(`皿´) Rember to take your dicine on ti, or else I'll beat you up. Mom is off to work, be good at ho.
Seeing the note, Ning Shu smiled knowingly.
In his entire life, he had never been beaten by Mom... No, he was hit once, but it wasn't a beating.
Back during the prenatal checkups, the test results showed a 30% risk of genetic disease, suggesting termination.
Mom thought the probability wasn't high, and then Dad unexpectedly passed away during this ti.
She was determined to keep the baby, going all in.
In the end, she lost the bet.
In his third year after birth, his genes mutated, and translucent scales grew on his fingertips, like fish scale fragnts sticking to his skin.
Mom gently scratched with her nail, and blood beads oozed from the wound.
The confird words on the children's hospital genetic test report at that ti made Mom cry uncontrollably.
As Mom put it back then, her ntality collapsed.
The defective genes she carried didn't manifest on her but appeared as a dominant mutation in her child.
Mom said she almost took him with her, but fortunately, they pulled through.
Thankfully, he was born in a ti that was a mix of bad and good.
The bad was the particularly oppressive atmosphere of the era, with the crisis of the Alien Race looming over all living beings.
No one knew when the invasion wars would erupt, possibly even an apocalyptic war.
The good was the advanced technologies of the era, including dical technology.
There were special drugs to suppress the problems in his body, but he needed to take two genetic repair pills a day, or else there was a risk of sudden death at any ti.
Beep beep!
Heating finished, Ning Shu took out the pre-cooked al box, tore off the foil, and devoured it.
After eating and drinking his fill, he sat down in front of the computer, opened the official website, and started watching player live streams.
He especially loved watching the Liver Emperor Group's stream.
From the initial cafeteria battle to the current brotherly bonds, unknowingly, he had followed the storyline for over a year.
The atmosphere in the live stream was great too, with various banter and jokes in the comnt section.
The only thing that worried him was the future direction of the Liver Emperor Group.
The current joy would conclude with the graduation of the fifth batch from the training camp; they were about to head to the frontline battlefield.
A clichéd tragic twist might appear at this stage.
These alien students in the training camp had ford bonds with the Liver Emperor Group, and he, as a "series follower," had grown attached to them as well.
Humanlike Husky Long Gen, outstanding dining hall graduate Tongzi, wickedly styled Ghost Wind, and the enchanting singer Domain... Over more than a year of companionship, these NPCs were no longer just data to him.
"Damn, the more I think, the more upset I get."
Thinking about the brothers of the Liver Emperor Group possibly dying on the front line, he felt an urgency, as if every day watching the live stream was one less day.
The only thing he could hope for was that the brothers of the Liver Emperor Group would grow stronger quickly.
Once on the battlefield, they'd be able to protect these good brothers.
But thinking about the Demigod Realm powerhouses of the Soul Returning Clan appearing on the battlefield, he felt the efforts of the Liver Emperor Group were simply not enough to change fate against all odds.
Ti was too pressing.
He tended to think negatively with too many thoughts.
Even watching such a joyful Liver Emperor Group stream, it was almost causing him depression.
At this mont in the live stream, Liver Emperor Group players were resting in the camp, and he imdiately posted a comnt to urge:
"Brickmover, do your na justice, get up and work hard!"
But the next second, his comnt was drowned in endless other comnts, not even causing a ripple in the live stream.
The emotions in Ning Shu's heart gradually dissipated as he watched the stream, with the lively images often making him laugh out loud.
During this ti, he would occasionally glance at the ti at the bottom right corner.
There were 18 hours until the distribution of qualifications; he decided to take another look at the newbie strategy on the forum.
Many parts he had morized but thought it necessary to reinforce them once more.
Although the chance of securing a spot was low, what if he succeeded? Then he must act quickly.
Getting out of Newbie Village early ant he could gain a head start.
Leaving Newbie Village late, he would only see the presence of other players, forcing him to keep exploring outward.
And there was a high probability he would only see other players.
Thus, the newbie strategy beca incredibly important; it could give him an early advantage.
Unfortunately, players preparing to seize a spot generally mastered the strategy, so getting ahead was not easy.
The ti was approaching noon.
Ning Shu got up and went to the kitchen to start preparing a al.
Due to his physical condition, he couldn't apply for any realistic job positions, nor could he provide any help to Mom.
The only thing he could do was bring Mom a al every noon.
In fact, Mom had a great treatnt at her unit, with free als provided, as well as free health checkups and various dical services every year.
But this was his way of showing appreciation.
Toward Mom, he always had a sense of guilt in his heart.
Every bit of effort Mom put in for him, he rembered deeply.
Since childhood, Mom had taken on everything alone.
Other children had fathers to back them up, complete family protection, but he only had Mom's thin silhouette.
She worked busily at the unit during the day and had to take care of his daily needs and even stay up all night by his side when he was ill.
Clearly, before giving birth, she was an internet-addicted girl who knew nothing, yet she bore the heavy pressure brought by his birth and raised him to adulthood.
Every ti he saw the pain and helplessness in Mom's eyes, he wished he had never existed.
At least, then, she wouldn't have to toil for him.
Yet, Mom never complained, always smiling and saying:
"As long as you're okay, Mom is satisfied. Once you're healed, give Mom a big grandchild, and we'll form a small team in the ga to dominate."
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