Chapter 106: Bloodline Is a Miraculous Thing

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: Bloodline Is a Miraculous Thing

Liam took out one tube of the Gene-Defect Restoration Fluid just traded from the Level 3 stall to drink right inside the soul space; the cool emerald-green solution had barely touched the tip of his tongue when it turned into a warm, refreshing stream of biological energy, instantly spreading from his throat straight down to his lower abdomen and running along all the meridians throughout his body.

Liam could clearly sense through their blood connection that the little one inside his belly was happily stretching its shoulders once. The mental power source that had originally been slightly restless and pressing down on its Papa’s body within the little one’s mental core was immediately enveloped gently by the B+-grade gene-repairing active compound, completely compensating for the smallest points of genetic conflict and tempering it into an extraordinarily solid, pure mass.

Not only that, the surplus biological nutrients even permeated outward in reverse, silently nourishing and expanding the resilience of the reproductive cavity along with the blood vessels around Liam’s E++-grade gland, helping his body adapt completely to the rapid development of the fetus during the final months.

Nirvana used the system scanner to check Liam once over from head to toe, cheering joyfully:

[Host! The remaining 0.5% rate of latent genetic defect risk has officially dropped to a flat 0%! Moreover, the physical foundation of the little one has even been reinforced to the level of perfection; later when born, the child is guaranteed to be as strong as an ox, no longer fearing any hereditary illnesses of a high-grade Alpha clan!]

Liam let out a long sigh of relief, the boulder weighing heavily on his heart ever since learning he was pregnant until now completely lifted away. The remaining two tubes of Gene-Defect Restoration Fluid inside the preservation box were carefully stored by him into a special slot of the system storage bag, as he planned to save them until the eighth month and right before the day of childbirth to drink the rest, ensuring absolute certainty without a single slip.

When Liam opened his eyes to leave the soul space, less than a single minute had passed outside.

He took out the Pure Morning Dew Collection Vase, whose exterior had been camouflaged by Nirvana into a small-sized silver-alloy air humidifier, placing it onto the small table right at the head of Noah’s hibernation pod.

The vase had barely been set down when it immediately took effect, silently drawing in a portion of the pheromones of rum blended with golden orange lingering in the room along with the jasmine fragrance on Liam’s person and the plant vitality from the garden above ground, condensing them into transparent drops of liquid sparkling like morning dew at the bottom of the vase.

"After drinking up all of my grass worm soup, now you even get to freeload off my level-up treasure as well." Liam stood beside the edge of the hibernation pod, bowing his head to look at the handsome face sleeping soundly inside, letting out a light snort: "Later when you wake up, if you do not pay the medical treatment fee and the pheromone supply fee in full, I will force you to go hoe dirt to grow vegetables on Cygnus for ten years to pay off the debt."

Right at this moment, the little one inside Liam’s belly suddenly kicked hard once against the wall of its Papa’s belly, whether because its energy was too abundant from having just finished absorbing the active compound of the Gene-Defect Restoration Fluid or not.

"Ouch!"

Liam let out a soft cry, reflexively bending over to bring both hands around his belly. The kick just now was much stronger than usual, causing his belly to tilt slightly forward, pressing right against the half-opened glass wall of the hibernation pod.

One of Liam’s hands braced against the rim of the pod to keep his balance, while his taut, round pregnant belly beneath the soft wool sweater accidentally brushed lightly against the back of Noah Coronado’s hand resting across Noah’s hip.

Separated by only a thin layer of wool sweater fabric.

The air inside the underground room suddenly seemed to freeze still the very moment the warm, round belly touched the back of the man’s hand.

Noah’s brainwave line, which had originally been calm on the medical monitoring screen beside them, suddenly leapt upward into towering wave peaks!

[Beep! Beep! Beep! Warning: High-intensity mental power fluctuation detected from the subject!]

The very faint alarm sound from the monitor had barely rung out, before Liam even had time to step back, when the originally motionless right hand of the man inside the pod suddenly flipped over.

Noah’s five slender, powerful fingers spread wide, pressing with unimaginable precision squarely onto Liam’s protruding belly!

Liam’s entire body froze stiff on the spot, his breath catching in his throat as well.

The man on the treatment bed still had his eyes shut tight, not having awakened at all from his deep hibernation sleep. Yet his hand instinctively sought out the place gestating his very own flesh and blood under the miraculous guidance of bloodline and the resonance from the child’s mental core.

The palm of Noah’s hand burned as scorching hot as a glowing ember through a layer of wool sweater.

The little one inside Liam’s belly also seemed to recognize the first direct touch from its Daddy. That tiny living creature slowly glided forward instead of shrinking back or kicking about wildly, using its tiny head or perhaps its tiny bottom to rub lightly against the exact spot where Noah’s palm was pressing on the outside, pushing the wool sweater layer up into a small round bump.

The hand of the comatose man trembled with a very faint beat the very next second.

A stream of golden-yellow mental power, warm to the utmost limit, so pure that the naked eye could almost see it as a hazy glow, slowly poured forth from his fingertips. It no longer held a single trace of the sharpness of the God of War who had once single-handedly slaughtered tens of thousands of the Insectoid race beyond the frontier, instead transforming into the softest cocoon in the world, gently enveloping both Liam and the little child inside Liam’s belly.

Noah’s thumb even unconsciously stroked lightly back and forth across the spot that had just bulged up on Liam’s belly, the movement clumsy yet careful, cherishing it as though touching the most precious treasure of his life.

A very faint trace of moisture glinted beneath the light of the underground room at the tightly shut corner of the eye of that man who had always been known as cold-blooded, heartless.

The only thing keeping Noah’s consciousness from vanishing completely throughout five months of sinking into the endless darkness of a collapsed mental sea, amidst frenzied energy storms threatening to tear his soul apart, was that night’s sweet jasmine fragrance and the obsession with finding the Omega who had stayed by his side.

He had no idea whatsoever that while he was struggling against death in the freezing darkness, out in the outside world, that person had quietly carried within the body a tiny life sharing the same bloodline with him.

The instinct of a father and of an Alpha protecting his mate had transcended every barrier of reason at this very moment to answer the call of his child, even though his consciousness remained imprisoned within the deep layers of hibernation sleep.

Liam stood motionless beside the edge of the pod, looking at the large hand resting on his belly, feeling once more the wave of warmth transmitting through the layer of clothing to soak deep into every fiber of his flesh. Inside his chest, where his heart had always been wrapped in a shell of pragmatic reason belonging to a forty-year-old uncle who had experienced every kind of life, death, parting in his previous life, a corner suddenly melted soft.

A poignant sensation mingled with a strange warmth welled up in the bridge of his nose.

Theodore had barely heard the brainwave alarm sound through his handheld device on the staircase leading down to the basement when he hurriedly ran down. However, his hurried footsteps immediately froze still when he stepped up to the door of the underground room and saw the scene inside.

The pregnant Omega youth stood quietly beside the bed beneath the gentle light of the hibernation pod, one hand placed over the man’s hand that was pressed tightly against the youth’s belly. Between the two of them and the unborn child there seemed to be an invisible bond that nothing could sever, causing all the rioting readings on the machine screens to subside into the calmest curves.

Theodore stood outside the door watching for a long time, the corners of his eyes growing slightly damp. He remembered his late younger brother Asher from back then, then looked again at his maternal nephew before his eyes who had suffered so many grievances, silently telling himself in his heart that so long as Crown Prince Noah genuinely loved, protected Liam along with the child, he could let go of all past grievances. He quietly switched off the alarm device in his hand, gently stepping back to return upstairs, restoring the quiet space to their family of three.

Liam bowed his head inside the underground room to look at Noah’s hand that was still gently stroking his belly, letting out a soft sigh before speaking quietly in a nasal voice:

"Alright then... Seeing that even while sleeping like a pig you still know how to love our child, I will temporarily cross off five years of your hoeing dirt, reducing it to only five years. If you do not want our child to forget your face, you had best wake up before the day I give birth, do you hear me clearly?"

The little one inside the belly kicked lightly once more beneath the palms of the two of them, as though nodding in agreement with the words its Papa had just spoken.