I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early Chapter 346

Chapter 346: Chapter 263 “Infant Care Program” – Officially Launched!

Chapter 346: Chapter 263 “Infant Care Program” – Officially Launched!

So amidst the hustle and bustle, the entire colossal education system officially kicked into gear!

It was called “Infant Nurturing Program”.

Over fifty thousand little babies were all placed inside special pods, where eating, drinking, and doing their business were conducted.

Apart from physical training and outdoor activities, most of the family education was completed by artificial intelligence in “Green Grass Paradise”.

Of course, artificial intelligence also has its limits.

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Since the image of the Great Elder couldn’t be used, Lu Yuan and Conch Mother had to play the roles of the parents, taking care of the infants.

The artificial intelligence would record the corresponding behavioral data and conduct large-scale mimicry.

This technology was so advanced that if humans tried to achieve it with pure physical technology, it might take hundreds of years of exploration.

“Phew, I’m in now.”

As soon as Lu Yuan opened his eyes, he saw Conch Mother’s face, less than 10 centiters away, and her slightly cramped smile.

“Conch Mother, hello.”

“You shouldn’t add ‘Conch’ and ‘hello,’ as that sounds very distant.

Relax a bit, Dad Lu.”

“Okay, Conch Mother.”

Conch Mother was not satisfied, sowhat annoyed, “If this gets recorded, the kids will really suffer.

They’re sensitive, and they’ll instantly pick up on our lack of closeness.”

Lu Yuan snapped to attention, making a stiff bowing motion, “Aye!

Hello, boss!”

“Pfft~!!” Conch Mother burst into laughter and started pounding on his chest with her tiny fists.

Lu Yuan didn’t hold back either, returning the favor by pinching her ears.

The two started playing around again, not even a minute after they had entered.

These were probably the most fun parents Lu Yuan could imagine.

He wasn’t bragging, but in terms of mindset, patience, knowledge, and love for children, he felt they were so of the top parents in the entire civilization.

In higher levels of “Green Grass Paradise,” the line between falsehood and reality didn’t seem too pronounced.

Lu Yuan touched the cold, icy walls, the textures clear and visible.

He recalled the feeling of touching her ears again, soft and fragrant.

He really couldn’t tell the difference.

He couldn’t help but ponder the philosophical question of “Who am I”—perhaps, truly, there were civilizations using virtual world technology to escape the disasters of their epochs.

The cozy room was roughly 40 square ters, one bedroom, one living room, and one bathroom.

The decor was warm-toned, its general structure had been taken from one of Lu Yuan’s dreams.

When he entered the small room, he found a six-month-old boy in the cradle, quite adorable, with two little dimples on his face.

This was a real child, who might be hungry.

The sight of the two made him bawl loudly.

Initially at a loss, Lu Yuan quickly figured out the trick to soothing the child: he crossed the baby’s arms and, supporting his bottom, gently jiggled him a couple of tis.

The silly little thing thought he was back in his mother’s womb and imdiately stopped crying, starting to zone out quietly, curiously staring at them.

“Guess we’ve got ourselves a godson, huh?

He’s been around for six months and still so slim, eh?

Should weigh over 16 pounds, right?”

Lu Yuan, unable to resist, touched the little boy’s privates.

The little face imdiately twisted, crying pitifully.

“I’ll need so ti to adapt,” Lu Yuan murmured to himself.

“He must be hungry.” Conch Mother was initially a bit shy, but quickly adjusted to her new role, darting off to the kitchen to mix so formula milk.

Dressed in pink cotton slippers and wearing an apron, because she was in a good mood, she even humd a traditional song of the Green Grass People while feeding the baby.

In the Virtual World, when a baby eats, real-world poppy trees supply stored cow milk and goat milk directly into his mouth.

This food has to be prepared by external staff; the poppy trees cannot produce it.

For allergic children, they would also feed human milk.

If it was a sick child, the Tree of Life would take care of them, transferring a bit of Life Force.

Lu Yuan always felt this thod of nurturing had a sowhat eerie feel of the “Truman World” to it.

But the makeshift crew could only think of this solution, like using a dead horse as a living one.

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Days passed one after another.

Conch Mother had to maintain her youthful spirit, so she couldn’t be too busy; most of the child-rearing was still up to Lu Yuan himself.

Only when one becos a parent can they appreciate the myriad of emotions involved.

Lu Yuan always felt he was getting on in years, becoming more patient.

But only when actually raising a child did he understand why the birth rate these days was so low—it was like inviting a living ancestor into your ho!

Why does he cry over everything?

And that mother, why are you always touching the at on his feet?

Can you manage that, or are you just here to ss around?

That mother, can you not…

cling to ?

What, the mother needs a hug too?

Forget it, rewarded, I’ll endure!

The expression on Lu Yuan’s face was one of pain mixed with joy.

To him, children always represented the future.

Watching them grow day by day, he could always see shadows of his own childhood in them.

This so-called joy of family, even compared to playing gas or dating, might not be as thrilling, but it felt more like a llow sense of achievent, and there was no pressure for them to grow up in a certain way.

He simply enjoyed seeing hope.

It was like the maternity ward in a hospital compared to the ICU; the two had completely different atmospheres.

The maternity ward was always filled with laughter and joy, while near the ICU, there was often much crying.