Barrett woke up and found himself in a familiar yet unfamiliar place. After a moment of confusion, he realized that he was back in his room on Mount War God. As he tried to recall what had happened before, he was struck with a headache and couldn't remember anything.
Removing the nutrient fluid from his hand, Barrett lifted the blanket and almost stumbled as his feet felt weak. After steadying himself, he realized how weak and feeble his body was. He took a few steps but soon found himself unable to support his own weight.
Dressed in pristine white pajamas, Barrett stood by the door and was puzzled by the commotion outside. Normally, such noise was not tolerated in this place. He was impressed by the audacity of whoever dared to host a party there.
Barrett's presence went unnoticed by the lively crowd downstairs as he slowly made his way down the stairs. He was famished and eager to find something to eat.
"It's truly an honor to be in this place! I heard that many celebrities will be coming for a performance in front of the War God. Unfortunately, I don't have the chance," remarked one person.
"Imagine that! The War God, who is usually in seclusion, allowing such a grand event to take place. Who wouldn't want to curry favor with him?" another person added.
"Look over there! Isn't that Julia Menard? The queen of the music industry, rarely seen in these parts. Her presence makes these other beautiful women seem ordinary. Only the War God's wife could compare to her beauty," someone exclaimed.
"Don't speak ill of her, she's too imposing for us merchants to judge freely," another person cautioned.
"Wow! This woman is even more imposing! She's the queen in my eyes. I heard she's planning to single-handedly target the federal economy. If she really does that, I'll probably lose all my savings!" said another, emphasizing the like attracts like principle.
Amidst these discussions, a refined and elegant Monica suddenly appeared in a black evening gown, leaving the merchants in awe.
The women at the party were all extraordinary beauties, but when Julia and Monica appeared together, it seemed like the other women paled in comparison.
Barrett, however, paid little attention to this and was engrossed in watching the serious-looking men in their formal attire. Clad in white, he blended in with the others and went unnoticed as he indulged in his fruit juice and admired the passing beauties from a corner.
"How did you come out here?" Monica's eyes lit up as she hurried over with a glass of red wine in hand, leaving her social obligations behind.
"Sit down, you're attracting a lot of attention just standing there," Barrett gestured, making some space for Monica to sit.
As Monica sat down, she carefully observed Barrett, relieved to see a change in his complexion. "I didn't expect you to recover so quickly. I really want to dissect you and see what's inside!" she exclaimed with excitement.
"What's wrong?" Barrett looked at her in bewilderment.
"Seriously? You don't know anything?" Monica exaggeratedly gestured with her hands.
Suddenly, Barrett felt a slight tickle at his feet and looked down to find a small cat nuzzling against him. This puzzled him even more, as he vaguely remembered the blood-colored reagent the cat had brought him. After being injected with it, he seemed to have gone to a mysterious place where he struggled and eventually woke up in his current location.
"How did it get here?" Barrett asked, full of confusion. He wondered how this playful creature could end up in the estate, knowing the War God's aversion to such distractions.
"You really don't know anything. You scared us to death that day. As soon as you came out, the commanding officers from the Three Army Headquarters personally ordered your transfer. Do you know who came to pick you up? It was Marshal Walk, your biological father. Many people tried to snatch you, but he managed to fend them off and brought you to the Three Army General Hospital. You underwent surgery for three days and nights to remove over ten armor-piercing bullets from your body. I don't know how you survived, but during the surgery, it took the blood of five people to complete it," Monica recounted with excitement, recalling the anxious moments and the subsequent joy upon Barrett's recovery.
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"What's even more astonishing is that during your surgery, the hospital was crowded with top officials. It seemed like every leader and commander came to visit. Even your grandfather, who rarely leaves his place, came. After he came, no one else bothered you, and you were brought back to this grand house," she continued.
Barrett felt dizzy and struggled to remember. Gradually, he recalled some fragmented memories, especially from the surgery room. He remembered his blood being inexplicably replaced several times, and the doctors not giving up until they had no other choice but to let go. Barrett thought of this and revealed a mocking expression. As a virus-infected individual, he suddenly felt a chill and asked, "Where is Ross-Rockefeller? What about Hero City?"
"Finally thinking about it after eating and drinking your fill? The Federation has blocked all news about Hero City. There's been no word from Sister Ross, and Barron has been worried sick these past few days. He's been causing trouble at the Public Council every day and asking his grandfather, but there's still no news. He's coming here soon, so ask him yourself if you have any questions!" Monica expressed her frustration, increasingly disappointed with the Federation government. She was quietly raising funds through a series of agreements with the military and the Alliance Bank, preparing to strike the Federation's economy to show the politicians her strength. Otherwise, they would think she's just a sick cat.
Ding! Ding! The study door on the second floor suddenly opened, and the Nine Executives, followed by the Three Speakers and some military bigwigs, entered the room. Lastly, Mas Walk and Morton Walk, the two sons, came out from another side room. The Walk family was truly powerful, with hundreds of people inside and over a thousand outside. A single cannonball could potentially paralyze the entire Federation. However, given War God Mountain's defenses, besides a nuclear bomb, it would be difficult to destroy the fortress within the mountain.
War God stood in his ancient robe and silenced the buzzing crowd with his quiet voice that reverberated through every ear. "Today, the Walk family and the Green family are once again engaged in marriage. This has nothing to do with national affairs, it's purely a family matter. My grandson Barrett Walker will marry Maggie, a Green family woman."
At that moment, Jatton Walk and a group of dandies emerged from another side room, with Jatton leading the way. His face was calm, like the calm before a storm, and he quickly concealed it, standing behind the group of influential people.
The vastness of the Walk family was evident as hundreds of people stood inside the house and over a thousand outside. If a cannonball were to strike, the entire Federation would likely be paralyzed. However, with the defenses of War God Mountain, aside from a nuclear bomb, it would be difficult to destroy the fortress within the mountain.
At that moment, War God's son, Barrett's father, and Morton Walk, the two sons, emerged from another side room. The Walk family was truly powerful, with hundreds of people inside and over a thousand outside. A single cannonball could potentially paralyze the entire Federation. However, given War God Mountain's defenses, besides a nuclear bomb, it would be difficult to destroy the fortress within the mountain.
War God stood in his ancient robe and silenced the buzzing crowd with his quiet voice that reverberated through every ear. "Today, the Walk family and the Green family are once again engaged in marriage. This has nothing to do with national affairs, it's purely a family matter. My grandson Barrett Walker will marry Maggie, a Green family woman."
At that moment, Jatton Walk and a group of dandies emerged from another side room, with Jatton leading the way. His face was calm, like the calm before a storm, and he quickly concealed it, standing behind the group of influential people.
Barrett Walker was thunderstruck when he heard the announcement from Mars Walker, as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind, leaving him in a daze, with eyes dim and vacant, gazing into the distance. Could it be that history is truly unchangeable?
Monica was even more unbearable. Upon hearing the news, she knew that the die was cast. In this federation, who could change the will of the war god? She had intended to restrain herself from shedding tears, but they flowed uncontrollably, like a floodgate opening. Standing up, she choked out to Barrett Walker, "Take care of yourself, I'm leaving."
Barrett Walker was now extremely agitated, his mind a tangled mess. Was the tragedy of the last life going to repeat itself? It wasn't Julia this time, but Monica. Watching her run away, Barrett Walker quickly stood up. After resting for a while, it had improved his speed considerably, albeit limping, quite remarkable indeed!
None of the people noticed the pair of unfortunate lovebirds behind them, merely offering their congratulations.
"Look, Maggie Green has come in. Huh! Why is this person running over here in pajamas, so uncouth? Whose offspring is this?"
"Alas! Brother, where are you going? Hurry up and go upstairs, even my cousin has arrived." Garton Walker looked at Monica running out and the Green brothers, quickly grabbing Barrett Walker and practically dragging him upstairs.
The crowd saw a person in pajamas being taken up by those three, standing next to the exquisitely beautiful Maggie Green. These two were clearly mismatched, Barrett Walker's slender and frail appearance resembling a clown, causing the crowd to suppress their strange laughter. Who on earth was this person?