ringing sounds.
Students scattered throughout the college began to gather on the huge playground.
At the front of the square, there is a newly built podium.
After the students had all gathered.
The dean, who was over sixty years old, came to the podium and began his speech.
...
A good day is coming.
That is the summer vacation.
After this school-wide assembly, everyone can go home, temporarily suspend their studies, and take a break.
Meanwhile, the college's teachers can also get a good rest.
"Vierlan, what are you going to do during summer vacation?"
The girls' group in Class 2 of Senior High School.
A woman's voice, wearing glasses, asked the tall, slender woman in front of her.
Now, Vierlan has grown up a lot; she has become beautiful instead of the petite and cute girl she once was.
“I’m going to the mountains and forests in the countryside with my father for a wilderness trial,” Villan said softly.
Despite being trained for so long, Vierlan has yet to have much actual combat experience.
So, taking advantage of this summer vacation, Loya plans to test the results of their three years of training with Vierlan.
Of course, this wave can also be considered a picnic trip.
In the past, Vierlan had rarely been to the mountains and forests.
She's really looking forward to going now.
"Ah, the mountains and forests are full of wild animals, it's too dangerous." The girl with glasses said with some concern.
Vierlan smiled: "Shana, I am very powerful. And my father is even more powerful than me. The mindless wild beasts in the mountains can't possibly hurt us."
Shana knew that Veran was very capable; the changes in Veran over the past three years were quite noticeable. Especially recently, Veran had single-handedly defeated four tall, strong upperclassmen.
However, humans and wild animals are different.
Shana stepped forward slightly, leaning her head close to Vierlan's, and said, "You know, my father is the sheriff. He's very knowledgeable."
Vierlan nodded.
Shana said, "I heard my father say that things have been unsettled in Dawn City lately, with hundreds of citizens already dead. And the deaths were gruesome; some reportedly lost their internal organs, and others had their skin peeled off..."
"Actually, there are not only in the city, but also outside the city, and it seems there are even more outside the city. It's just that the news has been blocked, so the public is unaware of the situation."
"I only told you this because you're my best friend."
...
Shana's face had turned pale. She seemed to be frightened by her own words.
Vierlan exclaimed in surprise, "How is that possible?"
With so many people dead, it should have caused a huge uproar by now.
Shana warned, "In short, don't wander around; it's dangerous outside."
"Sana, thank you." Vierlan quickly thanked her, "I'll remind my father when the time comes."
Shana was finally relieved that her good intentions had been accepted.
"Hey, hey, hey, want to come over to my house for summer vacation?" Shana invited with great anticipation.
Vierlan didn't reply immediately; she hesitated.
“I need to discuss this with my father,” Vierlan said shortly afterward.
Shana was a little disappointed, but she still nodded: "Come and play as much as you can. My dad is going to teach me how to shoot, and you can try it out then."
Vierland's expression turned strange.
In the past, Loya hadn't really hidden his guns.
Loya is also a very well-rounded person.
He also knew that gun control in Western countries was not extremely strict.
For some capable individuals, guns are simply toys that can be easily acquired.
For Vierlan's safety, Loya also taught Vierlan marksmanship.
Due to environmental and time constraints, while Vierlan is no longer a perfect marksman, she can still hit the bullseye eight out of ten times.
"Thank you, Shana." Vierlan was also a little touched, feeling that this classmate was truly kind to her.
...
Before we knew it, the conference had come to an end.
"Oh ho, it's holiday time."
"Haha, I'm going to the capital to see Uncle Earl Wang."
"You guys are having a great time, but I have to farm,"
...
Most of the students cheered with joy.
Vierlan mingled in the crowd and slowly walked out of the academy.
Most of the students went home on their own.
However, a small number of students were picked up and dropped off by cars.
"Vierlan, my child." In the distance, a dark blue four-wheeled motorcycle was parked by the roadside, and leaning against the door was a middle-aged man, about two meters tall, wearing a long black overcoat. He was very strong, and possessed an indescribable, imposing aura.
When you get close to him, or when you look him in the eye, you can feel a sense of oppression.
"Dad!" Vierlan ran over with a big smile and bumped into Loya's arms.
"Oh dear, she's all grown up now, why is she still so clingy?" Loya said helplessly, hugging Villan and spinning her around like she was playing a game with a child.
Vierlan pouted and said, "I'm not a big girl, I'm just a child."
She's not an adult yet.
“Yes, you’re right.” Loya smiled broadly. “Alright, get in the car. Next, let’s go to your favorite cake burger for a meal to celebrate your vacation.”
"Mmm-hmm-hmm." Vierlan nodded quickly, looking eager.
"Buzz buzz buzz," the car started and drove off into the distance.
Vierlan, sitting in the passenger seat, said, "Dad, a good friend of mine told me that quite a few people have died recently. She advised us not to go into the mountains, because it would be bad if we encountered any danger."
"A dead person?" Loya was somewhat surprised upon hearing this.
To be honest, he had never heard of this before.
Even looking at the bustling streets and the many citizens, it seemed that they were still the same as before, without any difference.
"Yes, he died a rather tragic death," Vierlan nodded.
Loya frowned: "This is a bit strange."
"However, don't worry. As long as there are no supernatural forces, your old man is not afraid of any danger."
Loya's voice was full of confidence.
Over the years, he has pushed his body to its limits.
With his extensive combat experience, he could even defeat ten opponents at once.
If we could also add the firearms developed over the years.
Then it's not impossible for him to take on a hundred enemies single-handedly.
Moreover, these 100 are all elites of the modern era, the kind of guys who are armed with firearms.
“In that case, let’s proceed according to the original plan.” Vierlan also had a lot of confidence in Loya. She felt that as long as Loya was there, there was no need to worry about any danger.
...
Time flies, and darkness falls in the blink of an eye.
Loya brought Vierlan back to her front door.
At that moment, he saw a familiar car and person at the store entrance.
"Uncle Dejin is here?" Vierlan exclaimed.
"Why did this guy show up at this time? He didn't even tell me beforehand, otherwise I could have given him a proper welcome." Loya said helplessly.
The father and daughter got out of the car.
"Dejin, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting," Loya greeted him.
Three years have passed, and Dejin has aged somewhat.
Dejin looked at Loya with a complicated expression. "I just arrived."
"It was impolite of me not to tell you in advance this time."
"I should be the one apologizing,"
To be honest, although he sees Loya often, Dejin finds it hard to accept the contrast between Loya's appearance three years ago and his current state.
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