Chapter 8: You May Not Believe It
Chapter 8: You May Not Believe It
The narrow living room fell into an eerie silence.
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"The training school was a fake, run by the evil followers of Starry Sky Gate. Not only did they scam me out of my tuition, but they also tried to kill me."
"They were murdering for money. According to our laws, there are rewards for eliminating Starry Sky Gate members."
"Dad, don't rush to find a job. You don't have to worry about our family's finances for now."
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As soon as Jiang Tian finished speaking, Liu Fang rushed over and pulled him close.
"Are you hurt? Let me see!"
She examined her son anxiously. After making sure he was unharmed, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
At that moment, she realized his school uniform was gone and he was wearing a clearly oversized shirt that didn't fit him.
Jiang Yuan hurriedly set down his wine and walked over to check Jiang Tian himself.
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"Huh? How did you end up dealing with Starry Sky Gate?"
Jiang Yuan exhaled sharply, his face turning serious.
"Those people are inhumane. Did you just say you beat them to death?"
"Don't talk nonsense, son. You're only just an adult and haven't even awakened yet. How could you possibly take down the evil disciples of Starry Sky Gate?"
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Jiang Tian extended his hand toward Jiang Yuan.
"Dad, why don't we test it?"
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"Test it?"
Jiang Yuan paused for a moment, then laughed.
"Son, your dad may not be a warrior, but I did awaken."
"Even though my ability didn't grant me a profession, it still boosts my strength by 3%."
"After all these years, I still have a bit of power left."
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Even though he said this, Jiang Yuan had already believed 70% of it.
After all, lying about something like this was too easy to expose.
He grasped his son's hand, testing his strength.
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At first, he used a small amount of force.
But no matter how much he increased it, his son remained unmoved.
Until Jiang Yuan exerted his full strength, his face turning red—
And Jiang Tian still looked completely unaffected.
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Now it was Jiang Yuan's turn to be shocked.
His son's talent… was terrifying!
If this was true, then what Jiang Tian said must also be true!
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"It seems my son only encountered some weak Starry Sky Gate members—just small fry."
"But… my son might actually have the potential to become a Martial Emperor!"
Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan couldn't hold back his excitement.
He burst into laughter.
"Wife, our son is amazing!"
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"Of course! It doesn't matter whose son he is!"
Liu Fang beamed with pride.
But a moment later, she frowned and looked at Jiang Tian worriedly.
"Son, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Stay away from dangerous situations like this in the future."
"You're still a student. This kind of thing isn't your responsibility yet."
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Jiang Tian smiled and reassured her.
"Mom, don't worry. I'm fine."
"Go wash up, then come eat. Afterward, get a good night's sleep and rest."
Liu Fang patted his back before returning to the kitchen.
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After showering and changing clothes, Jiang Tian sat at the dining table.
"I made your favorite pig's trotters today! Eat plenty!"
Liu Fang served her son while checking messages on her phone, smiling.
Jiang Tian had transferred part of the money to her.
Even though she was happy, she sternly warned him not to take such risks again.
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A mother's worry never fades.
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At the small dining table, Jiang Yuan looked much more relaxed.
With financial stability, he no longer had to risk working as a porter.
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But as he watched Jiang Tian chew slowly, Liu Fang asked,
"Son, what's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"
She worried he was feeling resentful about what had happened.
She had actually been worried all along, but kept it to herself so as not to upset him.
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Jiang Tian paused, then shook his head slightly.
"It's nothing… I ate something earlier and I'm already full."
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He looked at the pig's trotters in his bowl, lost in thought.
His mind kept drifting back to the Red Pig's trotter he had eaten earlier.
Even though his mom's cooking was amazing and irreplaceable—
The difference in ingredients was too vast for even the best cooking skills to compensate.
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Then, Jiang Tian suddenly put down his chopsticks and looked at his parents seriously.
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"Dad, Mom!"
"I want to transfer to the elite class."
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Jiang Tian's words stunned Liu Fang and Jiang Yuan.
They exchanged bewildered glances.
Jiang Yuan set down his wine glass, slightly tipsy, his face flushed red.
"Why the sudden change? Didn't you want to be a chef?"
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"Son, although it would be a waste for you not to become a warrior with your talent, I still want you to follow your heart."
"I just want you to do what makes you happy."
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Jiang Yuan wasn't a warrior.
But he had been educated and had seen what true geniuses looked like.
The geniuses from his youth had become the backbone of humanity today.
And now, he realized something.
His son's talent surpassed them all.
Jiang Tian's future contributions would be enormous.
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But Jiang Yuan was just a father.
An ordinary father.
He didn't care about glory or contributions—
He just wanted his son to be happy.
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"I'm transferring to the elite class… to become a better chef."
Jiang Tian's eyes gleamed.
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"A good chef needs the best ingredients. If I want to be a top chef, I need top-quality ingredients."
"Aliens make the best ingredients!"
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Jiang Tian's voice grew more excited.
"I want to transfer to the elite class, get into Warrior University, and earn the qualifications to freely enter and exit the Space-Time Gate."
"I'll hunt the finest ingredients, create the most exquisite dishes, and become the world's greatest chef!"
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As he spoke, Jiang Tian found himself reminiscing about the Red Pig's trotter.
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Just thinking about it made his mouth water.
He couldn't stop swallowing.
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Meanwhile, his parents listened.
They felt something was off…
But they couldn't quite figure out what.
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Is this about being a chef or a warrior?!
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At the same time—
The abandoned factory had been completely sealed off by patrol officers.
A citywide emergency meeting was underway.
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At the factory's entrance, Huang Hui, the chief of Yue City's Patrol Office, stood watching the cleanup.
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"Damn it. These animals aren't human."
He cursed, taking a deep drag of his cigar.
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Bang!
A hand smacked the back of his head.
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"Can you smoke less, you stinking brat? You're choking me!"
Huang Hui immediately extinguished his cigar, turning to his old master.
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At that moment, a patrol officer rushed over.
"Sir! We found out who did this!"
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"So fast? Who was it?"
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The officer hesitated, then said,
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"His name is Jiang Tian."
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Huang Hui frowned.
"Jiang Tian? Never heard of him. What's his background?"
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The patrol officer swallowed nervously.
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"He… he's a high school student."
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Snap!
The cigar fell from Huang Hui's hand.