Terra's Magnetic Field

Her mother, her stepfather, her uncle...

After her father passed away, her uncle hastily remarried her mother to the local noble family Chen in order to consolidate his position in this mobile city.

It can be said that her mother had not yet come out of the shadow of her late husband, but was used as a tool for marriage by her brother. The noble man who was responsible for marrying her mother was a famous playboy in the local area, so he naturally didn't care about this "second-hand goods".

Then they completed the task of reproducing offspring without love or even hatred for each other, and gave birth to babies in the egg-laying cabin.

Needless to say, her uncle's attitude was that the existence of this little niece was proof of his incompetence. Being weak and incompetent, he could only gain status by betraying the women around him.

Therefore, in her big family, at least three people did not want this little sister to be born.

This baby has to bear all this before he is even born, how sad...

"Quack!" A hand broke out of the egg, and then the other hand tore the egg apart along the edge of the eggshell. A small head soaked in egg liquid poked out from it, and looked at this strange and new world with a pair of small eyes curiously.

She read loneliness, worry, and pity from the outside...

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No one seemed to be happy about her birth.

She stared at the little girl in front of her who was five or six years younger than her. Her intuition told her that there was some kind of connection between them.

The girl just looked at her silently, with no smile on her face.

Maybe the girl didn't want her sister to be born, because she knew that most children born in political marriages didn't live well. Those children were just symbols in most cases, and no relatives would really accept them into their own family.

Depression, deadly depression spread in the delivery room, making this place of new birth no less gloomy than a morgue.

To ease the atmosphere, Wen Yue took out a gift she had prepared in advance from the drawer of the table beside her, a folded calligraphy paper. She carefully unfolded it and handed it to the girl next to her, whispering to her, "You will read the small words on it later. This should be your uncle's job..."

The girl glanced at the two huge characters in Yan calligraphy on the paper. Combining the small characters at the top and the name at the bottom, she knew what it was.

Every member of the Yan Kingdom's royal family is named by the emperor who reigned when they were born. When the egg is laid, the sex of the fetus can be verified by special means, and the result will be informed to the emperor. The emperor will issue a document within a week to give the name of the newborn, and this document will also serve as proof of identity for the royal family members.

The girl did not receive such treatment. She was not a legitimate member of the royal family of Yan State, so it was not the turn of the emperor of Yan State to name her.

And her sister had to be named by the current emperor Wanchou. Wanchou's handwriting was as unrestrained and sharp as his own. The girl read the preface according to the line of small words above:

"Today, I, the Emperor, will name this newborn... I hope she will have a bright future and a clean character, and will not be like her uncle... So I will name her..."

The girl read the big calligraphy words:

"Hui Jie"

After the girl finished reading the words above, she closed the calligraphy paper and tried hard not to tear up this [sacred] thing. Just by looking at the handwriting and the words, she could taste Wanchou's arrogance, the absolute self-confidence that didn't take anyone seriously, that annoying guy!

At the same time, she also knew who killed her father.

She wants revenge!

But before that, we must accumulate strength first...

While thinking, the girl made a surprising discovery: her newborn sister's forehead had undergone strange changes. As the newborn continued to cry for air, the red spots on her forehead and cheeks became more and more obvious, and the faint light on them was gradually increasing in brightness, and finally turned into a clear flame pattern.

"This is………"

"Emperor's Battle Mark!" Wen Yue was shocked. The proof of the emperor that her husband could not reveal no matter what, her little niece had it when she was born. She rushed to the door of the delivery room excitedly, and couldn't wait to tell others about this discovery. I guess others would also change their views on this newborn because of this, right?

Although the girl didn't know what the "Emperor's War Mark" her aunt was talking about, she had heard her uncle talk about "War Mark" and said it was recorded in "Zulong Dao":

"The battle mark is the proof of the chosen strong. When the battle mark appears on a saint, it means the strong will become a god. When the battle mark appears on a madman, it means the beginning of hell!"

So which category does her sister belong to?

Perhaps in the future she will overthrow Wanchou's brutal rule and become a wise ruler.

Perhaps she will be as cruel as Wanchou and turn this world upside down.

[The Strongest Magnetic Field in Terra. The End of the Past Chapter]

That’s all for today.

Postscript: The past chapter ends here, the preface is over, and the following is what is happening. Let's see what Chen Bao can do in the future.

Fast forward to many years later, Lao Chen ruled Yan Kingdom after the war with Wan Chou, and also annexed Dong Kingdom and Ursus, calling these countries the [Huijie Empire]

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Relying on the power of the magnetic field and the pressure, the reconstruction work was carried out in an orderly manner. In just one year, the Huijie Empire had become a place close to heaven, and the land outside the empire could only be regarded as hell. Only those who possessed the power of the magnetic field could barely survive.

The one who rules the heaven is naturally God.

In the empire, Chen Huijie is the only god. Anyone who resists her, whether they are ordinary people or people with strong magnetic fields, must die.

Old Chen, who has a desire to perform, even broadcast the process of her execution live in the empire. Damn! Chen Huijie has become a big star in the empire!

In this way, a more brutal era began, an era belonging to the [God of War]...

Marshal: Huijie, how could you become so cruel...

Gui Shao: Chen Bao, you know I respect you, but you are hopeless, and now I am going to kill you.

Chen: Damn! Who else can be an enemy of me, Chen Huijie?! Who else deserves to die at the hands of an emperor like me! Do I have to destroy it all? Oh my God! Answer me!

The Marshal: Gua! Alina, please don't die!! (Male face)

Volume 242: Chapter Chapter Fish in the Tank

"You're still a step too slow, Jotaro..."

Saria closed the comic book in her hand. She had already read the part she wanted to read, and she was not interested no matter how exciting the next developments were.

She threw the comic book into the back seat of the car, turned off the heater, and

After adjusting, he put his legs on the center console and sighed.

She was still digesting the contents of the comic book, savoring the ending of her favorite character...

Today's broadcast came from the car speakers, and the content was still Amiya's mobilization speech on the rescue plan for Che City, which had been going on for more than three months since September last year.

Amiya's mobilization plan gave Saria a feeling of all talk but no action. Perhaps they didn't have enough people yet. Such a large-scale operation would require at least fifty people.

And most of these plans are a life-or-death struggle...

As far as Saria knows, no outsider would want to get involved in this operation except those who are particularly loyal to the Doctor.

Kal'tsit, who had already taken control of the organization, was even more negative about the plan, so when the vote came, the Filin woman chose to abstain, saying to Amiya, "It's up to you," and then left angrily. Perhaps she couldn't stand the successor she had cultivated wholeheartedly doing something that went against her.

Saria naturally didn't want to get involved in this matter, because she was not familiar with the doctor, and she didn't want to be involved in the open and secret struggles on the island. She was already tired of the power struggles in Rhine Life in the past, and she didn't expect that the various forces in the small organization she was in now would fight even more happily.

This organization called "Rhode Island" gave Saria the feeling that it was not a pharmaceutical company, but more like a mini United Nations, where all countries sent envoys. If she grabbed a random passerby, he might be a relative of a certain country, or even a senior member of the country...

The heat in the car gradually dissipated, and the cold wind rushed into the car through the open window. Saria took a deep breath and patted her cheeks with both hands, trying to calm herself down. Now was not the time to think about those messy things. She had more important things to deal with.

About her [family]…

Saria opened the car door, somersaulted out, closed the door with a tail whip, and when she landed, she made a small dent on the concrete floor like in a superhero movie. The noise caused several nearby cars to sound "Wow!" alarms.

"Shit..." Saria slapped her forehead. She didn't know why she did that. Couldn't she be more normal like an ordinary person? Why did she always do these weird things inadvertently, causing others to look at her strangely?

The special power in her body began to collide with the ordinary daily life again, and she seemed to have not yet fully adapted to living as an ordinary person. Her emotional side was always tempting her to do big things, but her rationality urged her to calm down quickly because she still had a family to take care of.

"Oh..." She sighed. It would be so convenient if she could fly here directly like before. It would definitely be more comfortable than being squeezed in a small carriage, and she wouldn't have to endure the bumpy journey.

But she couldn't, she absolutely couldn't expose her peculiarities here, because the psychological endurance of the current Terran people was not strong enough to accept the extraordinary existence of [Magnetic Field Ability Users] (Magnetic Field Madmen).

Kal'tsit told her that if she didn't want to cause panic, she should try to act normal. Only by doing so would Kal'tsit allow her to live here with Hemer and Ifrit. (In fact, after ordinary people knew the existence of magnetic field power, many of the Queen Mother's claims would be refuted, and she would completely become a clown...)

Saria felt like she was living like a damn goldfish. This mobile city was her fish tank, so small that she couldn't breathe. How she wanted to destroy all of this...

She could do it. Just by stomping her foot, the entire moving city would fall apart, and everything she hated and was tired of would disappear from this world.

So what is the difference between her and other magnetic field crazy people?

She didn't want to be the kind of person she hated.

The cold air outside the car blew across Saria's cheeks. She walked out of the deserted parking lot as if no one was around and headed towards the detention center not far away.

She is going to pick up her [daughter] next...

........................

Ifrit looked at the face of the woman on the other side of the cell bars. She did not see any anger on that "weather-beaten" face, as if the bad things she had done were insignificant in the eyes of that woman.

If the person standing at the cell door at this moment was Hemer, although she would not show her dissatisfaction on her face, there would still be some wrinkles between her brows and her expression would be much more serious.

The woman was wearing an old leather jacket with a fur collar, khaki jeans and leather boots, a blackened copper leather belt around her waist, and a light-colored baseball cap that matched her jeans. She was dressed in typical Colombian middle-aged attire.

She didn't wear the eye-catching white Rhine protective suit today, which made her look particularly "low-key". Well, that's because this matter was not something worth publicizing.

"How much?" Saria asked the prison guard who brought her here skillfully. When she took out her wallet from the inside of her leather jacket, she habitually showed her ID inside. The prison guard nodded and said, "This girl burned down an entire house. It was a century-old house that belonged to the most powerful [old woman] in the area..."

"How much?" Saria repeated mechanically without raising her head. She seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of thing.

Ifrit smelled numbness and despair in Saria's tone, a numbness that came from losing passion for life due to the past, and a despair that came from experiencing too many irreparable tragedies.

It is precisely because she has experienced various tragedies that she is able to deal with everything numbly and calmly.

The only light left in her eyes was the reflection of the surrounding lights from her pupils. She looked like a dead fish, dull and lifeless. Although she looked the same as when she was young, her inner self had long since withered and decayed...

So in Ifrit's eyes, this Saria is far more terrifying than Hemer, and she definitely doesn't want to become such an "adult"

Eventually, the matter came to an end with a wrinkled check from Saria. She did not tell Ifrit how much she had spent to settle the matter afterwards, but only told her that this was an amount that would allow the other party to let bygones be bygones.

Ifrit didn't ask where Saria got so much money from, and the father and son formed a tacit understanding in silence.

That’s all for today.

Thanks to [Feilong Tai Chi] for the reward, thank you for your support!

Volume 243: Chapter Chapter Loser

On the way to the parking lot, Ifrit was so quiet that Saria couldn't help but ask:

"Are you afraid of me?" She said this with a somewhat sad tone.

Seeing Ifrit shaking his head, Saria asked again, "Then why didn't you say a word? You have to tell me the whole story, otherwise why should I pay for what you did?"

She was so unhappy.

"After this happened, you only dared to mention my name, because I can barely be considered your guardian, and I won't keep nagging like Olivia does. The most important thing is that I am willing to spend money, I won't complain, and I won't tell anyone else!"

There was a lot of self-deprecation in Saria's words. As she passed by the street, she vented her anger by kicking a can on the ground. The can hit the wall not far away and bounced into the trash can on the street. She had perfect control of strength.

This kind of thing is commonplace for Ifrit, and Saria really likes to perform some showy acrobatics in such trivial matters.

"Then why don't you ever nag me like Hemer does?" Ifrit asked back, "You are different from most adults I have met. You almost never lecture me or talk about any big principles."

"Because it's useless, right?" Saria looked up at the sky and exhaled misty hot air.

"Oh..." she sighed.

The dead trees on the street were covered with icicles after the first snow of the year. From a distance, they looked like glass crafts, and Saria's shining white hair blended perfectly with them.

"If I grabbed your pretty little horns and pinned you over a table and spanked you with a belt like they did on The Simpsons, would you respect me?"

Saria's eyes were always fixed on the front instead of Ifrit beside her. It was more like she was talking to herself than having a conversation. It gave Ifrit an indescribable feeling, neither arrogance nor anything else.

"No way?" Saria asked herself and answered, "You are not that mean."

"To be honest, I respect you very much, so you have to respect yourself too," Saria said, taking off her old leather jacket and skillfully draping it over Ifrit's body. Then she touched her head, bent down slightly and whispered in her ear:

"If you feel cold, just say it out loud. Don't hold it in. Don't try to be brave in such a strange place..."

Saria playfully pinched Ifrit's flushed little face. Although she remained expressionless, Ifrit could clearly hear the light hum from her when Saria's fingers touched her face. It was a joy from the bottom of her heart.

“Although Olivia and I are not your biological parents, we cherish you as if you were our own.”

"Then are you my father?" Ifrit asked. She clearly felt Saria's fingers trembling and then quickly retracted.

"…………", Saria was silent for a few seconds, then straightened up and took a few steps forward. There was a little distance between them, and Ifrit had to jog to catch up.

She raised her voice:

"Why do you find excuses to avoid this question every time I ask it? Is this question difficult? I really don't understand you!"

"Then don't try to understand! No one will understand me!! Why do you think they will understand if I tell them?!" Saria replied with a panicked tone. The fragile side of her heart was undoubtedly hurt by Evely's question.

In fact, Saria has always been vague about her "positioning" and she cannot convince herself to play the role of "father" in a family.

Because she herself had a missing childhood, she has no idea what a normal family is like, and it is impossible for her to naturally play the role of "father".

From Ifrit's perspective

You can see that in just a few seconds, the muscles on Saria's face show rich changes in shape. The richness of her expressions and the rapid changes are enough to make any comedian dumbfounded.