When they got ho, Dylan imdiately handed the groceries to Noah in the bunker and asked Noah to make the exact als his four wives wanted, claiming it was for the babies’ cravings. Of course, Noah imdiately inspected Dylan’s purchases, then nodded and smiled widely.
"Roger that, sir, I’ll make them so delicious food," Noah said, giving a thumbs-up.
"Good, thanks," Dylan replied, returning the thumbs-up.
Then Dylan left the kitchen and sat on the sofa. He retrieved the blood-red gem from his dinsional storage and examined it once more.
"With this, that makes four. Do you know where the last one is, KATS?" Dylan asked in his head.
[The last one is in CROWS’ hands, sir.]
"Hmm... I see. Now our only enemy is that old man nad Vincent. If we kill him, will CROWS die?" Dylan asked.
[No, sir. If Vincent dies, CROWS will return to sleep, and everyone it has captured will be released. But killing Vincent is not that simple. He is a rather famous figure in this country; we can’t act recklessly.]
"Hmm... so that’s the situation. That makes it difficult. And what do you an by ’everyone captured by CROWS will be released’?" Dylan asked.
[You will know later, sir.]
"Huh... why the secrecy?" Dylan asked.
[You don’t need to know right now, but you will one day.]
"Haah... fine, whatever," Dylan replied.
Before Dylan could ask KATS anything else, Ellie, Maya, Lena, and Amy suddenly sat next to him, staring at him with sharp eyes and smiling.
"Um... what’s up?" Dylan asked, confused, looking at the four of them.
"You just went on a mission, didn’t you?" Ellie asked, smiling.
"Yeah... why?" Dylan asked.
"We already interrogated Aaron and Clara. They said there was ’us’ there, but we are all here, right?" Maya asked.
"Yeah... that’s right. So what?" Dylan asked.
"Just tell us straight: who were they?" Amy asked.
"Huh? I don’t understand what you an?" Dylan asked.
"You’re cheating, that’s what it ans," Lena answered.
"Haah... no. What Aaron and Clara ant was your clones. Look," Dylan said.
Dylan imdiately used his Clone skill. Instantly, clones of Ellie, Maya, Lena, and Amy appeared. Naturally, the real and pregnant Ellie, Maya, Lena, and Amy were shocked to see clones of themselves who were clearly not pregnant.
All four imdiately stood up, approached their respective clones, and examined them. After that, they took turns examining each other’s clones. Dylan watched his four wives who looked confused and were even touching their clones with their hands.
But suddenly, all four of them turned to look at Dylan, their faces looking angry, which confused Dylan.
"What is it?" Dylan asked.
"So you like skinny and with a body like this, huh," Ellie said, pouting.
"Yeah, you don’t want us to be pregnant, do you?" Maya added, pouting.
"You’re going too far," Amy added, pouting.
"I’m sad seeing her. My pre-pregnancy self is standing in front of , and my husband is happier spending ti with my clone," Lena added.
"Woah, that’s not it! I summoned those clones because I didn’t want to involve you guys in a dangerous mission," Dylan said, standing up and making the clones disappear again.
"Why? I don’t mind joining a mission," Ellie said, pouting.
"Yeah, I don’t mind either, and I’m strong," Lena added, pouting.
"I want to join the mission," Amy added, pouting.
"Is it because I’m fat now and difficult to move? I’m not that weak," Maya added, pouting.
Dylan imdiately approached his four wives and hugged them, then he rubbed all four of his wives’ bellies.
"I used them because I didn’t want anything to happen to our children and you guys. That last mission was quite dangerous," Dylan said.
"Really?" the four of them asked in unison.
"Yes, really," Dylan answered, stroking all four of their bellies in turn.
Then Dylan crouched down and began resting his face against his wives’ bellies in turn. Ellie started stroking Dylan’s head, followed by Maya, then Amy, and finally Lena.
"Alright, I understand," Ellie said, smiling again.
"Yes, you did that because you were thinking of us. Don’t worry, once our baby is born, my body will return to normal," Maya added.
"Please be patient, just three more months," Amy added.
"After our baby is born, we’ll have fun," Lena added, smiling widely.
"Okay, why don’t you guys head to the dining room first? The food you wanted will be ready soon," Dylan replied, standing up.
"Okay, you’re eating too, right?" Ellie replied.
"Of course, I’ll be along shortly," Dylan replied.
Finally, they returned to their usual selves and walked to the dining room in the bunker. Dylan imdiately collapsed weakly onto the sofa, sighing.
"That felt so exhausting," Dylan mumbled to himself.
[Understandable, sir. They are pregnant, and their hormones are high.]
"Yeah, I know. Completely hit by a hormone tornado," Dylan replied, rubbing his hair.
***
anwhile, at the sa ti, in a luxurious mansion located in another city, "thump," Vincent slamd his coffee table. The man standing in front of him jumped in surprise, his face looking utterly terrified.
"Cover up Hans’ connection to ! Don’t let the dia sniff this out! Get it done now!" Vincent yelled.
"Ye... yes, sir. Excuse ," replied the man, who imdiately left Vincent’s living room.
After the man closed the door, Vincent leaned back in his comfortable recliner, his hands slowly coming to rest on the armrests. Then he sighed. After that, he turned to look at his desk and saw a blood-red gem displayed on a tripod supporting the stone.
[KATS cannot upgrade itself as long as that stone is with us, sir.]
"I know, but they already have four pieces of the Red Blood. This is truly worrying. All my top n are dead," [Vincent mumbled in his head.]
[Don’t worry, sir. They won’t act recklessly for now. We will reorganize our strength. But have you found a suitable candidate to be my next host, sir?]
"I have one candidate, but he’s currently overseas. To be honest, I don’t like that person," Vincent said.
[It doesn’t matter who it is, sir. We can still carry out our plans.]
"You’re right, CROWS. We haven’t lost yet. Alright, I’ll consider it again. I’ll call soone first to eliminate my connection to Hans," Vincent said.
[Very well, sir.]
Vincent imdiately picked up his smartphone, then called soone, his face tense and full of worry. A mont later, "knock... knock," a man stood by the living room door. Vincent hung up his phone, then looked toward the door.
"What is it?" Vincent asked.
"Soone would like to see you, sir," replied the man, who was dressed like a butler.
"Tell them to co in," Vincent replied, putting his smartphone back down.
Soon after, a middle-aged man and a young man, who looked to be about Dylan’s age, walked in. Vincent imdiately stood up to greet them.
"You ca, Richard?" Vincent asked.
"I apologize for dropping by suddenly, Father-in-law," Richard answered.
Vincent glanced at the young man who was standing next to Richard, looking down and nervous to be in front of Vincent.
"Why are you still in this country, Charles?" Vincent asked.
"So... sorry, Grandpa," Charles answered.
"This is what I wanted to talk about, Father. I need your help regarding this foolish son of mine," Richard said.
"What help?" Vincent asked curtly.
"He needs a job, so if you have any channels that would hire him, I would be very grateful," Richard answered.
"Why not at your own company?" Vincent asked.
"My younger brother, Jeremy, has cut off access for him, Father," Richard answered.
"That’s why I keep telling you and my daughter not to spoil a kid like him. When this happens, everything becos difficult," Vincent replied, shaking his head.
[We can use him, sir. He’s suitable to be my next host.]
"Hoo, is that so?" Vincent asked, imdiately observing Charles.
Vincent continued to scrutinize Charles, making Charles even more nervous. He really looked Charles up and down, then down again. Then he smiled and turned to look at Richard.
"Alright, I will employ him, but if he sses up, I will personally throw him out of the family. Do you understand, Richard?" Vincent asked.
"I understand, Father. I’ll leave everything to you," Richard answered.
"Charles, co to my office tomorrow morning. Don’t be late," Vincent replied.
"Ye... yes, Grandpa," Charles replied, bowing his head, but his face looked slightly relieved and wore a cynical smile.
"Now, you two may leave. I still have a lot of business to attend to," Vincent replied, waving his hand, signaling them to leave.
After Richard and Charles left the living room, Vincent glanced back at the Red Blood, then he smiled.
"It seems if that kid dies, I’ll be free from the problems he always causes outside. I don’t want a grandson who is foolish and arrogant like him. I’ll make the most of him," Vincent said in his head, smiling cynically.
Vincent picked up his glass of wine and drank it casually, smiling, as if his plan was excellent and guaranteed to succeed.
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