This time, the Vatican’s holy arrival seems to be a struggle for faith, but it’s actually a global test of Brian’s capabilities.
Similar scenes appear in regions across the globe.
Soon, various blood moon knowledge programs start stirring up on the internet.
Following this, there are videos of humans with extraordinary powers, gradually revealing the blood moon secrets that have been kept under wraps for nearly a hundred years.
In fact, such videos have long flooded the international internet.
Especially in those remote small countries.
Back when mutants first appeared, numerous video recordings were left behind.
In their quest for power, battles were inevitable.
Such people wouldn’t care about exposure; they often showcased their powers in front of many ordinary people.
Previously, these videos didn’t flood the media simply because countries had a tacit understanding to block them, distorting the facts.
Now, there’s no interference.
The internet is brimming with all sorts of content.
Especially those cult organizations.
They are more active than ever, openly recruiting people.
The fake ones are easy to deal with.
Those cult organizations hiding mutants use their members to showcase powers, genuinely garnering considerable private funding and recruiting new members.
Brian is nervously awaiting the birth of his first child.
Outside the delivery room, a big crowd has gathered.
Even Dean, who has been hiding on a small island playing games and relaxing with his wife, is waiting outside.
Seeing Brian pacing back and forth.
Dean laughs: "Susan’s physique is now stronger than mine; having a baby is probably easier than going to the bathroom, you don’t need to be so nervous."
In past lives and this life, this is truly the first time he’s becoming a father.
Although he’s long known the baby’s appearance and gender, Brian even used his spiritual power to educate the child as soon as awareness formed, beginning prenatal education...
Yet he’s still nervous.
Nearby, the long-missing old codger holds a toddler’s hand, grinning: "Stop pacing, I’ve calculated, mother and child are healthy!"
He’s been enjoying life these past years.
Why wouldn’t he enjoy it?
His old buddy, Old White, now calls him dad all the time.
The single old codger now has brothers and a child, happily wandering around with the kid using Brian’s card, without worrying about being attacked, living more joyfully than before.
Brian is about to speak when he hears a woman’s scream from the delivery room.
Brian flashes, instantly inside the delivery room.
Susan doesn’t want her birthing moment seen by too many people.
She wanted to give birth by herself, not allowing outsiders to be involved.
Susan finally agreed to let the specially trained Lizard Woman Linda in to help.
The person who just screamed was Linda.
Inside the delivery room, Susan, with a dark face, is holding a struggling little figure.
The little one has grasped a rather large pair of ’eye masks’ in its hands.
Linda is using a torn clothing to cover her exposed snow-white skin, full of speechlessness and grievance.
The torn clothing bears two damp little handprints...
His face grows dark as well.
Seemingly sensing Brian’s presence.
The little figure in Susan’s grip flashes and escapes Susan’s hold, appearing in Brian’s arms.
The little one hugs Brian, its big beautiful eyes blinking twice, opening a mouth full of teeth, muttering: "Dad, this bad sister won’t give granny milk.."
The room’s temperature suddenly rises.
Susan’s long hair lifts into the air. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
Her eyes blaze with flames; she steps before Brian, chillingly: "Do I not have milk?!!!"
The little one deftly hides behind Brian, poking a small head out, pitifully saying: "Hot, mom’s milk is really hot.."
Brian is cutely melted by his child’s voice.
He stands tall, blocking Susan: "Uh, Susan.."
Susan erupts in flames: "I’ll teach the son in the future; you aren’t allowed to teach anymore!"
For the sake of his future happiness, Brian instantly vanishes.
Without dad’s support, the little one falls down, eventually grabbed by Susan’s little foot, swaying head-down.
Four-plus years of prenatal education.
The little one who thought he knew who was boss realized he picked the wrong pillar.
Facing his mother’s eruption, the little one squeezes an innocent smile, reaching out to Susan, attempting to awaken her maternal instincts: "The world only has good moms, mom hug.."
Outside the delivery room, people are unaware of the situation.
Seeing Brian emerge, they rush forward to inquire.
Feeling a bit guilty, Brian starts to explain.
The loud cry of the child finally echoes from the delivery room.
Brian exhales in relief, saying to everyone: "Smooth delivery, mother and child are safe!"
With such powerful cries, it must have gone smoothly.
After a round of banquets.
Not until late at night does Brian have a chance to visit his wife and child.
As for when the child will meet everyone, naturally, it has to wait till the full moon.
After more than five years of nurturing.
The little one looks much larger than typical newborns, eyes open, teeth complete, even able to talk, but the ceremony is still necessary.
Currently, only Dean and his wife have seen the little one.