VHBF -Chapter 138 The Bigshot Researcher Daddy (Extra 6)

Apocalypse Calendar, Year Four, February 30th.

This was a day people would never forget—anyone who had lived through it would remember it for the rest of their lives.

Overnight, Destruction Base gained countless top-tier experts and mobilized in full force, engaging in prolonged battles with ability users from other bases.

Before the zombies had even been eradicated, humans turned on one another.

Elderly survivors who had narrowly lived through it sighed: This was the true apocalypse.

A virus wasn’t the apocalypse. Only when humans, for their own selfish desires, turned their blades inward and started internal wars—that was real extinction.

Fortunately, for reasons unknown, when the war reached its final stage—just as Destruction Base was about to secure an overwhelming victory—they stopped.

Withdraw. Return to the city.

Then, about two months after that great battle, something changed.

Everyone—ability users, ordinary people, even those who had mutated into zombies—underwent transformations in their bodies.

Ability users’ powers mutated once again. All those former abilities—mental-type, spatial-type, invisibility, and other intangible, almost fantastical powers—vanished completely. In their place came enhancements of the body itself.

Strength. Speed. Brain capacity.

In short, a specific potential of the body was optimized. All those dreamlike superpowers disappeared.

As for ordinary people, their overall physical quality improved. Nothing stood out particularly, but their average stats were excellent—balanced across all aspects.

But the most jaw-dropping change was in the zombies.

Those zombies who had long lost their sanity and become enemies of humanity regained their consciousness overnight. All bodily mutations disappeared, and they turned back into ordinary humans—just as they were before the apocalypse.

People wept with joy. They had thought it was hell—yet paradise arrived so quickly.

—

Inside Destruction Base.

Mo Linqing walked out of the laboratory, fatigue faintly lingering between his brows.

“How’s Yinyin?” he asked.

The assistant beside him replied, “The young lady is doing well. Aunt Zhang fed her some porridge—she’s already asleep.”

Mo Linqing nodded and walked out. He was still handsome, but his temperament had changed significantly—cool, distant, and unsmiling.

The assistant following him had only recently been selected by Mo Linqing, so he didn’t find it strange.

But those who had followed Mo Linqing from the beginning found it very odd.

The commander was still the same commander—yet his personality felt different.

Was it because of that great battle?

Or because the little princess had once been abducted?

It went back to last month. While the commander was away, an invisibility-type ability user had infiltrated the base and nearly carried off the little princess. No one knew why, but his invisibility suddenly failed, revealing his form—and he was discovered by the guards.

That was a huge deal.

Invisibility-type ability users were useless without invisibility. Their combat strength was barely better than ordinary people. He was captured on the spot, and the commander was immediately notified.

The lackeys shuddered at the memory, hardly daring to recall that day.

That invisibility-type ability user had died miserably.

Later, people sent out discovered accomplices waiting outside the city gates—caught red-handed. They were from the external bases, driven desperate enough to gamble everything. Their plan was to use the little princess to threaten the commander—for that ability-enhancing drug.

Just as the commander seemed about to lose control, he suddenly changed—as if becoming a completely different person, just like how he was now.

The next day, he changed back again and led them to slaughter those fools outside.

Only…

The lackeys quietly glanced at the tall, aloof figure ahead. Victory had been within reach. Those enemies were about to be wiped out completely—

And then the commander changed again.

They retreated. The world returned to peace once more.

After coming back, the commander plunged into the laboratory. Half a month passed before he finally came out.

He hadn’t changed back…

The lackeys thought silently.

“Spread this powder at the wind outlets. Scatter it—spread it all around.”

Holding several bottles of powder, Mo Linqing spoke calmly.

No one dared ask questions. They worked through the night, spreading the powder across the surrounding area. As it drifted on the wind, one lackey accidentally inhaled a bit—

Instantly, he shuddered. His body tingled, numb and strange, as if something were slipping away—yet something else was changing.

When he woke up the next morning, he realized—

The world had changed.

And their abilities had changed as well.

Everyone in the base transformed overnight. For ability users, it was hard to say whether the change was good or bad. But for the vast majority of ordinary people—and those who had once been zombies—it was unquestionably a blessing.

They had finally become normal again.

—

Mo Linqing slept for a while, then was woken by the mischievous little ball of trouble on him.

The little one pinched her dad’s nose, eyes red, and asked, “Where’s the bad daddy?”

She remembered that after rescuing her, Daddy had changed into another person. She felt confused—but both of them were still her daddy.

Mo Linqing opened his eyes, gazing at her reddened eyes.

“He’ll come back,” he said.

Days passed under Yinyin’s hopeful waiting. The world had already begun returning to normal order. Bases disbanded. Nations re-elected leaders. Everything slowly revived.

News spread from Destruction City: the antidote that restored the world had been created by their commander.

The territory north of North City—where Destruction Base was located—became the most unique place in the world. It was practically a small nation of its own. Life there remained orderly and unchanged, and the people living there were unwilling to leave.

The base commander was still the figure most feared—and yet respectfully treated—by all nations.

A man capable of destroying the world overnight—and restoring it just as easily.

No one could guarantee he wouldn’t get unhappy one day and do something earth-shattering again.

Mo Linqing’s every move was watched by the entire world. If he sneezed, global leaders would break into cold sweat. The media thrived on alarmist headlines like:

“Why Has Mo Linqing Returned to the Spotlight?”

“Is Mo Linqing Going to Destroy the World Today?”

Beyond that, the most watched figure was Mo Linqing’s daughter—Princess Mo Yinyin.

The child cherished in the palm of the Demon King’s hand.

Delicate and adorable, like a little angel—completely different from her father’s temperament.

Some outsiders claimed the child wasn’t biologically related to Mo Linqing, saying he’d picked her up somewhere. Others insisted she was his illegitimate daughter, citing their similar features.

Yinyin waited and waited.

She began to suspect that the bad daddy had been killed by the current daddy. She cried for days, turning her back on him every day, refusing to talk.

Until one day—

A young man appeared, tall and strikingly handsome, with jet-black short hair. He was even taller than the current daddy—and bore an even closer resemblance to Yinyin.

Before the attendants following the little princess could react, Yinyin shot forward like a firecracker and wrapped her arms tightly around his leg.

“Waaah—Daddy! You’re back!”

The attendants stared blankly. Then they looked at the commander walking over.

The commander’s face was still cold and distant—but wasn’t the little princess’s father the commander?

How had it turned into a strange young man?

The young man grinned flamboyantly, scooped Yinyin up, and kissed her hard several times.

Then he lowered his head and asked, “How did you recognize me?”

Yinyin’s eyes were red, her big round eyes brimming with fear. “Daddy, why did you disappear? Yinyin couldn’t find you…”

“Mo Linqing”—no, now known as Mo Yang—felt deeply gratified.

After awakening in this cloned body, no one had recognized him.

Only his kid had spotted him at first glance.

Mo Yang looked up at the cool man not far away—the one who had once shared a body with him. Fine, wake up if you want—but did you really have to squeeze me out like that? So petty.

With a provocative look, he tossed Yinyin up slightly, making her giggle.

As he passed Mo Linqing, Mo Yang curled his lips. “Tsk. Even without your body, the kid still loves me.”

He lifted his chin proudly. He was extremely satisfied with this body—custom-made. Taller than Mo Linqing. Better-looking than him. Even more like Yinyin’s dad.

Perfect.

Mo Linqing’s gaze softened. “Welcome back.”

Yinyin chimed in like a little echo, her baby voice sweet and clear: “Welcome back, Daddy.”

—

This world is meant to have both light and darkness—neither can be missing.

Even if you stand in the darkness, you still have the right to light.

Welcome back, my other half.

The kid’s other dad.

Volume Six: The Tycoon’s Son Becomes a Dad