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Chapter 990 Raven's sudden confession from her father!

The siren sounds from far to near.

Rainwater washed over the Pharaoh's pale face, mixing with the blood that kept gushing from his wounds, and meandered into a pale red stream on the road.

The dizziness from blood loss washed over him like a surging tide, wave after wave.

The Pharaoh struggled to keep himself from collapsing completely, but his vision was already beginning to blur.

The heavy footsteps and stern shouts of the police grew closer.

The Laughing King, who was seriously injured, glared angrily at the Pharaoh, then stood up while clutching his wound.

The police have arrived, and although he wanted to kill the Pharaoh, he no longer has the chance.

The Laughing King glared fiercely at the Pharaoh and left as quickly as possible.

Is this where my life is going to end?

A chilling thought crossed the Pharaoh's mind.

Just as his consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by darkness, the Pharaoh's blurred vision caught a glimmer of light.

Above the warehouse, on the edge of the rusted fire escape platform, a slender figure stood quietly in the pouring rain.

Rainwater outlined her hazy figure, and a large, waterproof black robe was draped over her body, with the hood pulled low, obscuring most of her face.

Although the image was somewhat blurry, the Pharaoh recognized the figure.

It's a raven!
Peter Padrick's daughter.

Why is she here? !
Could it be that the raven has been following me all along?

The Pharaoh immediately fell into deep thought.

Raven didn't move; she just stood there, like a ghostly statue sculpted by the rain.

The rain seemed to create a subtle repulsive field around her, with fine water droplets being invisibly repelled a few inches away from her.

The air seemed to thicken around Raven, and the clamor of the rain seemed to be filtered by an invisible barrier, creating an eerie atmosphere around her.

She was like a black hole, silently devouring the surrounding light, sound, and presence, amplifying her own presence infinitely.

Just as the Pharaoh was intimidated by Raven's aura, Raven made her move.

Raven's figure, like flowing water blending into the shadows, swiftly approached the Pharaoh, who was kneeling in a pool of blood and about to lose consciousness.

The police's footsteps and shouts were already close at hand, and the beams of their flashlights began to sweep across the vicinity.

Raven did not look in the direction of the police.

She just held out her hand.

The hands, wrapped in the sleeves of the raincoat, revealed a few slender, pale fingers.

When her fingertips touched the Pharaoh's bloodstained shoulder, a strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of rain hit her, causing Raven to instinctively frown.

In his last moments of consciousness, the Pharaoh only felt a force lifting him up from the cold, slippery ground.

The feeling of weightlessness came over him instantly, accompanied by excruciating pain from the aggravation of his thigh wound, and he immediately lost consciousness.

A few hours later.

The smell of disinfectant pulled the Pharaoh back from his deep coma.

He felt his eyelids were as heavy as welded iron doors, and every attempt to open them was accompanied by a severe headache and dizziness.

A dull pain came from the outside of my right thigh, which was tightly wrapped up. My throat was so dry it felt like it had been sanded. All the muscles in my body felt sore and weak with fatigue.

He struggled to move his eyes, barely managing to make out the blurry scene.

Under the glaring incandescent light was a ceiling painted a pale green, next to which hung a transparent IV bag, the medicine slowly dripping into the vein on the back of his hand.

This is a typical single hospital room.

I think I've been taken to the hospital.

Rubbing his head, the Pharaoh recalled what had happened before.

He was attacked by the Comedian, but was eventually saved by Raven.

Raven Patrick.

Why would Peter Patrick's daughter save herself?

Peter Patrick said he wouldn't intentionally get involved in the vortex, but why did he save himself?

Or was this Raven's own decision?

For what purpose?
Mercy?
The Pharaoh was greatly confused.

He was increasingly unable to understand Peter's family.

In the corridor outside the ward, Raven glanced at the Pharaoh inside, who was wrapped in bandages but had already woken up, exhaled, and turned to leave.

"Wow!"

Raven's cloak billowed out and flew into the night.

Padrick Farm.

It was already past midnight, but Peter was still awake, sitting on the sofa waiting for Raven.

With a creak, the door opened, and Raven walked in.

"dad."

Raven shook the rain off her cloak and walked toward Peter.

"How is he? Have you taken him to the hospital?"

Peter stood up and asked his eldest daughter.

"Yes, his condition has stabilized. The bullet didn't hit any bones. He lost a lot of blood, but his life has been saved. The doctor said he's out of danger, but it's unlikely he'll be able to get out of bed anytime soon."

Raven hesitated for a moment, then looked up, her purple eyes gleaming in the night. "Dad, why are you asking me to save him? Didn't you say you didn't want to get involved in his affairs?"

Peter heard his daughter's question, walked over and touched her hair.

Even if I didn't ask you to, you would still go and save him, wouldn't you?

I know my curious and kind daughter very well.

"Uh, maybe."

Raven said somewhat shyly.

"Dad, do you know who he is? Do you know what he did? That Watchmen universe, did he really kill a lot of people?"

Soon Raven thought of an even more important question and asked about the Pharaoh.

Yes, millions of people died because of him.

Raven frowned and asked, "Why? Does he think he's a god? To control other people's lives?"

"Do not."

Peter shook his head and said, "The Pharaoh is not a god, Dr. Manhattan is. But his absolute rationality stripped of humanity and his cold perspective of viewing the world as a giant chessboard are similar to Dr. Manhattan in essence. They are both outcasts."

Peter turned his gaze to the rainy night outside.

The rain outside was getting heavier, and Peter's anxiety was growing.

He wasn't too worried about the Pharaoh, but he was quite concerned about Dr. Manhattan, who hadn't shown up at all.

According to the Pharaoh, Dr. Manhattan descended upon his universe.

If he wants to cause trouble, I really can't stop him.

Peter suspects that the riots caused by the "superhuman theory" are the work of this "blue man."

If the other party is coming towards you, then you may not necessarily be safe.

Peter was deep in thought when Raven nodded, looking as if she understood what Peter was saying.

"I understand, Dad. You think the Pharaoh is useful, so you want to keep him."

Upon hearing Raven's voice, Peter turned his gaze.

"That's understandable."

Peter glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already three in the morning.

"All right."

Peter's voice softened further as he stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow under the light.

He walked up to Raven and reached out to tuck a few strands of her rain-dampened purple hair behind her ear.

"It's too late, go to sleep."

"Okay, Dad, you should get some rest too."

Raven nodded obediently, stood up, wrapped her slightly oversized robe tighter around herself, and turned to walk toward the wooden staircase leading to the bedroom.

The wooden ladder made a familiar, creaking sound.

Just as she stepped onto a few steps, her figure about to be swallowed by the shadow of the stairwell corner, her footsteps abruptly stopped.

Raven turned around and looked down at her father.

The dim light shone up from below, outlining her slender yet upright figure. Her eyes, gleaming with a strange and unwavering light, pierced through the darkness and locked onto Peter.

"dad."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a flash of lightning piercing the rainy night, carrying an undeniable power.

"Don't worry."

She paused, as if gathering her strength, and each word she uttered was resounding.

"No matter what happens, whether it's the Pharaoh or that blue being, I will be by your side."

Her gaze seemed to pierce through the barn roof, staring directly at the potential threat from the depths of the universe.

Nothing can separate us.

Raven's tone was resolute, with an almost declarative certainty, "Because," she slightly raised her chin, her eyes shining brightly, "our souls are one."

She could sense it clearly.

She sensed the unease in her father's heart that she had inadvertently caught.

This is not a superpowered spying, but rather the most instinctive empathy a daughter has for her father because of their blood ties.

She wanted to soothe her father's unease in her own way, with the greatest promise she could make.

Peter was completely stunned.

He looked up at his daughter on the stairs, who seemed to have shed all her childishness in an instant and was now radiating a strange light, and his throat felt like it was blocked by something.

This sudden, almost passionate "confession" exploded like a warm bomb in his weary heart.

This brat…

A surprise attack?!
But then, a surge of heat, with an irresistible warmth, instantly overwhelmed all his worries and defenses.

The surprise on his face slowly melted away, replaced by emotion and a smile.

“You’re right, Raven.”

Peter's gaze was gentle yet firm, piercing through the dim space and meeting his daughter's eyes. "No matter what happens, we will never, ever be apart."

The rain was still pouring down outside the window, relentlessly washing over the world, but Peter felt an unusual warmth in the room.

(End of this chapter)