bioinnovel Chapter 6 Background
Chapter 6 Background
Moonlight shone through the hole in the top of the stone chamber, shimmering on the pool.
The question, "I'm not your biological son either," sounded particularly clear in the stone chamber.
Old Abel was bending over, filling his water bag, when he heard this, his hand trembled, and he almost shoved the water bag into the spring.
He slowly tied the rope, turned around, and plopped down on the edge of the pool, his back to the campfire and his face to the moonlight.
He struck a very confident pose, as if he were about to tell a legendary story rather than a family secret.
Leah blinked her big, platinum-gray eyes, glanced at her father, then at her brother, her little face filled with the question, "Who am I? Where am I? What do I want to hear?"
"You brat, you're not half as handsome as I was in my youth, so you're definitely not my biological son." Old Abel clicked his tongue, chewing on his unlit pipe.
Lynn: "..."
Dad, touch your bald spot, do you even believe what you're saying?
Lynn stroked his chin, his gossip radar beeping in his head: "Am I the neighbor's son? Or Eliza's mother's white moonlight—"
Lynn recalled the plots of novels and online news he often read in his previous life.
Especially the return of the white moonlight, which has been very popular recently.
"Thump!"
The pipe hit his forehead with pinpoint accuracy.
"You brat!"
Old Abel glared: "Your mother and I were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since we were toddlers! What nonsense! I'm your mother's ideal woman. (Never mind whether Abel understands the concept of 'ideal woman,' that term exists in other worlds too.)"
Lynn rubbed his forehead and grimaced.
Abel's gaze drifted into the distance as he began to reminisce: "It was nineteen years ago, winter, so cold that even the wild wolves wished they could wear cotton-padded coats..."
"Get to the point, Dad."
"What's the rush!" Abel rolled his eyes at him. "The other day I went into the woods to try and find a snow fox fur vest for your mother—she's frail and gets cold easily."
"In the end, we didn't find any fox fur, but we did spot a strange thing in the snow."
Lynn pricked up her ears.
"A garment, shaped very strangely, like a human-shaped toad," Abel gestured.
That shape?
Isn't this the 8848 thermal underwear (toad version) I wore in my past life?
This thermal underwear is touted as a groundbreaking technological achievement in materials science for people's livelihood.
It is not only warm in winter and cool in summer.
Moreover, it will automatically degrade every three years.
We're not worried about consumers wearing the same clothes all the time and not buying new ones.
It can continuously stimulate consumer spending.
As for "Lycoris radiata," it's a tribute to Lynn's clownish, swan-like campus romance.
"The material is strange; it's a thin layer, yet it's as warm as holding a fireplace..."
"Stop, stop, stop, let's not talk about that. What about the dress in the back?" Lynn interrupted.
"You rude brat! That piece of clothing was perfectly fine, and then it just mysteriously disappeared right under your mother's nose."
"Luckily, your mother wasn't wearing that dress that day."
"otherwise..."
It really is an 8848 thermal underwear.
Heartless and wicked capitalists.
"So, you just picked me up out of the blue?"
Lynn blinked and looked at Abel.
"No way!" Abel exclaimed, his eyes wide.
"Our family is so poor that even mice would leave with tears in their eyes if they came. Another mouth to feed? I hesitated for ages!"
"Then how come I'm your son?" Lynn asked, puzzled.
Lynn was puzzled.
Lynn looked puzzled.
Abel's voice suddenly softened: "Of course it's because of your mother. Every time she sees those children in the village, her eyes light up like stars, but then quickly dim. She's not in good health, and childbirth is too risky for her. I can't bear to do it."
He sighed, "That's why I carried you back."
"I still remember the way your mother looked when she saw you. She held you in her arms, laughing until tears streamed down her face, and said, 'Abel, this is a gift from the seven gods.'"
"But I really hate you, you brat. Not only did you steal Eliza's love from me, but you also refused to learn hunting from me, and you kept bothering her to teach you to read and write."
"Besides, you were quite naughty when you were little. I whipped you every day because you never studied well and you were always lifting up your sister's skirt. I never expected that you, you brat, would actually be a sorcerer."
"But if we were to talk about your glorious childhood deeds, there would be quite a lot to tell."
"Dad...Dad...please, don't talk about things from when I was little." Lynn.
Tom begs for mercy.GIF.
I heard my brother lift up my skirt when he was little.
Leah's face was flushed, as if she was thinking of some unpleasant memories.
Like this, pretending to be a doctor and giving Leah a physical examination.
Like what? Playing house with Lydia's wife.
Like what, pretending to be a masseur and giving Leah a massage.
......
Leah grew increasingly embarrassed, and blushing, she said to Lynn in a coquettish voice, "Brother, you're a pervert!"
???
Lynn—no, that was me when I was a child, what does that have to do with me now?
That kid got all the benefits, and I'm the one who has to take the blame.
No, that looks like me too.
It's just that the memories haven't been fully awakened.
However, was I that lecherous when I was a child?
It seems that there is indeed such a thing.
Oh.
That's fine.
Late at night.
Abel and Leah quickly fell asleep—one snoring loudly like a bellows, and the other muttering softly in her sleep, "Brother, don't run away."
Lynn sat cross-legged by the spring and began practicing the Five Elements Meditation Method.
This was a high-end product he and a certain white-haired, sickly witch cobbled together in his past life. It was incredibly effective, but just thinking about it made his back ache.
He closed his eyes, sensing the abundant water element in the pool and the faintly flowing earth element in the stone chamber.
The five elements generate each other, creating an endless cycle of life.
He wants to become stronger.
He wanted to crush the Blackthorn Baron like an ant, grinding him to the ground.
That damned Blackthorn Baron.
They actually made this handsome guy live in a cave.
As the saying goes, a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.
But Lynn never takes ten years to get revenge.
Let me, the reborn Immortal King, show you what it means to have a life that is as vicissitudes as the saying goes: "Thirty days east of the river, thirty days west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential!"
This magical forest will become the place where Lynn rises to power.
And Baron Cricket.
It will become an insignificant stepping stone.