World Traveler

The wife in his arms shook her head, endured the physical discomfort, drank the medicine prescribed by the doctor, closed her eyes and felt the bitterness of the medicine in her mouth.

"Aliang, I'm sorry, please forgive my selfishness. I will not give up this child."

The wife's eyes revealed her firm thoughts.

"That year, you saved me from the clutches of the demonic cult. At that moment, I seemed to see the only light in my life."

"Your swordsmanship is as smooth as flowing water, and every movement is filled with power and beauty. Your eyes, firm yet gentle, give me support in the endless darkness."

"Aliang, you know my physical condition. Even without this child, I would only live two more years. I don't blame him."

The wife slowly grabbed Aliang's hand and gently stroked her belly, a satisfied smile appearing on her weak face.

"Aliang, he will walk the road with you from now on instead of me."

Looking at his wife's appearance, Aliang sighed deeply, and the idea of aborting the child couldn't help but waver a little.

In the days that followed, seeing his wife becoming increasingly thinner, Aliang became increasingly desperate.

Finally, Yanan was born.

And Aliang's wife also left this world forever.

When Yanan opened his eyes after he was born, he saw a man in his thirties holding a woman in her twenties whose body was as skin and bones and crying.

Yanan was completely confused throughout the whole process.

However, from their voices, he understood that the two people in front of him were his father and his mother.

Seeing his mother's appearance, Yanan fell silent, and recalled those nutrients and seemed to realize something.

(What? You think you killed your mother?)

Feeling the voice appearing in his mind, Yanan realized that he was the god who allowed him to travel through time and gave him the golden finger?

(Yes, I am God.)

(Also, don't overthink it. All of this came at a price. Your parents must have died in that demonic war.)

(And yet they are still alive today, precisely because you need a mother to be born, so I made some changes and allowed them to live for several more years.)

(Does this make you feel better?)

Yanan was stunned for a moment after hearing what the god said, and his mind was a little confused as he looked at his parents in front of him.

(Forget it, I don’t care about you anymore. Just know that your father is going to die in a few days. If you want to be autistic, then go ahead and autistic yourself.)

What do you mean?

(I'm here to get you a new cheat code. You know, I really want you to live on. So, um... I'll pick a stronger one for you this time.)

(Live well, I will come to see you again later.)

The voice in his mind disappeared instantly, along with his own system mall.

There are no hints for the extra cheat codes.

Seeing his father taking him from the midwife's hands and seeing the strange look in his eyes, Yanan suddenly realized that his childhood might not have been so ideal.

…………

Although Yanan, who grew up in a single-parent family, lacked maternal love in his childhood, his father, who was a hero, made Yanan's daily life very interesting.

My daily routine now is...being hunted.

God knows how his father offended so many people. Basically, the pursuit has never stopped since Yanan was born.

A small fight every three days and a group fight every five days made Yanan's childhood colorful.

He also clearly knew how powerful his father was.

But the hardship was borne by Yanan. Whether it was eating or resting at night, he had to endure it all with the help of his adult soul.

And before every fight, he would hide obediently in the hiding spot found by his father, secretly watching his father fight, to avoid making any crying that would affect his father's fighting state.

As for the golden finger...

Tsk... The fact that Yanan didn't starve to death can be said to have a lot to do with this golden finger.

A ridiculously abstract capability.

Hiding in the haystack and watching his father being beaten, Yanan shook his head and took out a bag of warm baby formula from another bush nearby and started drinking it.

I feel like these guys are pretty strong. I feel like my dad is going to fight with them for another whole day.

[Survival in the wilderness: When you are surviving in the wilderness, you can find more things, such as toothpaste, toothbrush, roast chicken, mineral water, compound bow, hunting rifle, Simmons mattress and other items.

You'll even find treasure chests and maps sometimes, as well as various plants and animals that shouldn't be around.

The type of items you find depends on what you need most right now.

(Maybe we can look around to see if there's anything we can use.)

Even though this ability is ridiculous, it is the reason why Yanan is still alive today.

After all, as a baby of about five months old, he could not accept the daily routine of going hungry for nine meals in three days like his father.

Moreover, Yanan's physical fitness is obviously much stronger than that of babies of the same age, and is closer to that of a two-year-old baby.

And it is precisely because of this abstract ability that his father feels much better.

Hemostatic powder, wound medicine, bandages, and strong liquor...

"Let's go, we're almost at the finish line."

A pair of big hands picked up Yanan, and Dad looked at the hills in the distance and spoke slowly.

Yanan didn't quite understand what his father meant. He only knew that his father seemed to be going somewhere and had been heading in that direction since he was being chased.

Dad gently stroked Yanan's fair face, then kissed Yanan on the forehead, and kicked the bag of leftover drinks on the ground aside.

"I'm sorry for causing you so much pain. You'll be safe soon."

In fact, I feel that not only did I not suffer, I even gained two kilograms.

However, Yanan's underdeveloped vocal cords did not allow him to make any sound, so he could only reach out and try to push the old man with a scruffy beard away.

Alas, the smell of blood on Daddy's body is getting stronger and stronger.

It's impossible to tell whether it's stained with the enemy's blood, or...

Hearing the noises around him, Dad's face showed a firm belief, and he used his lightness skills to run towards the hill over there.