Star Dome: Simulated breeding at the beginning, Kafka suffered from morning sickness

[Father told you that your race is a werewolf race, a rare immortal species in the universe, and your natural physique is far superior to other races, and you must use this power well to protect your most important people in the future. ]

Young you still don't understand what he means, just nodded: "I know, I will protect my parents in the future!" [

6 years old: On that day, the werewolf hunters were holding a quarterly tribal meeting. The members gather together to elect a new leader, "Nest Father".

According to the rules, the position of "nest father" must be contested by force. Several candidates are fighting each other, including your father.

Everyone sat in a circle, watching the battle between the two in the field.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, screams rose and fell one after another, and the weak were bitten off their throats by the strong.

The onlookers were not surprised, there was no compassion on their faces, only naked excitement and bloodthirst.

After a brutal fight, your father wins hard, saves a life, bathes in the cheers of his people, and becomes the new "nest father".

But just when his father had just gained a foothold, a young man with strong skills suddenly rushed out from the crowd.

Armed with a long knife, he blatantly stabbed at the new nest father.

This blow is menacing and extremely murderous.

Your father has just escaped death, and now he has to deal with a new round of life and death.

"Dad!"

Your heart jumps, and you subconsciously want to rush over.

At this moment, you suddenly feel a surge of power in your body.

This force seems to be urging you, and you don't know what to do, and your heart is crossed, and with the flow of power, it moves in the direction of your father!

Your figure instantly disappeared in place, and suddenly appeared in front of your father in front of everyone!

You push your father away and face the deadly sword yourself.

Before you know it, your body has nimbly dodged the blow, and the opponent's long knife only leaves a hole in the corner of your clothes.

"How so?!" The man didn't seem to expect someone to dodge this blow, and a hint of surprise flashed on his face.

You take the opportunity to jump up and slap a palm on his wrist.

The man let go of the long knife in pain, and you snatched it and fought back.

The enemy retreated, and your father came to his aid. The two joined forces and wounded the young man to the ground.

"Good boy!" Father looks at you with joy in his eyes.

At this point, you suddenly realize what you have just done - you have flashed the past in an instant!

"Awesome, worthy of being my child."

You are in your father's arms, feeling his generous palms rubbing over your head.

On this day, you saved your father and also saved his position as the "nest father". 】

【7 years old: After showing the ability to flash, you are in the spotlight and are regarded by the clansmen as the strongest hunter of the next generation.

In order to hone your talents, my father decided to send you to learn to fly battleships.

"You will become the best flying hunter, I can feel the blood boiling in your body." Father said.

So, you head to the flight training camp.

The training camp gathers the best descendants of the werewolves, and every year the most outstanding hunters are selected to join the fleet.

But the training here is also extremely rigorous, and many people are eliminated every day.

It's a great honor for you to stay here and train for one more day.

On your first day at the bootcamp, you caught everyone's attention.

Everyone is talking about your rare ability to flash, and you can feel the naked jealousy and guard in their eyes.

However, you don't care, just bury your head and practice, arrive first every day, and leave last.

You train alone, repeat the most boring basic moves, and don't slack.

Gradually, your level of flying battleships stands out throughout the training camp.

This makes colleagues who originally hated you have to face up to your strength.

Not only are you good at handling your ship, but you're also very good at using tactics.

"I think he can become a flying hunter in two years, don't look at his young age, this kid will become a big player in the future." The instructors privately admire your talent.

And you gradually established yourself in the training center and gained everyone's recognition.

You are no longer the eyed outlier, the second generation of escorts, but a real hunter, the brightest rising star in the training center. [

8 years old: You have finally passed a very strict selection and are assigned to the combat unit of the hunting group.

From now on, you will be a flying hunter of the hunting group.

"Learn more from Big Brothers." Colleagues pat you on the shoulder and exhort in a brotherly tone.

You smile happily, but your heart is slightly nervous.

You're about to have your first real intergalactic battle, which is a little unsettling for an eight-year-old kid after all.

But you're not the only one who went into battle at a young age.

The boys who fought with you have long been hunters on the battlefield.

The moment you set off, you stood on the board of the hunter, watching the hunters methodically preparing to take off, listening to the roar of the engine, and all the uneasiness disappeared in an instant.

In its place is the excitement of blood boiling, and you can't wait to get out into battle.

The target of the first interstellar expedition was a remote asteroid belt.

It is inhabited by a group of self-sufficient indigenous people who are far less civilized than werewolves.

Your mission is to raid them and obtain resources and wealth.

An easy hunt, the hunters do not pay attention to it.

But for you, it means accepting the torch and officially becoming part of the hunt.

As the hunter crosses the nebula, your heart beats like thunder.

With the command to exit the cabin, you put on your helmet and hold the lever tightly.

"Fight for the werewolves!"

Shouting slogans, you leapt away with the vanguard of the hunt, maneuvering your battleship into artillery fire and gunfire.

The first interstellar battle was like a grand hunt and festival.

Your warships are besieged, and the enemy's defenses are crumbling in an instant.

Easily dodge enemy fire from your ship, and your weapons quickly lock onto their targets and then shoot mercilessly to destroy them.

The sight of the wingman being shot down did not frighten you, but was replaced by intense excitement and agitation – primitive bloodthirst and destructive desire boiling in your blood.

Your results are among the best in this battle and have won everyone's admiration.

And when you saw the moment the enemy space station exploded, the sparks bloomed in front of you, but you suddenly felt a trace of emptiness.

It turns out that life and death are only in one thought.

Behind the victory are the lost lives and civilizations.

You don't understand where this emotion comes from, and you don't have the heart to think about it.

Father tells you that hunters never grieve for their prey. At this point, you only know that your innate vocation is to fight, conquer, and take. 【

9 years old: The hunting group holds a hunting convention every year, and the hunters return with loot to show their personal achievements and strength.

That year, you brought back the most treasures and resources, and naturally attracted much attention.

But while distributing the loot, you get into a dispute with a hunter.

He snatches a piece of your beloved blue crystal, and you can't bear to let it go. Between the two of them, the hunter punches you in the face.

Your forehead is suddenly covered in blood.

And at this moment, you feel the fury in your body about to move.

The noise around you amplified in your ears, and your sanity was quickly drowned out.

You roared and pounced on the hunter like a wild beast.

You've never felt so powerful, and when you punch him in the abdomen, the man flies away like a rag bag. Then you fly over and hit him in the throat with a fatal punch.

The people around were stunned for a while, no one expected you, a nine-year-old child, to have such terrifying power.

The hunter is dying, and your sanity is gradually restored. You look at your bloody hands and can't believe what you just had.

"Me, what happened to me?" You turn your head and look blankly at your father.