If Liam Price wanted to raise his attributes, it wasn’t as simple as shouting “Status Points!” He needed time to train.
In this regard, he found that his two adopted sons were far superior to him.
Little Broly went without saying—anyone who understood the value of an innate Super Saiyan knew that every second of his growth made him stronger.
As for little Curze, though his future combat power might not match his older brother’s, his development rate in his youth far surpassed Liam Price, his foster father.
After bringing the boy home and feeding him meticulously for a week, he had already grown taller than little Broly.
He ate even more than Broly had as an infant, and his energy conversion efficiency was staggering.
Moreover, besides his rapidly increasing height and weight, Curze’s intelligence developed even faster than his body.
One day, Liam Price stepped out to run an errand, leaving the two boys at home.
When he returned, he found Curze and Broly sitting together in front of the TV, engrossed in watching *Tom and Jerry* online.
Keep in mind, this was before the turn of the millennium—wireless internet didn’t even exist on the market!
Little Curze had taken the scouter from *Dragon Ball*, modified it himself, and turned it into a network adapter.
Then, through some unknown tinkering, he actually managed to connect to a university’s campus network, retrieve cartoons from their server, and watch them with his older brother.
Absurd?
Liam Price thought so too.
But he knew this rate of development wasn’t even little Curze’s limit.
If he hadn’t grown up in a relatively normal environment without the intense survival pressure of the original *Warhammer* world, as a Primarch, Konrad Curze might have shot straight into full adulthood almost overnight.
A giant over three meters tall, possessing wisdom and strength far beyond ordinary mortals just months after birth…
Just thinking about it was wild.
Some might call it a “gift,” a blessing bestowed upon his offspring by their biological father, the Emperor.
But this “gift” came with a hidden price tag: most Primarchs were deprived of a normal childhood.
As the saying goes: *Some people spend their whole lives healing from their childhood.* Liam Price didn’t want Curze to repeat that tragedy.
He had neither the Emperor’s grand visions nor the heavy burden of carrying all humanity’s destiny on his shoulders.
As a father, he simply wanted Curze to experience what a normal child’s upbringing should be.
“It might not last long, but it’s worth a shot, isn’t it?” So, when he caught the two little ones hurriedly shutting off the TV as he walked through the door, Liam Price didn’t scold them.
“Yo, watching cartoons?” He rubbed each son’s head with a hand and said with a grin, “Why didn’t you invite me?” Hearing this, Broly nudged his taller younger brother with his elbow and said proudly, “See, Little Curze?
I told you Dad wouldn’t yell at us!
Got any other shows?
Find some more later!” Although little Curze couldn’t speak clearly yet, he fully understood what Broly and Liam Price were saying.
He nodded excitedly.
Then, the little guy skillfully fiddled with the disassembled scouter parts and pulled up some “good stuff” he had fetched from the university server: *Child’s Play*, *The Headless Horseman*, *The Silence of the Lambs*, *A Nightmare on Elm Street*, *Scream*…
Liam Price: >_<||| Though he wanted to be an open-minded dad, Liam Price still banned the two young ones from watching horror movies and adult content.
Certain rules had to be established from a young age; otherwise, when they grew up…
The thought alone gave Liam Price chills.
Imagine if these two went down the wrong path and became two hyper-destructive brats—how horribly would they wreck the already fragile Marvel Universe?
After giving the pair a gentle lecture, Liam Price spent some time watching cartoons with them before sharing a piece of good news: “Alright, boys, our family business is officially launching!” As it turned out, his outing that day had been to handle paperwork and permits.
Although he had recently “robbed the rich to aid the poor” by taking money from the vampire Deacon Frost, leaving him with over a hundred thousand dollars in cash after buying the house, planning ahead was in his Chinese nature.
Even after crossing over into another world, Liam Price disliked the feeling of sitting around eating through his savings.
Besides, he and his two sons were all massive eaters.
Their family’s Engel coefficient was sky-high, so he needed to figure out a way to make money.
So Liam Price bought a food truck, and today he had picked up the health permit and business licenses he had applied for a few days earlier.
Hands on his hips, he showed off his newly acquired permits to his sons, telling them they could sit back and look forward to living as second-generation rich kids.
Little Broly looked bewildered, scratching his head.
“Dad, what’s a second-generation rich kid?” As luck would have it, a news segment was broadcasting on TV.
A spokesperson for Stark Industries’ PR department was refuting rumors about their chairman, asserting that his relationship with a certain actress was strictly platonic and had nothing to do with romance or marriage.
Liam Price pointed at Tony Stark, who was wearing sunglasses and giving a cynical middle finger to the camera, and said, “Look there.
That guy with the mustache is a second-generation rich kid—the richest one in the world.” Little Broly still didn’t quite get it.
To him, this “second-generation rich kid” looked so weak.
What was the point of being one?
*Oh, he’s still flipping the bird.
Didn’t Dad say that’s a rude gesture?* *Good boys shouldn’t swear.
Real men talk less and use their fists.* Meanwhile, little Curze understood the term.
But as soon as the precocious child saw Tony Stark, whether by some strange instinct or foresight, he burst into giggles.
Then, clapping his hands, he teased in a baby voice, “His legs are so short!
That’s why he falls onto his knees when he lands!” Truth be told, Liam Price had actually quite liked Iron Man, Tony Stark, in his past life.
But the problem was that the rich playboy really did have short legs, and his superhero landing posture was indeed terrible for his knees.
So, shameless as it was, he heartily agreed with his son’s observation.
The atmosphere in the house instantly turned cheerful.