Betrayed by Husband, Divorced when Pregnant - Chapter 111 A Friend to Call

Ten thousand years later, ice has melted. The Soul Federation Scientific Exploration team found an egg with a golden and silver pattern on it in the far north of the land, and after examining it with an apparatus, they found out that there were vital signs inside. They hurriedly brought it back to the institute for hatching.

The egg hatched, but it was a baby, a baby exactly the same as a human – a baby born out of an egg.

This is my first time writing so don't be disappointed if it's not as good as the top authors!I'll do my best to bring the fun!Here we go!----------Apocalype in the Urban world??an event known as the great Cataclysm was the starting point to humanity's understanding of the abstract worlds!the cataclysm tore through the reality of earth, bringing down carnage.Responsible for the reduction in humanity's population.Apex predators born from Mana itself were responsible for the decline of humanity.With the awakening of the gifted, humanity returned back to where it was!but now the protectors of humanity are nothing but shadows of their former selves!Designed to be killers, soldiers owned by their governments!with series of wars constantly breaking out, they were bred to fight and die on the battlefield!in a world where only the gifted reigns, Riley was nothing!a mere non awakened cadet, a rag, hated by his military academy!and deployed to his death on his first day of commission!faced with a life or death situation, a weakling who had nothing, no parents to mourn him!no one to miss him when he's gone, a worthless human!faced with death, he was forced to awaken!Ding!Congratulations, you have awakened three ultimate Talents/Ethereal Summoner Talent, Infinity Talent(sealed), Adaptation Talent/Class: Legendary/Your Talents has evolved from F rank to E ranks/Starting out with three ultimate Talents!with the truth of his Bloodline dawn on him!..He's forced to level up!Maxing out his summon harem, Riley's faced with series of unfortunate events!A soldier who lives to die for his government!He has no life!Would he find his? or is his fate designed to be simply a weapon for his country?Who knows!

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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That lonesome night as he lays dying in the hospital, fearing of death and desiring the taste of life, his mind became unprecedentedly complex with mixed emotions.