Chapter 220
by Need_More_SleepChapter 220: Metropolis (Two-In-One)
When Toby got home, he saw a kid about his height clutching his head as he ran out, turning back to shout something threatening.
“Who was that just now…?”
“He wanted to test how strong I am.” Yiwen wiped her fist.
Toby leaned back in a tactical retreat, gazing at Dias’ retreating figure with newfound awe.
You dared challenge a god.
“Where’s Mom?” Toby whispered.
“Inside.”
Toby rushed to Raven. “Mom, there’s a new scam going around—fraudsters pretending to be teachers calling to discuss a student’s declining grades. Don’t fall for it!”
“……”
At least the engagement issue wasn’t her problem anymore.
As for her relationship with Mi Xiaoliu, Mom hadn’t brought it up again, though her face at dinner was as sour as ever.
But then again, her face was always sour, so that was normal. Besides, part of her bad mood was probably because of Toby’s grades.
Still, for some reason, Yiwen tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
She changed into her combat suit and flew out.
She flew to the police station, ambushed Dias with a sack when no one was looking, and beat him up again.
Returning home, Yiwen slept soundly.
—
At Heli’s House.
Circle (Quanquan) tilted its head up at Heli.
Heli waved a cat toy half-heartedly in its face before abandoning it to approach Mi Xiaoliu.
Circle (Quanquan): What just happened?
Mi Xiaoliu was sitting on the sofa watching TV—a horror movie, no less.
The plot revolved around a ghost meticulously possessing the male lead, only to realize after succeeding that the human world meant working 996 with no overtime pay.
Heli changed the channel, banning horror films.
“Finished your homework?”
“Mm.” Mi Xiaoliu stood up and plopped onto Heli’s lap, nuzzling her chin.
Heli pinched her cheeks, forcing her to make eye contact. “I heard you’re dating that little white-haired brat?”
“Mm.”
Heli frowned, huffed for an enchantment buff, then flicked Mi Xiaoliu’s forehead—twice. Mi Xiaoliu rubbed her forehead in confusion and slid off Heli’s lap.
“Do you even know what ‘dating’ means?”
“Marriage.”
“This isn’t playing house.” Heli pinched her right cheek.
Mi Xiaoliu tilted her face, offering the left cheek too.
The Hermit pinches both sides.
“Don’t come crying to me when you break up.” Heli let go.
What do kids know about love?
Love was just… like that. At first, everything felt thrilling. Then, after a period of closeness, you’d start noticing their flaws. The initial passion would fade, and after a breakup, you’d only remember the sweet beginnings—agonizing over what was lost.
Heli took out a rolled cake and fed it to her, regaining her trust.
Mi Xiaoliu climbed back onto Heli’s lap.
“Don’t let her touch you whenever she wants, got it?”
Some things never changed—Heli still loathed that white-haired brat.
—
After confessing to her mom and not facing outright rejection, Yiwen felt justified in dating Mi Xiaoliu.
First, she changed Mi Xiaoliu’s contact name from “Little Bitch” to “Wifey,” then snatched Mi Xiaoliu’s phone to set her own name as “Hubby.”
Next, she dialed back her “Japanese heroine” behavior—no more cooking extra meals for Mi Xiaoliu. Instead, she demanded Mi Xiaoliu cook for her.
Mi Xiaoliu agreed.
So the next day, a hopeful Yiwen was served… rice mixed with plain noodles.
Mi Xiaoliu was afraid of fire and refused to use the gas stove.
“Does Yiwen not like it?” Mi Xiaoliu blinked at her.
…Kind of adorable.
But Yiwen the Tyrant wasn’t some soft-hearted anime protagonist who’d force down inedible food just because a girl looked cute.
“You evil Xiaoliu! You want me to starve, don’t you? You need to be punished!”
Yiwen glanced around the rooftop—no one in sight—and raised her wicked right hand.
Holy shit, they’re black today. A rare variant.
After admiring them for a moment, Yiwen resisted the urge to act. But she would find a way to acquire these later—take them home as a treasured collection.
Mi Xiaoliu said nothing, quietly eating her rice-noodle abomination without a change in expression.
“……”
Yiwen hastily picked up her chopsticks and ate the noodles Mi Xiaoliu had bitten. This is Xiaoliu’s love for me. Why do my fingers taste weird?
She sniffed her hand. Her vision blurred.
Yiwen passed out for half a day. Heli had laced Mi Xiaoliu’s clothes with a mild sedative, harmless to Xiaoliu, of course.
Not on the noodles or chopsticks—if Heli had been there, Mi Xiaoliu would’ve never made that monstrosity.
Reminder: All of Mi Xiaoliu’s clothes were bought by Heli.
Including the underwear.
—
A few days earlier, Okulet had informed them.
Mi Xiaoliu would be going back to his hometown with him. And so would Gloria. She clung relentlessly, even resorting to threats: “Don’t make me act cute.”
Okulet had good reason to suspect she was just trying to skip school military training.
For most kids, the training was exhausting, but it was also the fastest way to bond with classmates.
“Yeah, right. You have no idea how annoying those bastards are—some even brought their boyfriends to hold umbrellas for them. And some idiot upperclassman sat in the shade eating watermelon while watching us, then the instructor said whoever dragged him over first got the next day off…”
The worst part was the uniform—a sea of dull green that even made her stunning beauty blend into the crowd.
“Next year, you’ll be the ones eating watermelon.” Okulet deadpanned, speaking from experience. “That upperclassman was an amateur. Should’ve shared some with the instructor.”
Okulet’s so-called hometown was Metropolis—the city with the best public safety in the entire Federation. Supposedly.
—
At the Airport.
Mi Xiaoliu looked up at Okulet and pointed ahead.
“Airplane.”
“Yeah, airplane.” Okulet nodded. She reacted much like he had as a child, though back then, he’d been jumping with excitement.
Why do kids love planes so much? All you got was a brief moment of weightlessness, then hours of sitting.
Back when he flew economy, Okulet had loathed it—screaming brats, people kicking seats, shoes off. It made him envy Riels’ flight ability.
Not that it mattered. The trade-off was being hopelessly directionally challenged—so bad he’d even missed a friend’s wedding.
“Your dad used to have a yacht.” Okulet patted Mi Xiaoliu’s head.
She stared blankly. His attempt at bragging fell flat. Then again, the sisters did sink that yacht together. Okulet shepherded the two defendants onto the plane.
The Night Demon was already dead—taken out before interrogation. Unless someone with a similar ability showed up, the flight should be safe.
The private jet had been arranged by the school chairwoman.
Once airborne, Mi Xiaoliu pressed against the window.
Higher than Yiwen flies. Below, a massive crater—half the size of a forest—glowed with an eerie blue light. Mi Xiaoliu shrank back, refusing to look further.
Gloria quickly patted her head in comfort.
Mi Xiaoliu flinched.
Gloria withdrew her hand, torn between affection and fear of scaring her.
Travel fatigue hit hard. Gloria, ever the rule-follower, dozed off instantly, cutting short Okulet’s questions about her school life.
He stayed awake.
If Easter tracked this flight, would they send that girl from last time in a fighter jet?
Unlikely. Even if he couldn’t attack her directly, he could still neutralize any missiles.
Mi Xiaoliu opened her system—rare for her—and pulled a single draw.
[Memory Fragment:]
A distant memory from age two.
A tiny Mi Xiaoliu sat on the floor, scribbling with crayons.
BANG. Cosmetics shattered—multiple bottles.
Little Misha looked up.
A younger Okulet—buzzcut, fishing rod in hand—stood frozen amid the wreckage.
“What happened?” The chairwoman’s voice drifted downstairs.
“Nothing. Misha just knocked over your makeup.” Okulet scooped her up, shoving a rubber ball into her hands. “Bad girl. No balls indoors.”
[Memory End.]
…Unhappy.
Mi Xiaoliu turned and swiped at Okulet.
Okulet: “???”
Another draw. Repeat, repeat…
[Memory Fragment:]
A girl with blue-and-red short hair—not in a hospital gown or lab coat, but a white hoodie and ultra-shorts with black tights.
She reached through prison bars, whispering something with a disturbing grin. The room was unmistakably Gwen’s cell. After a moment, the girl kicked the door in frustration.
She loomed over Mi Xiaoliu, studying her before leaving without a word.
Mi Xiaoliu shuffled forward, pausing every few steps—weak, unsteady.
The rhythm sent some prisoners cowering.
“Xiao Mi… is that you?” Gwen’s voice.
A steamed bun waved through the bars. Even with her memory reset each time, this always worked. Others had tried luring her over to strangle her—until they realized it was pointless.
She wouldn’t die. And if they failed, she might kill them.
Gnawing the bun, Mi Xiaoliu finally saw Gwen clearly.
Pale face unlike her grimy hands, oily brown-black hair like a pirate’s, and a brutal scar from brow to lip. Underneath it all, she might’ve been pretty—by Western standards, wild and untamed.
“Xiao Mi… tomorrow’s my turn. If something goes wrong, use your power on my brain. Make it quick.” Her hand rested on Mi Xiaoliu’s head, delivering those cruel words.
————
Metropolis Airport.
As a top-tier city, it was glamorous—and strict. Certain vehicles were banned, as was unauthorized flight.
Did that stop people? Hell no. The sky was full of costumed figures zipping around, their Supernatural Police badges serving as licenses.
Patrols were everywhere, radiating security.
“Best public safety” didn’t mean lowest crime, though. This place had once been the crime capital—just with equally high solve rates.
High risk, high reward. Even super-villains wanted a piece of the metropolis.
Stepping off the plane, Okulet frowned at their greeter: Nikita.
He hadn’t told anyone about this trip. But he didn’t refuse, ushering the defendants forward. Mi Xiaoliu clutched his sleeve.
Okulet took the front seat, while Mi Xiaoliu and Gloria squeezed into the back.
Mi Xiaoliu immediately pressed against the door, giving Gloria space.
Gloria patted her lap. “Misha gets carsick, right? Rest here.”
Mi Xiaoliu shook her head, glued to the door.
Last time she rested, Gloria woke her with a slap.
Nikita eyed Mi Xiaoliu in the rearview mirror.
“The old man’s waiting. He’s in a good mood today. Humor him.”
Okulet ignored him, staring out the window.
Father and daughter—so alike.
—
Lasvedo Manor.
A siheyuan-style compound—not a restored relic, but a modern building.
With population decline, space wasn’t an issue. Some here had the family’s signature orange eyes. Two children ran up to Gloria, greeting her excitedly.
At least the kids like her. Gloria turned to her sister.
Mi Xiaoliu dove behind Okulet.
“Stay in the courtyard. I’ll go see your grandfather.”
Okulet pushed Nikita ahead, leaving the girls behind.
Misha barely remembered the old man—they’d rarely met. Gloria despised him after he’d suggested sending her to the Fallen City for school.
Harsh lessons breed resilience—and estrangement.
Mi Xiaoliu inched away, but Gloria swooped her up, lifting her by the armpits.
“Just us now. Say sister.”
“Sister.”
Too scared to refuse.
“Good girl!” Gloria nuzzled her cheek, thrilled.
This trip would fix their sisterly bond.
—
The Old Man’s Study.
White beard, orange eyes, reading glasses perched on a stern face. Okulet’s mother had died young, his earliest memories were of this old bastard’s scowls.
Now? The man trimmed bonsai with delicate scissors, the picture of tranquility.
Okulet tapped the table.
“Misha’s back?” No pleasantries.
“Leaving soon.”
“Not many orange-eyed kids in this generation… Gloria’s in college now?”
“Pre-med.”
The old man’s mouth twisted. “Misha’s impressive. Two LV4s at thirteen?”
“She has Black Element.”
“…Why won’t you let me see my granddaughters?”
Before tensions escalated, Okulet’s chest beeped—a proximity alert. Misha had wandered too far. Misha never disobeyed. Gloria must’ve taken her out.
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