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Chapter 70: The Stand User's Guide to Child Rearing (10,000-word update, please continue reading!)

【The last update before Friday’s release】

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The winter afternoon sun lazily shines on the old sofa in the living room, bringing warmth and sleepiness.

Dio frowned, trying to immerse himself completely in the thick hardcover book spread across his knees.

This is a treasure that Locke found in the Metropolitan Used Bookstore, a difficult book on quantum physics.

The author is said to be a Martian?

Dio agreed with this deeply, because when he looked at these symbols and formulas now, it was really no different from reading Martian language.

Like a primitive savage using a colander to scoop up small dumplings.

Time passed slowly during the difficult deduction, Dio tried to concentrate...

“Aa ...

A childish yet extremely persistent cry, accompanied by a continuous pulling sensation on his trouser legs, pulled Dio out of the maze of physics.

Looking down, I saw a round thing with a faint milky aroma——

One-year-old Sarafiel was trying relentlessly to climb up by pulling at his trouser legs.

The little guy has a head full of fluffy, soft black curls, and his angelic face is tilted up. His pure and innocent big black eyes are filled with a desire for a hug.

He was mumbling something incomprehensible like "Mu Da".

Ok…

His saliva was almost dripping onto Dio's pants.

"Sarafil, be quiet."

Dio tapped his brother's forehead lightly with the spine of a book, trying to push him away a little, "I'm reading a book. It's very important."

There was obvious impatience in his tone, because because of Sarafiel, he was going back to the starting point of the ocean of knowledge.

Being pushed away by her brother, Sarafiel's little mouth pouted, her long eyelashes fluttered, and her big eyes quickly filled with moisture that was about to roll down.

"Tsk..."

Dio smacked his lips irritably, a nameless anger rising in his heart.

I don't know where that big, stupid Clark has been running off to lately, and Sarafiel is especially clinging to him today, like he can't be shaken off—

The third stand-in.

The rare quiet time during the winter vacation is about to be ruined.

Ugh…

It would be nice to have an automated babysitter who could calm Sarafiel down.

In this way, he himself can completely sink into the ocean of knowledge
Ok?
nanny?

An idea so bold it was almost absurd jumped into Dio's mind like a frog struck by lightning.

His astonishing wisdom told him a plan that was enough to shock the world.

My mind is racing!

Silently, a tall and burly stand-in covered in golden armor appeared beside the sofa like the most loyal guard, his scarlet eyes scanning the surroundings indifferently.

After a while.
Dio forced his gaze to refocus on the complex equations on the page, then used a little of his mind to control his Stand like a puppet:

Have it pick up colorful blocks scattered on the carpet.

Um.
Start with something simple and create some magical effects to attract Sarafiel's attention.

The hands of the world slowly began to build blocks.

But perhaps it was out of habit, or perhaps it was a subconscious desire to end this distracted state as quickly as possible, Dio subconsciously used his most familiar and powerful ability -

"Om-!"

The gears of time were forcibly stuck within 1 second!
The whole world fell into a dead gray silence.

However, in this frozen moment where ordinary people couldn't even transmit nerve signals, Dio used his mind to control the world and accurately suspended several building blocks in mid-air, forming a shaky and visually impactful tower in his hands!
The time stop ends.

Color and sound returned instantly.

And Salafir… He stared blankly at the building blocks that had been in his little hand just a moment ago, but were now mysteriously floating in mid-air, forming a tower on their own. A flicker of curiosity crossed his little face.
"Wow--!!!"

A deafening cry, as if the person had suffered a great injustice, suddenly broke out.

He pointed at the dangling blocks with his little hand and cried heart-wrenchingly.

Apparently…

In the simple cognition of children of this age:
If the toy doesn't obey and flies up, then of course it is
broken!
Young Dio still couldn't see through the baby's heart.

The sudden high-pitched howl pierced Dio's focused mind like a needle, startling him so much that he almost threw the book away.

Stupid brother! You don't know what's good for you!

He growled inwardly in frustration, while manipulating the "world" to clumsily try to put the blocks back on the ground to appease him.

But after all, he was multitasking, and the world's huge, armor-covered fingers moved a little stiffly, accidentally touching the top of the tower.

Wow!

The building block tower collapsed and scattered all over the ground.

"Woo!!!!"

Not only did the crying not stop, but it became even louder because of this shocking scene, full of accusations.

"."

"trouble."

Dio clicked his tongue again in dissatisfaction, feeling his temples throbbing.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to throw the little thing away, and once again used a shaky strand of his mind to control the substitute.

This time, he carefully picked up a brightly colored, thick-edged cardboard children's picture book.

The Dishonest Dragon.

"Quiet, Sarafiel."

Dio's voice was extremely perfunctory and gentle, "After listening to the bedtime story, go to sleep obediently."

but.
The substitute's fingers unconsciously turned into a blurry golden afterimage.

"Swish, swish, swish -!"

The invisible giant hand flipped the pages of the book frantically at a dizzying speed!

It looked like he was trying to use "quantum speed reading" to finish reading a 100-page picture book for Sarafir in just a few minutes!

"laugh……"

A subtle but clear burnt smell came!

A faint blue smoke suddenly rose from the edge of the page!
Dio, who was reading a book, raised his eyebrows.

What's this smell?
Why do my hands feel a little hot?

What happened?
and many more? !
Dio's heart was filled with alarm!

But it was already a few tenths of a second too late!
"Pfft~"

A small cluster of orange-red flames actually shot up from the edge of the page!
The dancing flames reflected in Dio's suddenly shrinking pupils!
He was startled and sat up straight, his powerful mental power taking over the substitute in an instant.

"Crack~"

The next second, the world's fingers pinched the flames out.

The whole process happened so fast that Sarafel could only see the pages of the book dancing wildly and then smoking. He was choked by his cries and could only stare blankly at the smoking book, his little face full of confusion and fear.

Dio sighed, feeling his blood pressure soar along with the temperature of The World's fingers.

Taking care of a child, especially using a stand-in, is a mental test of hellish difficulty!

The level of mental exhaustion is comparable to trying to solve ten nine-ring puzzles at the same time with your eyes closed.

Is it true that multitasking is...

Doesn’t it work?!
Dio gritted his teeth and stared at the burnt picture book and his stunned brother.
His expression was as ferocious as if he discovered that the large intestines in a Chinese restaurant were still stuffed.

——He just doesn’t believe it!

(End of this chapter)