The God Virus

Stating those words in a tranquil manner, he placed the Red-Crystal and a contact number within her exquisite palms before standing up and strolling into his bedroom, thus leaving a stunned Hu Yuexin behind.

Indeed, she was stupefied and somewhat dumbfounded at his unforeseen halt just when she had left herself at the sharp clutches of fate.

'W-why did he stop…?!' Frowning slightly, without herself even realizing, she felt bugged at the notion of this sudden ending. But more than any other feeling, she had been impressed and even moved by his unexpected action.

Nonetheless, putting that sense of confusion and loss aside, she became greatly enlivened at the fact that she could now finally go and tend to her son. So not wanting to waste a single second longer, she vanished from the suite in the blink of an eye, 'Whatever, that's good for me anyway… I can finally treat my son.'

...

After she left, the silhouette of Virus once again showed up within the living room, 'see you later.' He concluded with a chuckle. It was good indeed to have something to be entertained with.

'Can you hear me?' Out of nowhere, however, a call was connected to him.

Frowning slightly, Virus said, 'What is it, Amara? Why are you calling me?'

'Ah… just wanted to test this thing again and see if it works from this distance. You know-' before she could finish, however, she was interrupted, 'Alright, I'm busy, talk to you later.' With that, he directly cut off the line and even blocked her temporarily.

Simultaneously, a text popped up before her.

[Communication Device: You have been temporarily blocked by the administrator. Time remaining: 23:59:59]

Catching the sight of those words, Amara's eyes went wide in disbelief as she murmured quietly, "What! He… he blocked me!"

Meanwhile, inside the Presidential Suite, sitting on the couch, Virus began contemplating the strange knot that didn't budge in the least even after hours of nonstop Internal Energy concentration.

His deliberation went on for several minutes. But unfortunately, he couldn't understand the reason behind this strange phenomenon. In the end, shaking his head in defeat, he decided to try something else which had been occupying his mind for a while now.

'Why don't I just keep the Internal Energy condensed on the twist all the time? I mean… that should be possible for someone like me, though I'm certain there will be some drawbacks.'

With that idea flickering through his head, he directly divided his awareness exactly into two segments.

One section became focused on the concentration task while the other part was left for his daily needs and to control his physical body.

It didn't take long before his eyes snapped wide open.

'Success!' He exclaimed internally. However, he soon realized doing this also had its own disadvantages, just as he had anticipated.

For one, the efficiency of concentration was apparently cut in half as the gathered energy particles vibrated around twice the speed of before. They vibrated because they tended to try to escape from his weaker grasp nonstop before returning to their rightful spot. After all, in controlling the Internal Energy particles, what mattered wasn't quantity but quality.

This meant that the speed of disentanglement had at least decreased to less than twice that of before.

Of course, considering the long run, doing this was much more productive as he could keep the energy particles focused on the twist twenty-four hours a day which signified a noticeable increase in the effectiveness of the disentanglement.

Nodding his head in satisfaction, closing his eyes once more, he put all of his awareness on the gathered energy particles again. He was going to divide his perception into two parts only when he had something else to do in the real world.

...

At the same time, after leaving Virus' room, Hu Yuexin cheerfully rushed to get permission to leave the hotel for the rest of the day.

A while later, a Chinese beauty left from the entrance of the hotel before calling a taxi and disappearing into the crowded streets.

She had been so joyful that she didn't even notice the expensive foreign car that was following right after her.

...

"Son… let's go, mom will help you get better." As she was done doing the paperwork for his short discharge, Hu Yuexin walked before the three or four years old looking kid and uttered while tenderly patting his head.

"Mommy's here!" Exhibiting a happy smile over his pale face, the little kid exclaimed. He loved staring at those kind eyes which were filled with motherly passion directed at him all the time.

On the other side, observing her son that behaved multiple times more mature compared to the rest of the children around his age could only force a pained smile to be drawn over Hu Yuexin's face. She knew he was suffering a lot, but he still smiled brightly every night she came to visit him. He was a strong kid indeed.

'I swear I'll make it so you no longer feel any type of affliction whatsoever.' Pondering that line in total determination, she gently picked his bony figure before placing it in the wheelchair.

To Hu Yuexin, watching the little kid writhing in pain was the most tormenting torture in the entire world. If she could, she would've long transferred his disease to herself before sucking every ounce of affliction from his body. Albeit, she could not.

...

"Please take us to this address." After giving the taxi driver a piece of paper, she turned toward her son and made sure he was comfortable in his seat.

On the paper, the directions to somewhere outside Shanghai were written down. An hour-long distance by car.

"Mommy, w-where we going?" Inquired the kid in a childish tone.

Promptly changing to a smile, the Chinese beauty provided the kid with an answer, "Mommy's taking you to an uncle who can help you feel better."

"Weally?" Together with a shimmer of hope flickering through his dark pupils, the child questioned.

"Yes, really."

"Yay! It won't ache now!" Exclaiming happily, the small kid seemed to remember something which made his smile disappear as he said, "A-h, Mommy, I don't want it!"

Surprised by his rejection, the Chinese beauty mouthed, "Eh, why do you say that, son? You have to be okay for mommy, alright?"

"B-but… I-I don't want him to be my dad! He bad!" He screamed all of a sudden.