<h4>Chapter Ch122 - Long Meditation</h4>


    <i>trantor: xiin


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    <i> editor: kara</i>


    The starry skies of the Third Star Province were quiet and vast. It was closer to the center of the Milky Way, so the Star River in the sky seemed to break up into countless waves, shining peacefully in the sky.


    Father Vic and Tyron stood on the balcony. At first, they were just quiet, butter, Father Vic started up a conversation, and they talked a little about the past and present. Sometimes they simply talked about trifles at home, and sometimes they touched on social news.


    Father Vic had been born in the Phoenix Empire and had graduated with a degree in psychology. He didn’t often use his profound knowledge to analyze a person, but this knowledge had undoubtedly be the framework and core for his thinking. He almost instinctively looked at each person’s habits and personality characteristics when he met them.


    Fine, perhaps he was a little purposeful this time, but he was really worried that his silly son had fallen into a bottomless pit.


    Father Vic: ˊ_>ˋ Raising up a silly son really wasn’t easy.


    However, this time, Father Vic encountered a problem that had no solution.


    Tyron didn’t deliberately avoid or subconsciously resist being analyzed, in fact,he was very rxed and was even leaningfortably against the railing as he chatted casually with him about aimless topics.


    However, Tyron was also unusually mysterious. Even in the most leisurely process of self-expression, he showed no likes nor dislikes or any habits to speak of.


    Generally speaking, personality characteristics were like a person’s fingerprints. They were innate and gradually became clearer over time as one grew. Theoretically, they weren’t necessarily unique, but the probability of two people in the world with identical characteristicsing into contact with each other was close to infinite, meaning it was practically impossible in reality. However, there was another kind of person who could smooth out their ‘fingerprints’ for special purposes, ensuring that they didn’t leave any traces of themselves behind.


    ––To Father Vic, Tyron was one such person. He had no way to pinpoint, track, and analyze someone like that.


    Father Vic realized that all of his knowledge of Tyron hade from Victor, and the reason why Victor could understand Tyron was because Tyron allowed it. That was all.


    Tyron knew that Father Vic was testing him, but he hadn’t purposely put up any strong defenses.


    Once upon a time, there were many people who had gone through very professional, very tough training in order to test out the master assassin’s preferences. Of course, they all went back having suffered a great defeat––this was very unfair, but psychology was an innate talent of the demonic race.


    At an age of several hundred years, Tyron had already had enough knowledge to be a doctorate professor, and after that, he had be a true master.


    The master assassin not turning the tables to draw out a full evaluation of Father Vic was already him deliberately restraining himself.


    He couldn’t help it––this was Little Vic’s father.


    ––This father-inw wanted to beat around the bush. Did this son-inw dare to have any opinions?


    Tyron spoke about the National Championships and then mentioned that he and Little Vic nned to find a suitable ce to settle down for a year.


    Father Vic had asked this question for the purpose of hearing whether or not Victor was in his ns for the future. After listening, he was a little relieved and asked again, “Are you interested in e-sports, or are you fighting professionally?”


    He didn’t really think that Tyron was interested in fighting for personal honor, because a person who could quietly erase their ‘fingerprints’ must be looking for something extraordinary.


    However, he’d miscalcted again.


    Tyron replied, “What I want is a ce of my own and a voice.”


    Father Vic was surprised. He felt that the character profile he’d just put together had been broken once again.


    Tyron spoke frankly, “I know that you’re profiling me. That’s not very urate. I used to walk in the dark, but I didn’t serve the dark. I used to hide my name, because what should be feared wasn’t a name but a powerful word. I didn’t oftene out to receive glory, because that wasn’t something I needed––I served the light, so I would rather meld into the shadows of the light.”


    There were too many metaphors in this passage. Father Vic made an approximate guess and then couldn’t help but suck in a breath.


    He felt that he was facing an unfathomable mystery. The problem was that he didn’t dare to ask further. Then, he thought of the consciousness projection operation that Tyron had undergone and even the new citizenship that he had just applied for, and suddenly, he realized that this was a terrible figure from the underworld who had abandoned the dark ande out into the light!!


    In fact, the Chaoyang Alliance hadn’t been in existence for very long, and there were full star regions that were still autonomous. With Mother Vic’s political identity, they often came into contact with some unspeakable characters. Such people... werepletely in line with the character profile that Father Vic had created! And, they were also aplete fit with the feature of having ‘no fingerprints’!


    This was endlessly shocking. Thrilling ck bridges were being linked together in Father Vic’s mind––and to some extent, he was indeed correct.


    Father Vic couldn’t help but ask, “Are you sure that you don’t n to go back to your previous... work?”


    Tyron thought about it and replied easily, “Now? I want to support the family. Victor is a very idealistic child. He changes the world wherever he goes, and he’s the light that I look towards, so I’m willing to fight for him to have more say in the world.”


    Father Vic: “......” So, had our family’s Little Vic identally saved all living creatures from torment and brought back some sort of scary person?


    Tyron had a smile in his eyes as he continued, “Victor is the driving force behind my current work. Before meeting him, I never felt that anything I did was worthy of admiration. After meeting him, I began to want to achieve the highest honor. Except for him, I’ve never felt happy receiving admiration from anyone, but after epting him, I have never regretted it for a second.”


    In order to see such dedicated worship and admiration, he would like to continue to y through the National Championships and bring the trophy back to Victor.


    The two of them continued to chat on the balcony for a while, but this time, it was Father Vic who deliberately avoided topics rting to the past.


    Tyron then told his father-inw that he needed ten days to meditate thoroughly and quietly.


    Father Vic expressed that he was in total agreement! He was also a supporter of this theory. He felt that before making a major decision in life, one had to have at least thought it through thoroughly.


    His ideas coincided with the elves’ way of thinking. Tyron didn’t exin further and went back inside with him.


    However, Victor was extremely unhappy when he heard this news!


    Victor: “Why? Daddy, what did you do!?”


    Father Vic: “......” This time, it wasn’t me!


    Victor’s eyes were full of grievance as heined silently: I know it was you! Dad, you’re the darkest person in our family. You y with people’s hearts, and you study psychology. Splitting up for ten days to meditate––it sounds like your style!! You must have forced my old antique into doing this!


    Father Vic stared at his own son with eyes that were even more aggrieved than his: Your fiance’s skills are way higher than mine!! Really! It’s true! Your dad is the one who needsforting!


    Victor’s gaze turned doubtful: I, don’t, believe, it! My old antique is like a white lotus flower on a snowy mountain. He’s the most lovely and pure one!


    Father Vic fell silent for a while. He swallowed his tears back into his stomach and shouldered this me, “There’s nothing else to be said about it! You two will separate for ten days.”


    Ten days was actually quite short.


    Tyron sat quietly indoors, asionally going out for a walk.


    Like he’d been in the past millennium, he was a very resilient, powerful, and cold-blooded man.


    After just three days, he had returned to the state he’d been a few years ago. He was cold, silent, and perfectly integrated into the crowd. As long as he didn’t want them to, nobody could find his brilliance; nobody could get close to him or understand him.


    He could go on living like this for a lifetime; he could even hypnotize himself and forget that he had ever met Victor. He didn’t need more glory; such a thing was just like petals falling on hispel to him. It was just a beautiful thing that had happened to him.


    Having no wants and desires, this was a powerful part of him.


    ......


    However, ten dayster, Tyron returned to Victor’s house.


    He had decided to treat himself better, because after ten days had passed, he realized that he hadn’t smiled at all over the past ten days.


    ––It was too miserable, especiallypared to the previous times when he and Victor had both shown their love to each other. It was simply so lonely that it made people feel like they wanted to cry inpassion.


    The door was opened by a haggard-looking Father Vic.


    Tyron said, “I’m here to pick up Victor.”


    He looked inside and saw an equally haggard-looking Mother Vic smoking an e-cigarette. Her tone was full of the vicissitudes of life, “Quickly take your fiance away! Take him away!”


    The master assassin’s expression was dazed. He saw that the walls, tables, and ceiling in the living room were covered in calction paper. His Vic flew out of the bedroom in an instant and crashed into his arms.


    Father Vic’s face was a little green as he waved his hand and said, “Take, take him away... Don’t bring him back...”


    Tyron thought to himself, what exactly had happened here? Could it be that Victor had been more lonely than he’d been over the past ten days?


    Victor was jumping and bouncing around as he exined what had happened on the way back.


    Over the ten days, Victor had done a whole set of research to tell his parents ‘why having a betrothed couple be together every day was the best for society’. During this period, he used theoretical modeling, market research, data analysis, logical reasoning, process simtion, and other methods to support his statement. He used three supeputers and two advanced AIs, the totalputing power exceeding a trillion hertz, then used images, videos, newspapers, and so on to report the findings three times over.


    At the beginning, Father Vic and Mother Vic were stillughing, “Ah, our family has produced a little bookworm”. They found it amusing as they waited for Victor’s reports.


    While listening to the report for the first time, they had already turned numb halfway through. After they finished listening to it, they had confused expressions on their faces: Why did it sound so reasonable? Was this an expert-level persuasion ability?


    After listening to it the second time, the two of them were already smoking electronic cigarettes together. They fell into a big confusion over life: Who agreed that this son of theirs would go back to study three degrees?


    By the time Victor started on making the report a third time––an even more detailed and viable version–– Father Vic and Mother Vic were already paralyzed on the sofa, feeling that their souls would fly out of their mouths at any second.


    At the end of the day, the two elders were constantly waiting for Tyron to appear. They felt that they could already speak out on countless perfect reasons for why ‘a husband and husband pair being together every day was good for society’... They had already gained a solid foundation on this subject. They fully admired this perfect set of academic theories and also hoped that Tyron would take their son away as soon as possible––there was no need to send him back!!