Marshal, Please Calm Down (MARSHAL)
After the war, the universe regained its tranquility.
When the Alman Battleship, along with the Federation's fleet, returned to the Federation's border, they saw remnants of Zerg limbs scattered across the space. However, Scott had already received a message from Rocard that the Federation had emerged victorious in this battle!
The connection between the Zerg and the Mother Zerg caused chaos among them after the Mother Zerg was destroyed by Scott and his team.
And seizing the opportunity, Rocard and his forces not only annihilated a large group of Advanced Zerg led by the Intelligent Zerg but also completely drove them out of the Federation's borders.
Of course, although the main force had been eliminated, there were still scattered remnants of Zerg groups in the universe. However, these Zerg were no match for the sweeping teams, and it was only a matter of time before they were completely eradicated.
The post-war recovery, reconstruction, and development were the responsibilities of President Xuanyuan Chengtian.
After Scott and his team returned, they organized their troops and headed home.
The next plan, as Wu Zimo had mentioned, was to have a cute little bun just like Scott.
Of course, it wasn't Wu Zimo who would give birth.
Even with the advancements in the interstellar era, the issue of male childbirth had not been resolved. However, it was possible to extract sperm or eggs from both fathers or mothers and cultivate the embryo in an Artificial Womb.
The embryo could then be transplanted into a mother's body or remain in the Artificial Womb until birth.
This technology was already quite mature in the Federation, so Wu Zimo wasn't worried about any issues with their child.
Every week, Wu Zimo would take Scott to see their precious son.
Yes, in modern times, it takes twelve weeks to determine the gender of a fetus, but in the interstellar era, it could be detected just one week after conception—truly remarkable.
Watching their son grow from a tiny tadpole into a crying, fussing little bun was an indescribable feeling for Wu Zimo.
Of course, the crying and fussing part needed to be taken with a grain of salt.
The little bun would only cry when he was hungry or needed a diaper change, and there was no real fussing to speak of.
The infant period was incredibly easy to manage, and Wu Zimo could only look deeply at Scott and marvel at how his idol's genes were so strong.
This was evident not only in the little bun's soft silver hair and silver eyes but also in his personality, which was a carbon copy of Scott's childhood.
Wu Zimo wasn't sure whether to be happy or speechless.
As time passed, the little bun grew up, and just as Wu Zimo had wished, he became a chubby-cheeked mini version of the Marshal—adorable beyond words!
Especially since the child often imitated his father Scott as he maintained a serious expression and acted like a little adult.
This made it impossible for Wu Zimo as a father, to resist the urge to pinch his little bun's cheeks. He couldn't go a day without giving them a little squeeze.
Today, Wu Zimo had plans to meet up with Lyle and the others. Before leaving, he couldn't resist giving his little bun a gentle pinch. Seeing the little bun furrow his tiny brows but still obediently let his father play with him melted Wu Zimo's heart.
"Daddy's heading out now, sweetie. Be good and listen to your father."
"Mm, bye-bye, Daddy." The child's skin was delicate, so Wu Zimo didn't dare to pinch too hard. As a result, the little bun's fair, tender cheeks only turned slightly red that made him look even cuter.
Wu Zimo leaned down and kissed Little Bun on the forehead before turning to leave.
Little Bun’s cheeks flushed slightly from his father’s kiss.
When he looked up, he saw his other father, Scott, approaching.
And the moment Little Bun saw Scott, his expression immediately changed.
If not for the difference in size, he would have looked exactly like the Ice Marshal.
“Hannibal.”
“Father.”
Little Bun could chat freely with Wu Zimo, but when it came to Scott, their interactions were mostly limited to question-and-answer exchanges or silent moments between the two.
“Have you finished your homework?”
“Not yet. I’ll do it after seeing Dad off.”
“Go ahead.”
“Yes.”
If there was one thing Wu Zimo found unsatisfactory, it was the way these two interacted—it always felt more like a superior-subordinate relationship than a father-son one.
He sighed while rubbing his forehead.
Little Bun nodded at Scott, then turned and walked with steady steps toward his small study.
As Little Bun turned away, he didn’t notice the gentle look Scott gave his retreating figure.
It wasn’t that Scott didn’t love Little Bun, but aside from his reserved nature, he also felt the need to maintain a fatherly authority. As for playing with Little Bun, that was something Wu Zimo could handle.
Today was Children’s Day, so there was no school and the teacher had assigned Little Bun the task of writing about his family.
Little Bun sat at his small desk while pursing his lips as he stared at a piece of paper and a pen on the table.
In this interstellar era, paper and pens were rare but Little Bun had these because of Wu Zimo’s suggestion.
When the child grew up, wouldn’t it be fun to look back at what he had written as a child?
Only Wu Zimo could come up with such a quirky idea for his own son.
Little Bun quickly picked up the pen.
Though his handwriting was still childish, there was already a hint of strength and character in the strokes.
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My name is Hannibal Alman. The name Hannibal was given to me by Dad. He said it belonged to a famous war god from ancient Earth. Since Dad chose it, I really like it. I will become a war god who surpasses Father, and Dad will definitely be very happy!
Dad’s name is Wu Zimo, and Father’s name is Scott Alman. They are very powerful and are heroes of the Federation. The Mother Zerg was defeated by Dad and Father.
At home, I love Dad the most but I just wish he wouldn’t pinch my cheeks so much but I like it when he kisses me, though.
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When he wrote about the kisses, Little Bun’s serious expression softened with a hint of shyness, but he continued writing.
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Father is very strong. I once asked him why he was so powerful, and he said it was to protect Dad. That makes sense—Dad is pretty weak.
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The fact that Wu Zimo was a “battle weakling” seemed to be a widely accepted truth in the Alman family, and in Little Bun’s eyes, it was even more so, especially since Dad often struggled to get out of bed in the morning.
If Wu Zimo knew what his son was thinking, he would definitely have a serious talk with Scott!
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I will also become strong in the future, so I can protect Dad when Father can’t!
I love Dad the most. Well, I like Father too.
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After finishing his homework, Little Bun didn’t idle around.
He eagerly headed to the training room to practice.
When Scott and Wu Zimo returned home, Little Bun brought his homework to them and handed it over.
Wu Zimo couldn't help but smile when he heard his son declare his ambition to become a War God surpassing Scott. He bent down then picked up the little bun, and planted a firm kiss on his cheek.
"My son, what a lofty aspiration!"
Aiming to surpass Scott—truly his son!
The little bun squirmed shyly, then looked up at Scott with his big silver eyes that were filled with anticipation.
Though Scott was a man of authority, he didn't forget to encourage his son. "Since you've set this goal, you must strive to achieve it."
"Yes, Father!"
The family of three was filled with joy and warmth.
As for the matter of Wu Zimo being considered weak, that was something the couple would discuss in detail behind closed doors that night.
[The End]
Translator:
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