Published: March 2, 2025
Lahar's photo was placed in front of Wen Yu by Lin Na.
The photo was somewhat blurry, but Lahar's face was still relatively clear—at six years old, an innocent age, with slightly darker skin due to his ethnicity, he could be considered a cute little boy overall.
However, this adorable boy was surrounded by a total of sixteen burly men in suits!
They looked like bodyguards, but from the way they stood, they formed a complete and solid human cage, completely trapping Lahar in a small space.
"It seems like protection, but in reality, it's imprisonment. Well, it should be said that it’s a bit of both. It was precisely because we captured this photo that we discovered some astonishing things upon further investigation."
Wen Yu nodded, signaling Lin Na to continue.
"This child, how should I put it..."
When it came to Lahar, Lin Na's expression became somewhat troubled.
"He has obtained a special occupation. We have no means to uncover the name or characteristics of this special occupation, but within the Indian government army, they refer to it as a deity."
"Deity?"
Wen Yu raised an eyebrow.
This term represents mystery and power, yet the prevalence of compulsory education has made people not take the concept of deities seriously—even in a deeply religious country like India.
Wen Yu did not believe that the upper echelons of the Indian government army were fanatical believers who valued faith above all else.
"Yes, it’s a deity."
Lin Na's tone was extremely certain.
…
In a dim alley, two figures cloaked in black robes hurried along.
Before long, they arrived in front of a shabby and dilapidated inn.
"This is the place, right?"
A clear and gentle voice spoke up, yet the tone of the responder seemed somewhat strange.
"Yes… this is… Lord Dijang..."
The response was hesitant and stammering, lacking the inflections of normal speech. It sounded more like someone mumbling in their sleep.
"Thank you very much, Wang."
Dijang smiled broadly and strode into the inn.
…
"Hello, I am here to find a child."
With a gentle tone and a face that was at least decent if not handsome, Dijang appeared like a polite gentleman, eliciting no feelings of rejection.
However.
"Get lost! If you're looking for a child, you should go to the orphanage across the street!"
The burly innkeeper had a fierce expression, waving his large hand like he was swatting away flies, showing impatience.
Hearing the steady heartbeat of the innkeeper and observing his genuine eyes, Dijang chuckled softly.
"Under control, I see..."
Then with a loud thud, the innkeeper's hefty body collapsed onto the ground.
Dijang slowly retracted his right hand and turned to Wang Chenglin.
"Lead the way, it seems the child's power is getting a bit out of control."
…
The inn was sparsely furnished, with an illogical layout and rough partitions dividing it into small, cramped rooms.
Under Wang Chenglin's guidance, the two navigated through a narrow corridor, the chaotic sounds along the way causing Dijang to frown deeply.
This place was not suitable for a child to stay in.
Finally, they reached a flash of wooden door at the end, and Wang Chenglin stepped aside to let Dijang through.
"Knock, knock, knock."
A long and two-short knock echoed, yet there was silence within.
It wasn't until a minute later that the rusty door creaked open, revealing the scene inside.
Then, Dijang saw a brilliant starry sky!
"Lahar, I’m here to take you home."
Dijang said, lowering his head as if afraid that his eyes might tarnish the sanctity before him.
Until the familiar weight pressed between his neck.
A small pair of hands gently tugged at Dijang's ear.
"Dijang, take me home."
…
"When we relayed the message back to our country, they might have obtained more detailed target information through certain means. The higher-ups issued orders for us to bring Lahar back."
"However, due to certain reasons, countries like the United States and Russia also caught wind of Lahar's news. Various factions began to openly and covertly vie for him, causing total chaos and preventing us from completing our mission."