78: Chapter 78 The Empress's Request

The night was gentle, and the moonlight was like water.

In the master bedroom of Yunding Villa, Jiang Chen had just finished a shower and was sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a bathrobe. He casually tapped on the holographic projection, preparing to receive the "post-war condolences" from the Wasteland.

"Hum—" Light and shadow intertwined, and a strange fragrance rippled through the air.

Jiang Wanqiu's figure appeared in the center of the bedroom once again.

This time, to celebrate the Father God's complete victory in the "God Realm War" (referring to the Photonic Chip sanctions), she had specially put on a "celebration outfit" that had just been rushed to completion.

If one didn't look closely, Jiang Chen would have thought she wasn't wearing anything at all.

It was a long dress made of some kind of translucent, starlight-emitting fluid material.

It was as light as a wisp of mist, faintly shrouding her perfect body. As she moved, that layer of flowing light rippled like a living thing, not only failing to cover anything but instead magnifying that hazy temptation to the extreme.

Especially at the chest, to pay tribute to the "openness of the God Realm," she had specifically designed a bold, deep-V cut that went down to her navel, with the edges embedded with several energy gems dug out from ruins, which trembled slightly with her breathing.

"Gulp." Jiang Chen subconsciously tightened his grip on the iced cola in his hand, wondering if the heating tonight was turned up a bit too high.

This girl... she was going further and further down the path of "looking slim while dressed, but having curves when undressed."

"Father God!" Jiang Wanqiu lifted her skirt and spun around in the void, her silver hair flying, her face overflowing with a radiant look of worship:

"Wanqiu has seen it! That evil tribe called 'Eagle Sauce' has already been scared into shivering by your divine might!"

"You truly are the supreme ruler! By using just a small crystal (Photonic Chip), you made the enemies of the entire God Realm kneel and beg for mercy!"

Jiang Chen leaned back tactically, trying his best to look less like a pervert, and waved his hand with an indifferent face:

"Basic operation, don't be surprised."

"Um... Wanqiu, this outfit is quite nice, but wouldn't it be a bit cold? Isn't it still snowing over in the Wasteland?"

"It's not cold!" Jiang Wanqiu stepped forward, her ruby-like eyes shimmering, her voice suddenly becoming soft, sweet, and shy:

"In order to welcome Father God, Wanqiu's heart is warm."

"And also..." She bit her lower lip, seemingly undergoing some extremely difficult psychological preparation. That face of the Empress, usually so decisive in killing, was now as red as a ripe tomato.

"And, taking advantage of this great victory, Wanqiu has a small, personal wish that I would like to request Father God's permission for."

"A wish?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, in a good mood. "Go ahead, what do you want? More powerful weapons? Or do you want to watch a new movie? Have you finished watching 'The Avengers'?"

"It's not those." Jiang Wanqiu shook her head, took a deep breath, as if she had made the determination for some kind of death-defying charge.

She slowly knelt down, hands folded over her chest, looking up at Jiang Chen, her eyes so scorching that they could almost ignite the air:

"Father God, Dawn City has now unified the surrounding Wasteland, the citizens live in peace and work happily, and technology is reviving."

"But... as the ruler of the Empire, the ministers have been bothering me recently."

"They say the Empire needs stability, needs to continue."

"They... are urging me to establish an heir."

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment. An heir? That was true. Although Jiang Wanqiu was a genetically modified being with a long lifespan, she was still the monarch of a nation; without an heir apparent, people's hearts would indeed be unsettled.

"That's easy to handle." Jiang Chen took a sip of cola and suggested casually, "Just find a pleasing young talent in the city, or adopt one from your collateral relatives, wouldn't that work?"

"No!" Jiang Wanqiu suddenly raised her head, her voice carrying undisguised disgust and arrogance:

"How could those mortals be worthy of the throne that flows with 'God's Blood'?"

"Their genes are too inferior! Either they are full of radiation defects, or they are weak and incompetent trash! Even that Grand Commander Lei Zhen, who looks the strongest, is just a brute who only knows how to act recklessly!"

She stood up, staring at Jiang Chen with burning eyes, looking like a she-wolf who had been hungry for three days and had finally found the juiciest prey.

"Wanqiu's body was raised by the food bestowed by Father God."

"Wanqiu's soul was reshaped by the knowledge bestowed by Father God."

"In this universe, only one bloodline has the qualification to be conceived in Wanqiu's body, and has the qualification to inherit this civilization protected by you!"

Jiang Chen's heart skipped a beat; an extremely ominous yet extremely stimulating premonition surged into his mind. The hand holding the cola began to tremble slightly.

No way? Could this girl be thinking of...

"Father God!" Jiang Wanqiu suddenly stepped forward, her stunningly beautiful face almost touching the edge of the holographic projection.

She unfastened the energy gem at her neckline, letting that flash of snowy white be exposed to the air even more unreservedly, her voice trembling, carrying a kind of piety and madness that was almost like a sacrifice:

"I beg you..."

"Pfft—!!!" The mouthful of iced cola in Jiang Chen's mouth turned into a high-pressure water gun and sprayed out in a mist. Fortunately, the holographic projection was virtual; otherwise, Jiang Wanqiu's new outfit would have been ruined on the spot.

"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough!" Jiang Chen was choked to death, tears and snot streaming down his face, his finger pointing at the screen trembling:

"You... what did you say?!" "Have a baby?!"

"Wanqiu, wake up! We are across planes! Separated by a hundred and eight thousand miles... no, that's wrong, we are separated by a dimensional wall!"

"How the hell is this supposed to happen? With willpower? Or via WiFi transmission?"

This technical difficulty was no longer a matter of being big or small; it was simply anti-biological, anti-physical, and anti-common sense!

However, facing Jiang Chen's breakdown, Jiang Wanqiu appeared unusually calm, even a bit smug. She seemed to have anticipated Father God's concerns long ago.

"Father God, you don't need to worry about technical issues." Jiang Wanqiu pulled out a thick data pad from behind her and explained with a serious face:

"I asked Zero." "Although that old guy is usually crazy, he is the top expert in the Wasteland in terms of biological genetic engineering."

"He said, as long as we can get your 'genetic sample'..."

Jiang Wanqiu's face turned even redder, her voice as faint as a mosquito's, yet carrying a persistent determination to not stop until her goal was reached: "Even if it's just a strand of hair, or... gene-editing technology, to perfectly fuse your divine bloodline with my genes!"

Speaking of this, she raised her head, her eyes shining scarily bright: "Father God, you don't need to come over yourself." "You just need to... throw that into the game!"

Jiang Chen: "..." He looked at Jiang Wanqiu, who was full of anticipation and had even started fantasizing about what to name the child, and was completely speechless.

Good grief. Is this what they mean by technology changing lives? Raising a wife in the cloud was one thing, but now even giving birth to a baby in the cloud has been invented?

And... feeding samples? Jiang Chen looked down at his own hand, then looked at the game interface that was currently running, and a bizarre, extremely shameful image involuntarily floated into his mind.

Himself holding a small bottle, pointing it at the phone camera...

"Stop! Cut it out!" Jiang Chen shook his head violently, shaking those inappropriate images out of his mind. If this matter were to get out, would his face as a "National Special Security Consultant" still exist?

"Um... Wanqiu." Jiang Chen took a deep breath, trying to use scientific rigor to dispel her crazy idea, "This matter isn't that simple. Although Zero's technology is good, this involves a very serious biological problem."

"What problem?" Jiang Wanqiu blinked.

"Reproductive isolation." Jiang Chen bullshitted with a straight face, "Although we look alike, we are after all, organisms from two different dimensions. What if... what if our genes aren't compatible, and we end up giving birth to a Calabash Brother?"