Jean's child looked exactly like Violetta, but was a bit mischievous. As soon as Qinuo held her, she used her telekinesis to throw furniture around.
However, Jean caught it and put it back in place. This personality made her a bit troubled. If she hadn't seen the child jump out of her own body, she would have suspected that the two children had been swapped.
"So lively,"
Qinuo looked at the energetic little one in his arms. Jean said with a gentle yet helpless smile, "Yes, that's why I named her Sophila. I hope her light can illuminate others like sunshine, though right now… this light is a bit mischievous."
Qinuo then looked at the other children.
Qinuo then looked at the other children.
A baby girl with scarlet hair, her tiny fists slightly clenched, with extremely faint chaotic magic particles unconsciously flickering and leaping around her body.
"Master, I miss You so much."
Wanda handed the child to Qinuo, then took Qinuo's other hand and gently rubbed it against her face.
"You've worked hard."
"It's not hard. Can You accompany me shopping tomorrow?"
Wanda felt the warmth of Qinuo's palm, her eyes filled with fondness.
"Okay."
Qinuo agreed, lowering his head to look at the small life in his arms.
"She's named Leia,"
Wanda said softly, her eyes shining with maternal radiance.
Next was Xi's child, also a girl, but her appearance kept changing, even eventually transforming into Qinuo's face.
"Young Master, this child is a bit playful."
Xi said, touching the infant's face with her finger. The appearance finally settled into a cute little face. When the child realized her ability was sealed, Xi's stern gaze made her dare not cry.
"Compared to Du Yao, she's already well-behaved."
Qinuo said with a smile, looking at the aggrieved little face, and with a touch of his finger, he unsealed Xi's power.
"I haven't named her, Young Master, please think of one."
"Let's call her Danqing. I hope that in the future, You can, like a paintbrush, depict a unique and brilliant life of your own."
Qinuo looked at the small face in his arms, which had become lively again, with a hint of cunning and grievance, and gently brushed her bangs with his fingertips.
The little one seemed to understand, or perhaps was just soothed by her father's touch. She cooed, her little mouth spread into a grin, and several blurry images flashed across her face instantly.
Finally, it settled on Xi's outline, then changed back to her own cute appearance with Xi's Shadow, only this time it didn't change randomly anymore.
"Danqing…"
Xi softly murmured the name, her stern gaze long since softened into tender waves. "It's a good name, Young Master."
"Being playful is a child's nature."
Qinuo smiled, carefully handing Danqing back to Xi.
"As long as she doesn't hurt herself or others, just let her be. Look at Sophila, isn't she giving Jean a hard time too?"
His gaze turned to Jean, who once again 'pressed' the blanket, lifted by Sophila's telekinesis, back into the crib, her movements as practiced as playing whack-a-mole.
After comforting Danqing and Xi, Qinuo's gaze turned to the next swaddled baby. The child crawling all over Gwen seemed somewhat different.
The child moved nimbly on Gwen's body, but in a few moments, Gwen caught her and held her securely in her arms.
"Qinuo, this little one. She's quite energetic."
Gwen looked down at the child in her arms, her eyes filled with doting affection, yet also a hint of helplessness.
"She wants to move around after less than five minutes of quiet. It feels like taking care of a husky."
Qinuo reached out, gently touching the small hand that was hanging out.
The small hand suddenly sparked with blue-white electricity, like static, flashing by with a faint crackling sound.
The child seemed to sense Qinuo's unique aura and power. Her eyes, which inherited Gwen's clear qualities, widened slightly, staring curiously at Qinuo. Her body no longer twisted frequently, becoming much calmer.
"It seems she inherited her mother's talent."
Qinuo's voice was tinged with amusement.
"Yes, and with a little extra."
Gwen shrugged.
"Her reactions are as fast as a premonition, and this static electricity, when she was just born, it made the children of Black Phoenix and Hela cry out loud."
"That's why I named her Aliya, hoping she will always be full of vitality, agile as light."
She spoke with feigned worry, but the smile in her eyes couldn't be hidden.
Although Qinuo's children had different abilities, they all possessed one ability: a Kryptonian body. This small lightning would at most cause a momentary sting.
"Aliya, I hope You'll make your mother worry less in the future."
After speaking, Qinuo looked at the other children.
Harley's child seemed very quiet, hugging Harley's thigh and hiding behind her. Seeing Qinuo's gaze, she carefully walked over with her hands behind her back.
"Hello, Daddy, I have a gift for You. Can You close your eyes?"
"Yes."
As soon as Qinuo closed his eyes, a mischievous look appeared in the little one's eyes. A paintbrush appeared in the hand behind her back, and she began to doodle on Qinuo's face.
The people around did not stop her. Harley also quietly took out a paintbrush and joined in.
When it was over, Qinuo opened his eyes and looked at the mother and daughter giggling in front of him, his eyes full of amusement.
After all, it was impossible for them not to feel resentment since he hadn't appeared for so long.
Qinuo, with his colorful face, his gaze sweeping over the giggling Harley with an indulgent smile, finally settled on the shy yet unmistakably cunning little one behind Harley.
"This 'gift' is very creative,"
Qinuo's voice was gentle, the comical oil paint on his face forming a strange harmony with his steady demeanor.
"It seems You've inherited your mother's talent for abstract art, but next time, perhaps You could try painting on paper?"
The little one saw that Qinuo wasn't angry, and her courage grew. She fully emerged from behind Harley's leg and whispered, "Daddy, my name is Delilah! Mommy says I'm as cute and surprising as a little sweetheart!"
Harley nodded vigorously from the side, adding proudly, "That's right! My little Delilah! A sweet and surprising little rascal!"
Qinuo chuckled, "Delilah… what a fitting and adorable name."
Qinuo looked at Polaris, and next to her, a sassy little girl with a rebellious look, dressed like a mini-punk, adorned with various rare metal ornaments.
Her small chin was slightly raised, and her emerald eyes (glanced sideways at Qinuo, with an arrogant air of "this young lady is scrutinizing You," completely lacking the unfamiliarity or curiosity other children showed upon first meeting their father.
"Pleased to meet You, my little Queen."
Qinuo performed a knight's bow.
A hint of shyness flashed in the little Queen's eyes, but she feigned indifference: "Knight, I am Regla! Mommy says I was born to be a master of magnetism."
Polaris stood with her arms crossed, a proud smile on her lips: "Of course, my little Queen Regla."
Qinuo chuckled, "Regla… a name that perfectly suits your temperament, little Queen."
Qinuo stood up, finally casting his gaze towards the corner of the room, an area where the light itself seemed to automatically become a bit cooler.
Hela leaned against the wall, holding a baby girl in her arms. The child had the same dark green hair as her mother, skin so pale it was almost transparent, and seemed to be sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.
However, as Qinuo approached, the baby girl's long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
They were a pair of startlingly pure emerald green eyes, so clear they seemed to reflect the essence of the soul, yet carrying Hela's characteristic chill.
Hela looked down at her daughter, her gaze uncharacteristically gentle, but her tone still carried the Goddess of Death's inherent arrogance and a hint of… disdain?
"Look at her, my daughter, as quiet as a snowflake from the deepest part of Niflheim."
She extended a finger, tipped with black nail polish, and gently touched her daughter's chubby little face.
"No aura of Death, no fluctuation of destruction, she can't even make a flower wither."
"Hrolf (meaning vitality/grace in Death), the name I bestowed upon You, seems a bit too 'gentle,' doesn't it?"
As if in response to her mother's words, little Hrolf yawned, and the cloth wrapped around her began to sprout green plants, unfurling at a visible speed and blooming into pure White flowers.
Hela's expression instantly froze.
She looked down at her daughter, still quiet in her arms, then at the vibrant flowers on her body, which were completely out of place with her Death divinity, and the disdain on her face intensified.
"My Goddess of Death's daughter awakening life energy? This is an utter blasphemy to my divine office!"
Qinuo, however, smiled. He reached out and carefully touched the girl's soft hair.
The little baby girl's green eyes looked at him, showing no fear, only pure serenity.
"Death and life are two sides of the same coin, Hela," Qinuo's voice was calm and strong.
"Withering is an end, but also the prelude to new life. Hrolf, this is your name, her power is not blasphemy, but the other side of your divinity that has never truly been seen—the tranquility that stills all things and the possibility of new life."
Before he finished speaking, black light glowed in Qinuo's hand, and the flowers on Hrolf's body withered again. A few seeds fell from the withered flowers and were casually tossed into the garden outside, where White flowers bloomed once more.
Hela frowned, but her arm holding Hrolf instinctively tightened a little. She didn't retort, merely staring at her daughter's pure green eyes, lost in thought.
Next were Du Yao and Miracle. These were the first children, and Qinuo touched their heads.
They were completely indifferent to their father and mother's disappearance and return, only eager to defeat each other.
Xing Yu, however, was different; he was very happy about his father's return.
Qinuo's gaze finally settled on the overly quiet little boy in the corner of the room.
He had Kara's distinctive dark curly hair, but his facial features were more rugged and sharp than other children his age. In his blue eyes, complex emotions far beyond his ten-year-old appearance were settled—scrutiny, detachment, and indifference.
Kara gently pushed his shoulder, her voice encouraging: "Arthur, go to Dad."
The little boy—Arthur—his body tensed slightly. He didn't show curiosity or closeness like the other children. Instead, he lifted his gaze from the fingers he was playing with and met Qinuo's eyes without evasion.
His gaze was clear but cold, like a frozen lake in a Kryptonian winter.
"I don't want this man to be my father."
The air instantly solidified, drawing everyone's attention.
Black Phoenix's fingers, teasing Viretta, stopped mid-air. Jean unconsciously tightened her grip on Sophira's waving little hand. Arya, in Gwen's arms, stopped her electric-like squirming. Even Regla, who was tugging on a small metal chain, forgot her "queen" posture and tilted her head to look over.
Hela held Hrolf, a hint of amusement flashing in her green eyes.
Wanda, Pamela, Xi… everyone's eyes were filled with astonishment.
It could be said that the most worry-free children in the family were Kara's children. They could take care of themselves just a few months after birth, and if anyone was away, they would even look after their younger siblings.
Even Venom came out, curiously sizing up this kid who seemed to be asking for a beating.
Some of the color drained from Kara's face. She crouched down, placing her hands on Arthur's shoulders.
"Arthur! Don't talk nonsense, he is your father!"
"Is he?"
Arthur's voice remained calm, but it was as piercing as an ice pick.
"In my memory, he never existed. The word 'father,' before I learned to speak, was just a symbol, a picture, a symbol You told me was important but whose meaning I never felt."
His gaze swept over the younger siblings in the room, still in swaddling clothes or looking at him with puzzled eyes.
"They are luckier than me; at least when their 'symbol' appeared, they didn't remember anything.
But me…"
He paused, and finally, a hint of a child's grievance and anger leaked from that maturity beyond his years.
"I've seen Mom cry late at night looking out the window; I've seen other children being lifted high by their fathers.
I've seen Aunt Pamela and them leave for errands, and I could only stay behind to take care of my younger siblings because 'Arthur is the most sensible'…"
He suddenly looked up, meeting Qinuo's gaze again, his blue eyes burning with an icy blue Fire.
"I don't want to be sensible at all! But that 'symbol' wasn't there! Where did he go?
To do those great, Universe-saving things? So great that he didn't even have time to come back and see his child being born, see his child growing up?!"
Kara's eyes instantly reddened. She hugged Arthur tightly, her voice choked: "Arthur, it's not like that, Dad, he…"
"Mom."
Arthur's voice softened a little, but he remained stubborn.
"You don't need to explain for him. I know he's strong, unimaginably powerful."
He broke free from Kara's embrace, his small body standing ramrod straight.
"But he missed my first breath, my first crawl, the first time I burned a toy with Heat Vision (though I quickly controlled it), the first time I flew and almost crashed through the ceiling… He missed every moment a 'father' should witness.
Now he's back, with a dazzling halo, everyone surrounding him, celebrating his return, welcoming him to fulfill the duties of a 'father'…"
Arthur took a deep breath, as if to unleash the emotions that had accumulated for three years, or even longer. His small chest heaved, and finally, he declared with absolute certainty:
"But to me, he's just a powerful stranger who suddenly intruded.
Just a 'symbol.' I don't need his belated 'fatherly love,' and I certainly don't need a 'father' who only remembers to come home after a victory!"
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