The year 2222 AD marked his eighth year here.
He finally found the child who had infected his blood on the hillside that day.
It was supposed to be the woman wearing the ring who scratched him, but sohow his blood’s energy was absorbed by the child in her womb.
This was the only human who absorbed energy from the K93 star system and survived.
He brought her back to the dical pod with the intention of conducting research.
The little girl was petite, soaked from head to toe by the rain, her big dark eyes stared at him warily yet curiously.
She was a little girl with an attractive appearance, possessing an abnormal calmness.
Nevertheless, she was still a child, maintaining a facade of composure while her small fists were clenched tightly at her sides.
"Lie down," he pointed at the cold surgical table and said.
The little girl stared at him for a long ti, then obediently lay down.
He put on sterile gloves and started collecting her blood, taking samples of her hair and performing a series of cardiac and brain wave tests.
Throughout the process, the little girl cooperated well and remained quiet.
"Co over, have sothing to eat," he said indifferently, taking off his gloves.
The little girl jumped down from the table, looked at his back, and asked in a daze, "My clothes are wet. Do you have anything to change into?"
Of course not... nothing suitable for you.
He tossed her one of his own nightwear and pointed to the washroom.
The little girl hugged the clothes and went into the washroom, erging after about half an hour.
Her hair was wet and her whole body exuded a faint coldness, the oversized nightwear hung loosely on her small fra, almost touching the ground.
He glanced at her and frowned, "Didn’t use hot water?"
The little girl opened her eyes wide in surprise, "Is there hot water?"
There was, but the Imperial Marshal was accustod to cold water baths, so the hot water feature was turned off.
It was his oversight.
He had never raised a child, never been close to anyone, and forgot that people here have different constitutions compared to those from the K93 star system.
Yet she was peculiar too, wasn’t she able to ask for it?
How had she managed these past years?
Was it really okay to shower with cold water?
Dinner was a rather tasteless steak, courtesy of the dical pod.
The chair at the dining table was very high, it took the little girl quite so effort to get on it and ended up sweating again.
Yet she didn’t ask for help.
Eventually, he lifted her onto the chair.
She wasn’t very skilled with the knife and fork, but ate with great relish.
He moved slowly, exuding a kind of ancient aristocratic elegance.
Then he noticed the little girl imitating him, straightening her small back ticulously, not missing even the subtle action when he habitually folded his napkin to wipe his mouth.
The test results ca out the next day.
The energy level of the K93 star system in her blood was exceedingly high; logically, she shouldn’t be so calm.
He had seen others infected by his blood, who either died or wished they did.
"Do you feel uncomfortable?" he asked.
"Hmm?" The little girl was drinking water with a glugging sound, paused, and looked at him in puzzlent, "What discomfort?"
He explained, "Physical discomfort? Severe pain, heartburn, lung fever, as if a thousand ants were gnawing at your body."
These were the feelings he had elicited from those few rare survivors, each differing.
"Hmm..." She thought about it seriously, then shook her head.
Forget it.
She had been infected in the womb, born constantly subjected to these terrifying tornts, never experiencing a single day like a normal person, to her, "discomfort" was likely the norm.
Three days later, he went out once, returning with traces of blood from his opponent.
She lost control.
...
Upon waking, she couldn’t rember the destruction she caused, but couldn’t find her cup.
She probably understood sothing, for when she saw him, the first words she spoke were, "I am not a little monster."
A month later, he brought her to the organization.
These years, to better adapt to life here, he joined an organization called Kunpeng, becoming a hitman there.
"Do you still rember what you should call ?" he asked her.
She nodded and said obediently, "Godfather."
"How old are you, godfather?" She asked him.
He looked at the dark corridor resembling a deep abyss and said lightly, "Sixteen."
Converted to Earth’s age, that’s approximately this number.
...
Gu Jiao demonstrated astonishing talent within the organization.
At thirteen, she acquired her own codena—Shadow.
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