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Planet Kent, Kent Academy for Gifted Heroes.
Charles's Office.
Charles looked at the stack of reports on his desk, his expression a mix of amusement and irony. He had organized a survey at Little Lamb's kindergarten using drawings to determine who the children most wanted to see. He had assumed he, as the school founder, would be the most popular choice. Instead, it was his father!
Charles flipped through the drawings collected by the teachers, feeling half-relieved and half-bitter. Not a single child had asked to see him.
However...
"Hahahaha!"
Charles couldn't hold back a laugh when he saw one particular drawing. As expected of his little brother.
Meow-Ear, who helps people with massages...
"But this kid really can draw. These are just watercolors, but it looks like a high-def computer print. Could it be..." Charles's expression shifted slightly as he murmured, "Did he awaken some sort of art-related ability?"
Speaking of Little Lamb's powers—even Charles, who was incredibly well-traveled and had seen countless abilities, had never encountered anything like it. New powers kept emerging as if from an inexhaustible well.
"Maybe the little guy will end up being the strongest of us all," Charles said with a faint smile. Looking at the drawings, he decided he should help these children fulfill their wishes and let them meet his father.
"And I'm definitely not doing this just so Dad can see Little Lamb's drawing..." Charles muttered to himself, standing up to leave the office.
He and Eric hadn't been home for quite a while. They could head back together today, and he'd give Clark a call too. It was time for a family reunion.
The Kent Residence.
Space tore open as a blue portal quietly manifested. Little Lamb stepped through, and the portal vanished behind him. For a child of the Kent family, going to school was just that simple and unpretentious.
"I'm back!"
Little Lamb shouted, but when no one responded, he vanished from the spot. After doing a quick lap around the house, he reappeared, looking confused. "Where did everyone go? Why is it empty?"
Scratching his head, Little Lamb pulled out his phone. After a few taps, a holographic screen projected into the air. He skillfully opened a game and rubbed his hands together.
"Let's go! I'm going to dominate the Rift!"
Entering the game, Little Lamb unhesitatingly chose the Jungle role. Despite his age, his gaming skills were formidable. Counter-jungling, ganking, split-pushing—it wasn't long before his brilliant plays made him "Legendary."
However, his expression turned grim, even somewhat fierce. The team atmosphere was toxic. Because the bottom lane had made consecutive mistakes, they had started arguing and intentionally feeding the enemy in the late game.
Minutes later, looking at the blood-red "DEFEAT" banner on the screen, Little Lamb felt helpless. A few seconds passed... and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He finally couldn't hold it in and screamed.
"Aaargh! What a bunch of morons! We could have won! I was Legendary!"
He glared at his teammates' names and hit the report button without hesitation. "I always get stuck with these people," he grumbled, looking thoroughly displeased.
"Fine, I'll just play by myself!"
Little Lamb muttered as his body blurred. Four identical clones split off from his body and hopped down.
"Let's play!"
Little Lamb waved a hand and adjusted the holographic settings. In the next second, four more virtual screens were projected. The five "Lambs" looked at each other and solemnly started the game. This time, no one would throw the match. Furthermore, he and his clones shared a hive mind.
"Ha!" Little Lamb laughed triumphantly. "How can I lose this time? I ask you, how can I lose?!"
As the match began, Little Lamb and his four clones moved like a precision machine. In under fifteen minutes, before the enemy even had a chance to surrender, they had demolished the enemy base.
"Haha!" Little Lamb laughed happily, celebrating with himself. But as he looked at the four identical versions of himself laughing back, he shivered. "Looking at it like this is actually a bit creepy..."
He muttered a command and deactivated his ability. As the clones vanished, he let out a long sigh of relief.
Just then, the front door opened. Little Lamb's eyes lit up. Seeing through the walls that Mike and Raven were carrying a load of groceries, he flickered and disappeared.
"Daddy!"
Little Lamb appeared out of thin air and leaped up, hugging Mike's neck. Mike smiled, spinning around with the groceries in his hands. Once Little Lamb hopped down, Mike asked, "How was today? Did you have fun at school?"
Little Lamb looked down guiltily for a split second before shouting, "Of course I did!"
"Oh!" Mike nodded. He had no inkling that Little Lamb had "opened the eyes" of his classmates during class.
Raven smiled and stroked the boy's hair. "Come help us wash the vegetables. Your brothers are coming home in a bit."
"Which one?" Little Lamb asked curiously, taking a large bag from Raven.
"All of them!"
"All of them?!" Little Lamb was overjoyed. He then asked, "What about their girlfriends?"
"Barring any special circumstances, they should be coming too," Mike said with a chuckle, heading into the kitchen with the food.
Tonight, he had decided on Hot Pot. For a full family gathering, nothing was more convenient. Mike had prepared the broth base himself.
One half was a vibrant, crimson spicy broth. Just looking at it evoked a sense of heat; the unique aroma of chili peppers hooked the tongue like a sultry dancer, making one salivate uncontrollably. Little Lamb took one look and was already impatient for a taste.
Compared to the seductive red broth, the clear broth on the other side seemed much gentler. Its unique mushroom-based umami seeped into the heart like a soothing spring.
Little Lamb licked his lips. "It all looks delicious."
"If it's delicious, eat your fill later." Mike pinched the boy's nose.
Suddenly, Little Lamb's eyes went wide. "Aaaah!" He let out a tragic shriek as tears began to pour from his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Mike looked at him in confusion, reaching out to touch the boy's face.
Little Lamb scrambled back two steps and cried out in a tragic voice, "Spicy! Daddy! Your hands are so spicy!"
Mike froze, then licked his finger. "Ah... it is a bit..."
"Waaaah! It hurts!" Little Lamb clutched his stinging eyes and rubbed his nose—which felt like it was on fire—and ran toward Raven.
Raven shot an annoyed look at the embarrassed Mike but couldn't help a small laugh as she led Little Lamb to the bathroom.
Seconds later, a startled cry from Raven echoed from the bathroom. Mike vanished instantly and reappeared inside.
"What happened?" Mike rushed in, only to freeze. "Is this even possible?"
Tears were geysering out of Little Lamb's eyes like twin fountains. This definitely wasn't normal; the little guy had clearly awakened a new ability.
Raven looked at Mike. Mike looked at Raven. In the next second, both burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha!"
Though they felt a bit bad for the kid, the sight of Little Lamb's "tears like a fountain" expression was simply too ridiculous to resist.
"You guys are still laughing!" Little Lamb shouted angrily. The volume of water flowing from his eyes instantly tripled, becoming a literal high-pressure fountain. If this continued, the house would be flooded.
Mike suppressed his laughter and said to Raven, "I'll handle this, go ahead and head out."
Raven nodded, gave Little Lamb a concerned look, and left the bathroom.
Splaaaash...
Mike couldn't resist rinsing his hands in Little Lamb's tears. When the boy looked ready to explode again, Mike coughed and said quickly, "How do you feel right now?"
"I don't feel anything, my nose and eyes just feel spicy!"
"Stabilize your emotions. Try to ignore the stinging sensation. See if you can control it." Mike calmed the boy down as a card designed to keep one's heart peaceful dissolved into points of light.
Little Lamb nodded. His sky-blue eyes, which had been rippling like a disturbed lake, returned to a calm, mirror-like state within seconds. As time passed, the geyser of tears slowed to a trickle and finally stopped.
Little Lamb let out a sigh of relief. That fountain-tear expression had made him look like a literal emoji.
"Good job," Mike said, ruffling his hair.
"Of course! Who do you think my dad is?" Little Lamb said proudly. He truly was a natural at controlling his abilities.
"Mike! Clark and the others are back!" Raven's voice called out. Mike stood up, opened the door, and after a quick response, took Little Lamb to his room to change clothes.
"Dad, what happened?" Clark asked in confusion as he saw Mike soaking wet. "Did a pipe burst?"
"Pfft! Hahahaha!" Raven burst into laughter. Clark and Hope stood there stunned. What is going on?
Raven beckoned them over. "Come here, I'll tell you." A moment later, Clark and Hope were laughing too.
"What are you all laughing at?"
Little Lamb poked his head into the living room, looking at the three laughing adults with suspicion. I think you're laughing at me, but I have no evidence.
"Pfft! Hahahaha!" The three, who had just managed to stop, lost it again the moment they saw him.
Little Lamb: (▼ヘ▼#)
You are definitely laughing at me! He shot them a glare and ran into the kitchen.
"Ahem!" Clark cleared his throat, covering the mouth of Hope—whose stomach hurt from laughing—and whispered, "Everyone stop. If we trigger him into awakening another new power, it won't be good."
The two others stiffened. That was... a very real possibility. Hope felt a twinge of envy. How is it that Little Lamb awakening a power is as easy as eating or sleeping? Clark had told her that the boy didn't even know exactly how many powers he had because there were simply too many.
And here I was laughing so hard... I'm so stupid. I should be crying out of jealousy. Hope's mouth felt a bit bitter.
Just then, the door opened and Gwen ran in. Seeing Clark and Hope, she screamed "Big brother!" but threw herself into Hope's arms first. Clark froze, a wry smile forming on his face, but Gwen quickly turned and hugged him too. "Brother, you're finally home."
Pinching her cheek, Clark said dotingly, "You little rascal."
Gwen giggled, whispering in his ear, "I thought you'd forget about us now that you have Sister Hope."
"What are you talking about!" Clark looked at her helplessly and proceeded to mess up her hair.
Gwen screamed and ran upstairs. Once at the top, she made an archery gesture at Clark. A blue flame arrow flew out and landed on Clark's chest.
Bang! The flame exploded, but it didn't hurt Clark; instead, it felt quite comfortable. "Naughty girl!" Clark smiled. Gwen hummed a happy tune as she ran back to her room, looking forward to the dinner.
A few minutes later...
"We're home!"
Accompanied by a clear, bright voice, Charles and Eric appeared before everyone, bringing Jean and Hela with them.
"You guys got here fast!" Charles said in surprise, nodding to Hope.
"You guys were too slow!" Clark laughed, lightly punching Eric and Charles on the shoulders.
"Sss!" The two sucked in a breath of cold air in synchronized drama.
Clark sneered. "You're overacting." Did they think he didn't know exactly how much force he'd used?
"Heh!" Eric and Charles looked at each other and gave awkward laughs. Seeing a dangerous glint in Clark's eye, they quickly stepped forward and pulled him into a group hug. Clark patted them both on the back.
Just then, Gwen walked downstairs and looked at them with pure disdain. "Three grown men hugging for that long."
The three stiffened, then turned cold glares toward Gwen. She broke into a cold sweat. "What do you want?"
"Nothing," Charles said with a predatory, innocent smile. He approached her as if nothing was wrong, then suddenly grabbed her. "Quick!" he shouted.
Clark and Eric rushed forward with wicked grins. Each used a hand to rub Gwen's freshly combed hair into a bird's nest.
"Aaaah!" Gwen shrieked. Blue flames erupted from her body, and her platinum-blonde hair vanished entirely as she used her ability to slip away.
Escaping their encirclement, Gwen grinned at them, pointing to her now-hairless head. "Gone! Let's see what you rub now."
"Hahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.
"Come over here, ignore these three toddlers," Hope said with a smile, taking Jean and Hela by the hands. Jean nodded, while Hela looked at Gwen with curiosity. The three women walked over to Raven and began chatting softly.
"Dinner is ready!" Mike's voice called out, and everyone eagerly moved toward the table.
(End of Chapter)