One Hundred Ways to Become a God

成神的一百种方式

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My Husband is Mentally Ill 49

Despite the Emperor's reluctance, under the threat of his Omega to "sleep in separate rooms for another month if he kept stalling", he went to the gene cultivation center with a cold face. He contributed some of his blood and hair, which after gene extraction and a series of complex processing, was used to plant an embryonic cell invisible to the naked eye in the gene cultivation box.
Although the Emperor showed no expectation for this child, after the cultivation center detected that this embryo was an alpha boy, he still dutifully flipped through various dictionaries and allusions, revising again and again. It wasn't until half a month before the expected due date that he finally settled on the child's name: Siegfried.
"But," He Yan had once raised a question about this, "this name, um, isn't it a little lacking in momentum?" This was a euphemistic way of putting it. In fact, the first time he heard the Emperor mention it, he felt that "Siegfried" sounded more like a girl's name.
The Emperor, who would always only say "good, yes, okay" to his Empress, naturally betrayed him in a second. He freed one hand that was holding his waist, wrote down a few names he had considered before on a note, and showed it to He Yan. "Dear, you pick one."
He Yan hesitated for a moment, but didn't carefully look at those few names, and still said, "Let's just call him 'Siegfried', I can't think of a better one either."
He didn't miss the hint of disappointment in the Emperor's expression, although there wouldn't be any particularly strong emotional fluctuations on that deadpan face. But He Yan had long been familiar with their Emperor and naturally couldn't fail to sense his fondness for this name.
Forget it, for such a small matter, as long as their idiot is happy.
On the day Siegfried was removed from the gene cultivation box, He Yan and Adrian arrived at the gene cultivation center early in the morning. Siegfried's cultivation box was located in a tightly sealed sterile room. On that day, besides the couple, there were only two doctors responsible for safely "scooping" Siegfried out of the cultivation box.
Unlike the wrinkled, ugly little red monkeys born through natural childbirth, babies removed from gene cultivation boxes had already adapted to the external environment under extremely precise system regulation. So when Siegfried was successfully scooped out of the liquid-filled cultivation box by the doctor, what He Yan and Adrian saw was a wet, fair and tender, exquisite and cute little bun, whose eyes were already open.
Siegfried was a very well-behaved little baby. After coming out of the cultivation box, he didn't cry or make a fuss, but stared with a pair of round, big eyes, quietly observing the world outside the cultivation box.
Although Siegfried was just a newborn bun now, and his features had not fully opened up, it could be vaguely distinguished that his features were very similar to Adrian's. There were a few strands of light golden soft hair on the top of his head, and only those eyes inherited He Yan's iris color, a very pure black.
"Quite cute." He Yan tentatively stretched out a finger and poked the little bun's face.
Siegfried, whose face was poked, opened his mouth dumbly. After a long time, he made an "ah" sound, and slowly stretched out his chubby little paw, wanting to grab He Yan's finger.
He Yan had already withdrawn his hand. Seeing this, he silently handed it to Siegfried's hand again. Siegfried's hand was very small, and could only barely hold one of He Yan's fingers, and couldn't hold it tightly. In fact, it was just resting on top. After a while, probably tired of holding it, he moved his little mouth, and slowly retracted his hand.
The Emperor looked at this little thing who touched their Empress's hand the first time they met, his expression somewhat profound and inscrutable. Who knows what he was thinking, he also imitated their Empress and poked the other side of the little thing's face.
Perhaps because he had already been harassed once, Siegfried's reaction this time was exceptionally agile. His little paw accurately grasped his father Emperor's finger at once.
The Emperor was startled, and his whole body instantly froze.
Wait, this little thing looks so weak, what if it cries after being poked by him?
Then the Emperor, who dared not move at all, watched helplessly as that little weakling grabbed one of his fingers, slowly stuffed it into his wet mouth, and smacked it a couple of times with his toothless gums.
The Emperor: "......"
He Yan: "Pfft."
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As the product of the Emperor and the military academy bigwig, Siegfried's talent did not disappoint his parents' excellent genes. His spiritual power was SS-level at birth, and his physique was also S+.
In fact, when a baby is born, the spiritual sea and bones are not fully developed, so as the spiritual sea and body develop later, the spiritual power and physique will definitely increase by one or two levels. Generally speaking, by the age of twelve, when the spiritual sea is fully developed, the spiritual power level is more accurate; while the physique level can only be seen after adulthood.
Therefore, it could be foreseen that after Siegfried grew up, he was very likely to become an alpha with SSS-level in both aspects like the Emperor.
Another exceptionally talented alpha.
However, while being a little baby, Siegfried was also a quiet little alpha. He was especially well-behaved, rarely cried or made trouble, and rarely caused mischief. Compared with He Yan's cousin's little alpha who wanted to conquer the world every day, he was simply a little angel.
But when he grew a little older, He Yan and Adrian realized something was wrong. Siegfried seemed to be a bit too quiet. He always sat there silently, lacking enthusiasm for new things, rarely taking the initiative to ask for anything, and rarely taking the initiative to talk to people. Only when facing his two dads would he occasionally reach out for hugs.
It seemed that their Emperor's personality defects were probably really hereditary.
He Yan looked at that little deadpan face that bore a 70% resemblance to their Emperor, and felt a little worried in his heart.
Sometimes when he saw Siegfried, he couldn't help but think, was their Emperor also like this when he was young? Small, well-behaved, hiding alone in an inconspicuous place, quietly observing this world, like a pitiful little mushroom growing in a corner.
Perhaps it was due to their similar personalities, but during Siegfried's growth, he unexpectedly became closer to Adrian between his two fathers.
Although Adrian often secretly spanked his bottom.
On this day, He Yan ended his meeting with the ministers early and came to the back garden to look for their two mushrooms.
It was early summer now, and the roses in the garden were blooming just as passionately under the scorching sun. Deep and light shades of purple and red clustered on the fences and clung to the gaps in the trellises, looking especially enchanting.
He Yan found their big and small mushrooms under the grapevine. It was a perfect time for afternoon tea. His Majesty the Emperor was lazily leaning on a soft cushioned rattan chair. Beside the chair was an exquisite white round table, not large, with equally exquisite tea sets on it. There was only a shallow layer of tea left in the cups, and only some cake crumbs remained on the small plates next to them. It seemed that the two mushrooms here had already enjoyed their tea and snacks.
His Majesty the Emperor would not touch any desserts, and although Siegfried looked like he was carved from the same mold as his iceberg-faced Emperor Father, his taste was basically the same as He Yan's, loving all kinds of desserts.
The little mushroom, who had finished his dessert, was now sticking his little bottom out and lying in his Emperor Father's arms, already quietly asleep.
Adrian was actually asleep too, but he was much more alert than the little mushroom in his arms. When He Yan approached, he opened his eyes and decisively slapped the little mushroom's bottom. The little mushroom shuddered, slowly opened his eyes, and yawned.
He Yan, who was about to say to let Siegfried sleep a little longer: "..."
"Daddy." Siegfried didn't mind being roughly awakened by his Emperor Father at all. He crawled up, wobbling, stepped on the Emperor's belly, and opened his arms to He Yan.
He Yan bent down to pick him up from the Emperor's belly, and gave him a "smack" on his little face in passing.
Siegfried was five years old this year, still a very small one.
His Majesty the Emperor also got up from the rattan chair, stretched his neck and kissed him on the corner of his mouth, "Why are you finishing so early today?"
He had originally calculated the time. After slipping away and feeding the little one, he would be able to return to the bedchamber just before He Yan finished.
Siegfried, held in He Yan's arms, opened his dark eyes and watched his two dads kissing, very quietly.
"Don't mess around." He Yan, holding Siegfried, couldn't free his hands to push away His Majesty the Emperor who was misbehaving in front of the child. He could only take a step back to prevent him from doing more outrageous things.
His Majesty the Emperor felt that the little one between them was very much in the way, so he reached out and pulled him out of He Yan's arms, put him on the ground, and said to him sternly, "You are a big boy now, don't always cling to your dad to hold you, understand?"
Siegfried leaned against his leg, looked up obediently and nodded.
He Yan angrily tugged at His Majesty the Emperor's soft golden hair, then grabbed his handsome face and pinched it. He lowered his head and instructed Siegfried, who was not even as tall as the Emperor's waist, "Don't listen to a single word of what your Emperor Father tells you, understand?"
Siegfried took a few steps with his little legs, moving from one dad's leg to the other dad's leg, hugging it, and continued to nod obediently.
His Majesty the Emperor, whose face was pinched out of shape: "..."
Damn it! Today's little one is also very much a fence-sitter!
The dads had no classes in the afternoon and evening, but one dad had to accompany the other dad to the light web to practice mecha. Siegfried, who had no one to accompany him, could only return to his own room and continue to do the homework assigned by his private teacher.
Both of his dads graduated from the Imperial Military Academy, so Siegfried hoped that he could also be admitted there in the future.
In the evening, after the family had a simple dinner together, Siegfried received a goodnight kiss from each of his two dads, one with the sweet cake aroma he liked, very gentle; the other was a hard kiss, which left a red mark on his face after smacking it, and didn't fade for a long time.
Actually, just as they say on the light web, Emperor Father is indeed a bit stupid.
Siegfried wrapped himself tightly in his little quilt in the dark, touched the place on his face where he had just been kissed, and thought.
But Siegfried was a smart child. In order not to be secretly spanked by his petty Emperor Father, he chose not to say it out loud.
Author's Note: Siegfried is actually a girl's name, hehe.

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