Ji Tianyi woke up from a nap to find Dad lying beside him, and he gave a satisfied little grin.
Hmph, and he said he wasn’t my Dad, yet he took the chance to lie next to this Baby while I was asleep.
At this moment, Ji Tianyi had grown taller, and his body desperately needed food to replenish energy. His stomach growling loudly was what woke him up.
“Dad, get up! Baby is starving!”
“Huh? What’s going on?”
Ji Tianyi shouted several times but received no response, feeling completely helpless.
What kind of piglet was Dad, that he could sleep so deeply!
“Daddy, come on! Baby Tianyi is starving!”
Even as Ji Tianyi’s voice hoarsely strained, no one paid attention. Pouting in grievance, he thought: I won’t die of hunger as a newborn, right? That would be far too tragic.
At this time, Ji Heng vaguely sensed his son’s aggrieved cries beside him, but his own consciousness was heavy, and his entire body ached. He simply couldn’t open his eyes.
In the end, he lacked the strength to wake himself and sank back into unconsciousness.
Ji Tianyi realized that shouting and crying seemed useless. His clever little mind suddenly clicked: Better stop shouting, save some energy, or I’ll die faster. Exhausted, he reluctantly let his hunger persist and fell asleep again.
Ji Heng slowly opened his eyes. The chaos in his mind gradually dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented clarity. The moment he moved, he keenly sensed tremendous changes in his body.
Every muscle seemed filled with power, brimming with explosive energy. If he wished, he could effortlessly overturn everything around him.
He tried clenching his fist and concentrated, noticing faint streaks of blue-purple lightning flashing across his palm, crackling softly. He stared at the sparks in astonishment.
Did he just gain a supernatural ability?
His senses had become incredibly sharp; every subtle sound and scent in the room was clear. He could even hear something far outside dragging itself along, emitting low, strained growls.
Ji Heng turned his head and saw Ji Tianyi still asleep, a small tear on the corner of his eye, his youthful face showing a mix of fatigue and comfort.
“What a little crybaby.”
He gently tucked the blanket around Ji Tianyi, then turned his attention to Tian Le on the sofa.
“Tian Le?”
Ji Heng remembered that this person had helped him back to the room, but he wasn’t clear on what happened afterward. With many rooms in the suite, why hadn’t he gone to bed?
Ji Heng got up without hesitation, walked to the sofa, and saw Tian Le soaked through, as if just pulled from water. Sweat had soaked a large area of the sofa cushions.
His brows were furrowed, still appearing to endure some immense pain.
“Tian Le, wake up.”
Seeing Tian Le only groan without waking, Ji Heng leaned slightly, slid his hands under Tian Le’s back and legs, and easily lifted him.
Tian Le’s body was limp against him, and Ji Heng could feel his rapid breathing and irregular heartbeat.
A few steps later, he placed him on the bed. Only then did he notice that his own previous lying position had been just as drenched. It seemed both he and Tian Le had been in the same state. Since he had woken with supernatural ability, Tian Le probably had too. Thinking this, he carried Tian Le to the bathroom, stripped off all the soaked clothes sticking to both of them, and removed his own as well.
He quickly rinsed the sweat off both of them with the shower, roughly wrapped them in towels, and then carried Tian Le to the next room.
Ji Heng looked at the glowing pale youth in his arms and raised an eyebrow. Wearing clothes, it hadn’t been obvious—Tian Le was this pale, like a boiled chicken?
After placing him on the bed and tucking him in, Ji Heng left again.
Returning to his own room, he picked up his little son, intending to bring him to lie with Tian Le. After all, the room was filled with various smells of sweat and scorched air, which were unpleasant for his now highly sensitive senses.
“Huh? Dad?” Ji Tianyi opened his eyes as he was lifted.
“Waaah~ ba ba~”
Ji Heng’s temple throbbed as the little one immediately began crying. “Don’t cry.”
“Dad, hungry~”
Ji Heng paused mid-step toward the bedroom, then turned toward the kitchen. “Didn’t you just eat? How are you hungry again?”
“Dad and Daddy slept so long, I almost starved, and you didn’t wake up either.”
Fair enough, he couldn’t be blamed.
Placing Ji Tianyi on the dining table, Ji Heng studied the instructions on the milk powder can. He had no idea how to prepare milk.
After painstakingly figuring it out, he made a cup with warm water and fed Ji Tianyi. After all that, the little one was full, and Ji Heng was drenched in sweat.
Babies were really difficult. This definitely needed a professional.
“Dad, where’s Daddy?”
Ji Heng knew the child meant Tian Le. Remembering that he had referred to Tian Le as his son’s babysitter, and that he would accompany them in the coming days, he decided not to correct the child. If it made things easier, he wouldn’t bother.
Seeing that the little boy seemed fond of Tian Le, he simply said, “He’s sleeping in the bedroom. Do you want to go?”
Ji Tianyi, like a newborn, followed the cycle of eating and sleeping.
“Go.”
Just as they entered the bedroom, Ji Tianyi said again: “Dad, Baby needs to pee.”
Ji Heng dutifully carried him to the bathroom, noticing the tiny version of himself—it was too cute, and he couldn’t help but smile.
In the quiet of the night, it was clear: Ji Tianyi didn’t understand much, but he could see Dad enjoying himself.
Hmph, Dad really was two-faced. He clearly liked him, but first pretended not to be his Dad. Now he’d been caught.
After eating, Ji Tianyi soon fell asleep again, content. He needed food and sleep to replenish energy and grow quickly.
Tian Le, half-awake, felt someone wash him and then put him back on the bed. In his semi-conscious state, he thought: What a pity I didn’t die, another day away from Interstellar.
Tutu sensed the energy surrounding Tian Le. It was strange—he had seen Ji Heng’s whole body filled with energy as he moved. Now Master was undergoing changes, turning into a massive energy body.
According to the knowledge in the light-brain and Tian Le’s stored resources, this was the early stage of the apocalypse. They had awakened supernatural abilities.
Ji Heng had awakened a lightning-type ability. Lightning flashed across his body, still not fully under control, and he sat in the living room studying it. Tutu monitored his Master, anxious and curious: What supernatural ability would Master awaken next?