I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms-Chapter 474: Extra 13: "Chen Universe" (13)

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In the following period, Elder Bai kept his mind focused on his own "White Continent", appearing as if he had found a new toy, playing with extreme excitement.

Meanwhile, everyone else went about their own business, occasionally stopping by to check on the progress.

In the blink of an eye.

More than thirty days had passed.

During this time, Chen Miao had also become accustomed to this world, with her only daily task being to take Lord Miao around the city to explore shops.

Yes, explore shops.

"Sigh."

Chen Miao looked at Lord Miao somewhat helplessly, "I think you’re not interested in developing your own business, you’re just plain greedy."

Lord Miao somewhat embarrassingly tucked her sideburns behind her ear.

"Is that not okay?"

"Sure it’s okay, how could it not be? What you say goes."

...

This way, the days drifted by unremarkably yet tinged with a hint of happiness, and three years had passed.

In these three years.

Chen Miao and Lord Miao hardly ever fought, mainly because at their level, there was practically nothing left to fight about.

Most marital disputes stem from trivial daily needs, and they had no shortage of those; whatever they wanted was delivered to them without them even asking, as their subordinates quickly noted their desires and attended to them promptly.

And Lord Miao’s admiration for Chen Miao was extreme, firmly believing that everything Miao said was right.

Thus, there weren’t any fundamental differences in their beliefs.

Honestly, it was quite difficult for a quarrel to even arise in such circumstances.

And today...

It was a very important day.

Everyone in the Chen Residence was gathered together for a single reason: Lord Miao had been found to be with child.

"Very well, very well."

Sitting in the seat of honor, Chen Yi’s hair had already turned somewhat gray. In theory, with Chen Yi’s means, he surely had ways to prolong his life, but recently, influenced by someone unknown, he insisted on making his hair grayer, claiming that it made him look more mature and infused him with middle-aged man’s charm.

No one below dared to comment, and Jiaye certainly wouldn’t object, so it became so.

Chen Miao, although somewhat helpless about it, let it be, because she had to admit that it really did give the impression of a family patriarch.

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Chen Yi was brimming with pleasure, and he couldn’t restrain his smiling lips as he continuously nodded towards the slightly shy Lord Miao sitting beside him, "Very well, indeed, very good. Chen Yue, you should learn from your brother; your brother is going to be a father, and you?"

"When can you stop worrying me?"

"I’m finally going to be a grandfather."

"Ah, truly wonderful."

"Miao’er, what do you think I should prepare as a gift for my future great-grandson?"

"Whatever."

Chen Miao shook her head helplessly, realizing that having a high position also came with its drawbacks; life had lost its sense of anticipation, such as for her child, whose future would be quite pitiful.

To put it nicely, he would be the luckiest child in the universe, without a worry for food or clothing, and upon his safe arrival, he would instantly become one of the most authoritative individuals in the entire universe.

99.9999% of people could not reach at the end of their lifetime what her child would be given as a starting point.

But...

This also meant that no one had any expectations for her child’s future.

Having everything handed to them on a silver platter can make life quite uninteresting.

"Let me think about it..."

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Chen Yi propped his chin with one hand and pondered for a moment but still shook his head, "Forget it, I didn’t expect this either. When my grandson reaches one hundred days, we’ll draw lots to see what he likes. Right... send out the order."

"From now on, this planet is in complete lockdown, no one is allowed in or out."

"Of course, the most important thing is to seal off the space!"

"I damn well don’t want to see my grandson time travel without even seeing his face. If he must travel through time, at least let me hold him first!"

This had become a tradition of the Old Chen Family.

Every member of the Old Chen Family has to go through time travel at least once, like his younger son, Chen Qiu. He hadn’t even seen his face when he time-traveled inside Jiaye’s belly, and thinking about this made him upset.

"And you, Chen Yue, you better hurry up and have one too!"

"Hear me?"

"Oh."

Sitting on the side, Chen Yue nodded his head quietly but couldn’t help complaining inwardly, Who can give birth like you, I still haven’t had one, and you and mother have already given me another younger brother.

"..."

Chen Yi, who was talking enthusiastically just now, suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Yue with an expressionless face.

Chen Yue’s facial expression also instantly stiffened. How could he forget that his father had the ability of mind-reading? After his mouth twitched slightly for a long while, he stood up and walked out with a stiff scalp, "Well then, I’ve got a special item for protecting babies in my room. Uh, sister-in-law, I’ll go get it for you."

After saying that, he left the scene as if fleeing.

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And so, more than a year passed.

The baby was born safely and had reached one hundred days old. Chen Miao named his first child ’Chen Ping’, meaning his life could only be mundane from now on. Right off the bat, he reached the finish line, and didn’t even have the chance to race. Indeed, his latter half of life could only be ordinary.

Thinking about it made him feel sorry for the child.

At the one-hundred-day lot-drawing ceremony, amidst countless items like swords, money, meteorite fragments, brushes, and drawing boards, the child laid on the ground, picked up a brush with a babbling mouth, and hugged it in his hands, refusing to let go.

"Hmm..."

Chen Yi, who was sitting at the side, pondered for a while before hesitatingly saying, "My grandson seems to be preparing to become a calligrapher, a cultured person?"

"Wife, have we ever had scholars in the Chen Family over the years?"

"That’s good, that’s good."

Then Chen Yi nodded even more satisfied, "Being a scholar is good. The Old Chen Family’s combat power is already plenty. What we really need is some cultural depth. Knowing astronomy above and geography below is the hallmark of great talent."

"Someone!"

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"Since my grandson wants to be involved in calligraphy, let’s fulfill his wishes!"

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Just like that.

Time slipped away carelessly for another three years. During these three years, the planet had been in complete lockdown, and space was totally sealed. Chen Yi really didn’t dare to unseal it, fearing that his eldest grandson would disappear again.

Vanishing to who knows which planet or universe.

He was truly scared.

During these three years, Chen Ping progressed from crawling on all fours to walking and talking, though not very fluently, he was already able to communicate smoothly with others.

Of course, he also loved brushes.

It’s just that...

His way of using them was somewhat strange.

For example, right now—

Chen Miao sat inside the house with a complex look on his face, watching Chen Ping outside in the yard, seriously waving a brush in his hand as if practicing swordplay and couldn’t help murmuring, "Something doesn’t feel quite right with this child."

"Using the brush as a sword?"

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"This doesn’t quite seem like a scholar’s behavior."