Enforcer Manual
Chapter 755 - 753: Trust in Nutrition_1

Chapter 755: Chapter 753: Trust in Nutrition_1

Song Lan never expected that the dream would present itself like a serial drama.

When he fell asleep in the latter half of the night, his vision returned to that port city, which seemed to exist in a different era from theirs. This time, his view shifted to the port hospital, where after the doctor’s rescue efforts, the frail young boy lay on the hospital bed.

The only commonality was the appearance of those bizarre symbols on the wall again.

Bright red, as if written in blood.

It was a little girl he had never seen before who wrote these symbols. She appeared a few years older than Diago, devoutly asking herself whether she should take Diago to a better world.

Song Lan, of course, immediately denied this.

Despite the fact that he had sent quite a few people to that place so far, these port city children were different. They had committed no wrongs, nor had they engaged in any dangerous behaviors, so they did not meet the criteria for leaving this world. Clearly, the girl’s thinking had gone astray, so he had to spend several minutes persuading her to believe in the wonders of modern medicine.

Rather than the intangible deities, they should place their faith in doctors.

He felt relieved only after he inquired about Diago’s condition and learned that it had stabilized for the time being.

He also admonished the little girl not to do anything foolish, to take good care of Diago, and when Diago got better, she could cook some porridge for him to eat. He even shared his own recipe to ensure that the malnourished Diago could get through this difficult time as well as possible.

Soon after, through the little girl’s eyes, he spotted a familiar face.

"Emperor."

These days, there were few things more recognizable than that flashy mechanical body.

The appearance of this Six Stars rescuer convinced Song Lan that these children were from the same era as him. With the "Emperor" by their side, he could take a little ease as their "Father God"...

No, that’s not right!

Why had he, who had done nothing but lie down to sleep as usual, suddenly become the father of so many people?

A surge of emotion was stuck in Song Lan’s chest, and it took him quite awhile to recover.

At this moment, a group of children he had never even met were clamoring to be fed, hoping he could give them some life advice.

This was clearly not a burden he should be bearing at his age.

Fortunately, the dream did not last long, and when he woke up again, he found Lu Xiang had brought a chair over and was curiously watching him from beside the window.

"Had another dream?"

The sky outside the window was turning the color of a fish’s belly, with dawn fast approaching.

She had taken the day off and decided to stay home to care for Song Lan, who seemed to be falling ill. Just now, she had seen Song Lan frown in his sleep, as if enduring a major life challenge.

"Old Lu, you might not believe what I’m about to say."

"Hmm?"

"I’ve become a dad."

"When? With whom? Where is she now?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiang’s eyes immediately widened, and she nearly jumped excitedly out of her chair.

This was inconceivable as she and Song Lan didn’t have children of their own yet. Had some vixen emerged from nowhere and beaten her to the punch? For a moment, every encounter she had since meeting Song Lan flashed through her mind, confident that if such a vixen existed, it must have been someone from before Song Lan knew her.

"Don’t get so agitated, let me explain."

"You’d better explain clearly!"

Song Lan sat up, also trying to gather his thoughts.

First, he could be certain that he had not done anything to wrong Lu Xiang, and that the way those children contacted him was unrelated to bloodline; it resulted from some unknown Ceremony.

"Old Lu, I suspect someone is swindling people under my name out there."

............

Meanwhile, at Silvermoon Harbor Hospital.

The "Emperor" had been silently observing the girl’s actions.

After answering his questions, the girl also asked him for a piece of paper and quickly began writing something on it.

He held his breath, guessing this might be a revelation from "Father God" to these children, or possibly a deceit used by some entity masquerading as a Deity to manipulate people.

Those unknown beings had deceived key members of the United Government with "destiny," making them firmly believe in the advent of a new era. So, in what way would the "Father God" these children spoke of bewitch them?

Destiny, a better world, or perhaps...

"Four Ways to Make Fishbone Porridge."

The words on the paper stung the "Emperor’s" eyes deeply, and there was even a moment when he truly believed in the "Father God" mentioned by the orphans, because only a caring father would go to the trouble of teaching them how to make a tasty meal to comfort themselves while wandering outside.

Indeed, the girl had written down a cooking recipe.

The "Emperor" initially thought the recipe concealed some hidden meaning, but after carefully reading it several times, he realized it was just an utterly normal recipe, which even included notes from "Father God" on his experiences.

But it was precisely because of this that he sensed how strange and mysterious the affair was.

He found it hard to imagine a Deity wearing an apron, standing in front of a stove making porridge, which clearly was not something a deity would do.

"What’s the deal with this recipe...?"

"’Father God’ said Diago is too thin, a result of long-term malnutrition. This is to help him replenish his nutrition, which will be beneficial for his quick recovery."

The "Emperor" fell silent once again.

It turned out that these children’s "Father God," like him, believed in science and nutrition, which made all of his prepared arguments about "dispelling superstitions" completely moot since he had also planned to suggest the girl go to the port to buy some food to help Diago regain his health.

"These are all very cheap ingredients; they should be easy to buy!"

After recording the recipe, the girl’s eyes lit up.

For the first time, she discovered a Deity could be so down-to-earth. Everything He said was something she could immediately understand, and she could even do something personally for Diago to help him recover faster.

"I plan to go to town first to buy the things I need; we can find tools to make porridge with fire there."

"...Be careful."

The "Emperor" didn’t know what to say for a moment and could only watch the girl’s retreating figure.

It was just as well; while she went to cook porridge, he had some aftermath tasks to handle.

Only after the girl had gone did he speak towards the door, "Stop hiding. Come out."

His artificial eye had scanned the three people hiding in the shadows; they had been following him to this place ever since they entered the hospital.

Realizing their cover was blown, they no longer hid and entered the ward openly.

"Franken, Franken, I don’t understand what you’re doing?"

All three people were armed with guns, and the leader spoke with a menacing air, "Why are you here instead of taking him to get the money? You know that’s worth 100,000 volts!"