“Hahahahahahahahahaha…”
Wei Jing sat cross-legged on the sofa, laughing uncontrollably with excitement, staring at the white light in his left palm while slapping his thigh with his right hand, as if he had lost his mind.
“Ah.”
The little dragon cub stared blankly at him for a while before belatedly running off to retrieve its milk bottle. Seeing its bargain daddy still laughing, it grew anxious, climbed up beside Wei Jing, and looked up at him: “Ha!”
A fist-sized fireball shot from the cub’s mouth and landed squarely in Wei Jing’s left palm, instantly incinerating the fragile white light into nothingness.
“Ah!!!”
Wei Jing screamed, watching helplessly as the fireball disintegrated and vanished in the blink of an eye. The white light he had just summoned was gone, and he felt utterly devastated.
“Ah.” Seeing that he had finally stopped laughing, the little dragon cub relaxed, rubbing its bald little head against Wei Jing’s hand and giving a light flick of its tail, seemingly in a good mood.
Wei Jing’s face went blank. “…” My star power! Boo hoo, give me back my star power!
In this world, the source of power was called 【Star Power】, represented by that translucent white light. Those who could summon Star Power could develop various special abilities, strengthen and transform their bodies, and use it to fight.
The wild boar spirit was originally a four-star powerhouse, but after the spotted python sealed his power, only a tiny trace of Star Power remained, barely enough to knit a sweater. Anything else was practically impossible.
As for Great Master Qin?
In Wei Jing’s original setting, the great master was all-powerful, his mastery of Star Power reaching an almost divine level. Abilities like teleportation, tearing through space, and moving mountains were effortless for him.
Tu Shihua, on the other hand, was the opposite, a useless waste who couldn’t summon Star Power at all, no different from an ordinary person.
Whether someone could summon Star Power was 99% determined by birth, with the remaining 1% being what people called a miracle.
The protagonist of the Handbook of Becoming a God had hit that 1% jackpot, and from there, his life changed completely.
However, the Star Power summoned for the first time had to be refined before it could be used.
Simply put, it was like mining. Wei Jing had accidentally obtained a piece of gold ore, but since gold coins were the real currency, he needed to process the ore into coins before he could spend it.
But now… his gold ore was gone.
The delicate, pretty young man on the screen gazed heartbrokenly at his own palm, looking up, down, left, right, still finding it utterly empty, his exquisite features submerged in despair.
Before the screen, however, the great master couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Tell me, how can he be this foolish?”
Under normal circumstances, upon summoning star power for the first time, a person would immediately choose a quiet, safe place, focus on refining it, and then intensify their cultivation.
The old butler lowered his head and said nothing. Based on his many years of service to the great master, he knew well that the master was not only protective but particularly possessive. He could call Mr. Tu foolish himself, but if anyone else dared to nod in agreement, there would surely be consequences.
Thus, the old butler simply pretended not to hear.
As it turned out, experience spoke for itself.
Unfazed by the lack of agreement, the great master continued murmuring to himself, “Still, the fact that he can actually summon star power is quite surprising.”
Only then did the old butler speak up. “Indeed, it is quite unexpected.”
When Tu Shihua was first brought back by the great master, a thorough physical examination had already been conducted, including a star power test. The results at that time showed that he had no possibility of summoning star power, and his body was even weaker than that of an average human.
As a Tyrannosaurus rex, this was entirely unreasonable.
“Master Wei… he just called that name.” The great master looked thoughtful, instinctively feeling that this “Master Wei” was the key. “Look into it.”
“Yes, Master.” The old butler replied respectfully.
Gone. Vanished. Disappeared!
Wei Jing still hadn’t recovered from the sudden incident. As the original author, he knew better than anyone that the star power summoned for the first time, also called the true source of power, was uniquely irreplaceable!
How far he could ultimately cultivate largely depended on the refining progress of this “initial star power.”
“Ah.” The little dragon cub had thought its bargain daddy had returned to normal. It nuzzled him but got no response, leaving it puzzled. Tilting its head, it stared blankly at Wei Jing for a long while, and when he still didn’t acknowledge it, the cub grew dejected.
Wei Jing, having grieved for quite some time, finally looked back and found the little dragon cub crouched beside him, looking lethargic. His heart sank even further. “Little Treasure, you—”
This little thing had destroyed his star power!
Yet he couldn’t even bring himself to scold it. If anything, he could only blame himself for being too smug earlier, thinking that once the golden finger kicked in, the world would be his and he could strut around like a crab. He never expected… to have his face slapped so quickly.
Hearing the familiar address, the little dragon cub’s head shot up, its eyes glistening with tears as it looked at him: “Ah.”
“Ah, this must be fate.”
Wei Jing sighed, reached out to stroke the little dragon cub’s head, and sniffled gloomily. “Kid, do you have any idea? You just ruined Daddy’s chance to become Superman.”
The little dragon cub instinctively rubbed its head against his palm and let out a short cry: “Ba.”
Huh?
Huh!
Did it just call him “Dad”?
Wei Jing joyfully scooped the little dragon cub into his arms. “Little Treasure, did you just call me Daddy? Come on, say it again.”
“Ba.” The short cry popped out of the little dragon cub’s mouth again.
“Hahaha! My son can say ‘Daddy’!” Wei Jing laughed with delight. At the same time, he noticed in surprise that a translucent, fiery red orb had emerged from the little dragon cub’s mouth and was slowly floating toward him.
“(⊙o⊙)… What’s this?”
“Ah.” The little dragon cub nudged his palm with its head, as if urging him to take it quickly.
Curious, Wei Jing reached out. The fiery red orb landed lightly in his hand and visibly melted into his body. He blinked in confusion, utterly baffled.
After a full half-minute of stunned silence, he finally snapped out of it and quickly felt the little dragon cub’s head to check its details.
Cub Details
Name: Qin Xiaobao
Gender: Unknown
Date of Birth: February 3, 2053
Affection Points: 17
Skills: Small Fireball, Small Fireball 2.0, Blessing Power
A new skill, 【Blessing Power】, had appeared. Was that referring to the red glow from earlier?
Wei Jing couldn’t figure it out for the moment and decided to try again. He spread out his right hand, imagining star power seeping out from his fingertips. Time passed, minute by minute, but nothing happened.
Was it the wrong method?
He rubbed his chin, glanced around to make sure the great master and the old butler were nowhere in sight, and then shouted again: “Grant me power, Master Wei!”
With a series of soft pops, clusters of fiery red specks emerged from his fingertips, drifting in the air, swirling gracefully like dancing flames.
“Wow…” Wei Jing opened his mouth in amazement, feeling that this scene was truly incredible.
This time, he didn’t dare waste a second. He immediately focused his mind, controlling this seemingly mutated star power to knit the sweater.
The fiery red specks attached themselves to the knitting needles, and the needles began moving on their own. Wei Jing watched intently, grinning like a delighted child. Refining star power was never something that could be accomplished overnight, but right now—
It was as if he had struck gold!
“Little Treasure, you’re really Daddy’s little angel!”
“Ah.” The little dragon cub responded cheerfully.
Before the screen, the great master watched the clusters of red specks thoughtfully. After a moment, he teleported to the library and retrieved a black-bound manuscript from a shelf near the ceiling. Flipping to a certain page, he studied it for a long while before a hint of understanding appeared on his face. “So that’s how it is.”