Our Entire Family Has Secrets [Transmigrated] - Chapter 44

Chapter 44

In the vast, empty conference room, the silence was almost maddening.

Breaths and heartbeats felt rare and light.

Other than the occasional gasps and moans from Yan Fengyue, no other sounds could be heard.

The spider domain, despite changing owners many times, had never altered its internal rating standards.

To become an S-rank rare breed meant being revered, not just within the spider domain, but also marked as a high-risk individual by the Special Bloodline Management Bureau.

If an S-rank’s bloodline erupted, it could potentially annihilate a small town.

They were arrogant, self-assured, and detached, considering themselves the most powerful force.

Yet now, a strange figure had appeared.

With just a finger, he could kill these proud S-ranks.

Wu Jian, another S-rank, felt a complex mix of emotions—not fear, but intrigue.

He understood that every bloodline had a counter.

Perhaps Gabriel’s abilities were just the right counter to Yan Fengyue.

While he was surprised, he wasn’t afraid.

He was more curious than anything else.

How could one fight without excitement?

Yet Yuan Bozhu’s face remained cold, as if he had just flicked off dust effortlessly.

Wu Jian turned silently toward the now-silent Yan Fengyue, confirming she was merely unconscious, and assessed her injuries—serious but not fatal.

He wondered if Gabriel had no intent to kill or if his powers had limits.

Curiosity consumed him, almost making him want to engage with Yuan Bozhu himself.

Meanwhile, Satan finally snapped out of his shock, oddly smiling at Yuan Bozhu, asking if he could absorb the lich spirit, eager to appease him.

Yuan Bozhu’s eyes turned cold when he saw Satan carelessly pull out the badge holding the spirit, treating it like an unimportant trinket.

As Satan speculated Gabriel’s intentions, Yuan Bozhu simply responded, “Don’t waste time.”

Satan sighed and returned the badge to his pocket.

Suddenly, he raised a hand, and a flurry of black paper scraps scattered across the conference room.

The paper puppets quickly formed a circle, surrounding Yuan Bozhu, while Satan stood outside the perimeter.

“The spider domain has its rules. If you can’t give me a good reason, I can’t help you,” he said, whistling sharply.

Instantly, the puppets transformed into grotesque shapes: two-headed, six-legged hyenas, exploding-scaled pythons, and massive hedgehogs towering two meters high.

Wu Jian hissed, pulling Yan Fengyue back, muttering, “You’re getting more disgusting by the minute.”

Unlike Yan Fengyue, Satan was cautious and never underestimated Gabriel.

His blood puppets were aggressive and endlessly replenished as long as Satan’s energy lasted, making them nearly impossible to kill in battle.

The sudden influx of monsters cramped the already limited space of the conference room, and the air grew tense.

In the spider domain, Satan wielded infinite energy and never felt fatigue.

Even Wu Jian and Yan Fengyue found his puppets troublesome, realizing that a coordinated attack might not guarantee success.

Satan remained silent, focused on Yuan Bozhu.

“Show me how strong you really are,” he said, slicing his tongue with sharp nails and making a whistling gesture, though no sound emerged—only the thick smell of blood filled the air.

The puppets surged towards Yuan Bozhu.

With a single hand gesture, Yuan Bozhu ignited the Samadhi True Fire.

Satan laughed maniacally, “Fire is only effective against ordinary puppets; my blood puppets can’t be burned.”

Yet Yuan Bozhu, expressionless, gazed through the flames and coldly replied, “Is that so?”

In an instant, the fire blazed brighter, consuming the blood puppets no matter how they struggled to regenerate.

Satan’s smile froze, blood trickling from his mouth.

Wu Jian erupted in laughter, “You lost too quickly, Satan. How embarrassing.”

The air thickened with heat, causing everyone but Yuan Bozhu to sweat profusely.

Wu Jian added, “Since you’re so strong, you wouldn’t mind if I joined the fight, would you?”

Yuan Bozhu frowned.

Just when they thought he would continue the battle, he withdrew.

He had no desire to fight Wu Jian, a crucial character in the main storyline.

As one of the spider domain’s S-rank employees, without someone like Yuan Bozhu to balance things out, Wu Jian would undoubtedly be the most formidable S-rank.

Though he seemed to hold his own against Yan Fengyue, he wasn’t even using his full strength.

Years later, during a climactic battle between protagonists and villains, Wu Jian led nearly a hundred thousand people into a shared dream, effortlessly defeating the protagonists and the Special Bloodline Management Bureau behind them.

Yuan Bozhu was wary of Wu Jian, not out of fear of his mental control, but because he was heavily featured in the original narrative.

Engaging with Wu Jian could easily draw him closer to the main plot—a troublesome prospect.

After years of navigating this story, Yuan Bozhu had learned that characters and plotlines appearing in the original text were nearly impossible to alter.

Though not absolutely immutable, his past attempts proved that the closer a character or plotline was to the main storyline, the greater the cost and effort required to change it, often resulting in futility.

The main storyline felt guided by a consciousness, leading everything toward its predetermined conclusion.

Even if the cause was altered, some unknowable force—like fate—would find a way to loop back to the same outcome.

If Yuan Bozhu wanted to change any plot related to the main storyline, it meant he would have to maintain that direction of change over time without becoming complacent.

Because at any moment, a small push could revert everything back to its original outcome.

The most direct example was the appearances of Yuan Wanjiao and Yuan Qifeng.

These two names appeared only on two death reports in the original text, seemingly insignificant.

However, when Yuan Bozhu initially tried to prevent them from becoming “Yuan Wanjiao” and “Yuan Qifeng,” he failed.

 

On the day Yuan Bozhu transmigrated as a newborn, along with the rebirth of his consciousness, he also received what could be described as the “plot” of this world.

At that time, he didn’t understand the concept of transmigration; he simply found many of the plot elements unreasonable.

Since he was born ten years ago, he believed he could avoid many troubles in advance.

Initially, Yuan Bozhu wanted to completely avoid Yuan Wanjiao and Yuan Qifeng.

Having cultivated for many years without any family, he needed time to adjust to suddenly having a pair of parents.

Yet, one day, two strange individuals tried to intrude into his life, and without hesitation, Yuan Bozhu decided to change this plot.

That year was the ninth year since Yuan Bozhu’s transmigration, and he was in third grade.

He became aware of the spider domain’s existence but didn’t know what connection it had with him.

His family was merely cannoning fodder, while the spider domain would become the headquarters of the villains years later.

Yuan Bozhu chose to watch the developments.

Then, the witch Alanlu appeared out of nowhere.

That day, she stood at the school gate in a black cloak, holding a peculiar crystal ball, handing out candy to every passing child, telling them:

“You will become a big star.”

“You’ll marry a beautiful wife.”

“Don’t be late for the college entrance exam.”

“You’re quite lucky, kid.”

The children didn’t understand and simply thought the candy was delicious.

When Alanlu’s gaze fell on Yuan Bozhu, he expressionlessly walked over to the security booth and said, “There’s a human trafficker over there.”

The security guard immediately contacted a teacher, and a group surrounded Alanlu.

Yuan Bozhu successfully evaded her.

However, as he approached his front door, Alanlu appeared again, attempting to strike up a conversation.

Yuan Bozhu made a hand sign, and a gust of wind blew her cloak away.

To avoid revealing her true identity, Alanlu hurriedly put herself back together.

As the wind settled, Yuan Bozhu entered his home.

But that was not the end.

That night, the television news aired a new welfare policy in the city.

Children over eighteen who had not been adopted would no longer receive government support.

A contact number was provided for the welfare center to find adoptive families for all children over sixteen.

Yuan Jilang and Zhang Shu, known for their overflowing compassion, were about to jot down the number when Yuan Bozhu, standing behind them, snapped his fingers and shattered the TV, then turned away to hide his achievements.

Yuan Jilang and Zhang Shu were startled.

They thought the situation had changed.

But the next day, Alanlu approached Zhang Shu and informed her that their family might encounter trouble soon, advising her to buy a witch’s crystal to ward off disaster if she didn’t want her family to suffer.

Recalling the television explosion, Zhang Shu thought it was indeed a possibility and ended up buying it.

Yuan Bozhu didn’t even need to think; he knew the crystal could monitor their family’s life.

At dinner, he pretended to be playful, taking the crystal to the balcony and “accidentally” dropping it.

But when he turned around, new adoption information appeared on their new television.

Before Yuan Bozhu could respond, Yuan Jilang received a call from the welfare center.

They informed him that their situation was perfect for adopting a child, and the government would offer rewards, including a housing discount policy.

If the adoption succeeded, they could trade their old home for a new one and move into a larger house.

Yuan Jilang and Zhang Shu weren’t motivated by the house; they felt pity for the children, who would face the world alone after turning eighteen.

They were willing to lend a helping hand.

With no way to escape, nine-year-old Yuan Bozhu finally decided to take action.

That day, Qiancheng City experienced the largest tsunami in its history. Although there were no casualties, the tremors were immense.

In the following three days, the city suffered two tsunamis, an earthquake, and a massive storm.

For a full 72 hours, dark clouds covered the sky, blocking out the sun, making everyone feel as if the world was ending.

With so many natural disasters, Yuan Bozhu’s parents decided to move.

Yuan Bozhu was satisfied, thinking this would eliminate future troubles.

In the days leading up to their move, Yuan Bozhu noticed that many “people” had appeared near his home.

The Special Blood Type Management Bureau, the Spider Domain, and various powerful rare bloodline factions were all watching his family closely.

He had shaken the city, and now the consequences were unfolding—more people were paying attention to him.

Yuan Bozhu then tried to engage with these individuals for a while, but he realized that the problems were multiplying and becoming more complicated.

The plane tickets his parents bought had them surrounded by people sent by various organizations, all trying to get close to them.

In the end, the flight couldn’t take off.

The representatives from these organizations recognized each other, leading to a standoff, and Yuan Bozhu’s family was inexplicably removed from the plane.

Oddly, he felt a sense of relief.

He finally understood two things.

First, these people had their suspicions about his power but weren’t completely sure yet—they were still in a wait-and-see phase.

If he continued to oppose them, it might backfire.

Second, his excessive use of power could be detected by energy field monitors.

From all the evidence, he concluded that doing nothing was the most effective way to maintain a peaceful life.

Thus, he gave up struggling.

When he turned ten, his family ultimately failed to move.

Instead, his parents adopted a homeless eighteen-year-old brother and also brought home a sister who had collapsed on the street from hunger due to her failing business.

They merely relocated from one side of Qiancheng City to the other, into a slightly bigger house.

The family’s burden increased, and his father couldn’t easily change jobs, so they had to stay in Qiancheng City.

Characters like Yuan Wanjiao and Yuan Qifeng were already difficult to change; it would be even harder with someone as intertwined with the main plot as Wu Jian.

Yuan Bozhu was wary not of the person himself, but of the potential trouble he might bring.

He still couldn’t figure out how to ensure his family’s safety.

Thus, as he continued to experiment, he needed to ensure he avoided touching the main storyline.

The moment Yuan Bozhu’s flames extinguished, Satan could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of black blood, retracting the blood puppets.

The rapid energy consumption left him utterly exhausted, but the excitement on his face didn’t fade.

Gabriel was stronger than he had anticipated—his power had no discernible flaws or weaknesses.

How could he let go of such a character?!

“Wu Jian,” Satan called hoarsely.

“Understood, understood,” Wujian replied as he stepped forward.

Yuan Bozhu’s retreat seemed to mislead Wu Jian, who thought he was scared.

“So you really can’t handle the mental type, can you?” Wu Jian said gently. “It’s fine; I’ll keep it within limits.”

Yuan Bozhu raised an eyebrow, feeling that the trouble he wished to avoid was only drawing nearer.

Such situations could become habitual.

“Are you sure?” Yuan Bozhu implied that Wu Jian should reconsider whether it was necessary to fight.

The backlash from a mental ability could be far worse than what Satan and Yan Fengyue had endured.

Wujian misinterpreted again, saying, “Don’t worry, I’m sure I won’t kill you.”

He then eagerly launched himself forward, confronting Yuan Bozhu amidst the remnants of the flames.

In the quiet air, Wu Jian’s laughter could be heard as he breathed.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Two minutes.

Satan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked quietly, “Wu Jian, why aren’t you making a move?”

However, when Satan looked up, he realized that Wu Jian’s expression had changed; the excitement and curiosity had vanished, replaced by genuine fear.

“I can’t find your consciousness core,” Wu Jian said, breaking out in a cold sweat.

The “consciousness core” was a term used by those with rare mental manipulation abilities.

In simple terms, if they could locate a person’s consciousness core, they could easily control or even destroy them.

But Yuan Bozhu had nothing.

Wu Jian’s breath caught for a moment as he swallowed hard.

“You have no fear, no anger, no hatred… you don’t even have desires. How is this possible?”

Yuan Bozhu did not answer his confusion.

Instead, at the moment Wu Jian seemed on the verge of a mental breakdown, he countered, “But you do.”

While Wu Jian couldn’t find Yuan Bozhu’s consciousness core, Yuan Bozhu could sense his every emotion.

In the next instant, Yuan Bozhu waved his hand, and dust filled the air, engulfing Wu Jian in a mist.

“What?!” Wu Jian’s voice suddenly stopped.

The meeting room lost Wu Jian’s shadow, leaving only Satan and Yuan Bozhu staring at each other.

Satan’s throat emitted an eerie, chuckling laugh as he once again produced the badge, presenting it to Yuan Bozhu as if it were an offering.

“Gabriel, I am ashamed for wanting to rate you as the only S+ in the entire galaxy just two minutes ago; I was being petty. A being like you doesn’t need any title. Soon, your name will echo around the world, and everyone will bow down to you!” He trembled with excitement.

“The Bureau is filled with faithless traitors who can give you nothing. But the Spider Domain is different. Whatever you want—whether it’s a lich spirit, an energy core, or something else—I can give it to you. Or do you want the authority to command the Spider Domain? Gabriel, as long as you desire it…”

But Yuan Bozhu expressionlessly took the badge from Satan’s hands without saying a word.

Just before stepping out of the meeting room, he remembered to remove the lich spirit from the badge.

In the next moment, the badge turned to ash and fell to the ground, leaving no trace.

Yuan Bozhu walked away without looking back.

Once he left, the mist surrounding Wu Jian suddenly dissipated.

Satan saw Wu Jian bleeding from all his orifices, collapsed on the ground, retching uncontrollably.

He thought there must have been some powerful monster hidden in Gabriel’s mist, and curiously asked Wu Jian what had happened during those minutes.

Wu Jian opened his mouth, pale-faced. “A few… minutes?”

He had clearly endured years in the hellish landscape of torment before finally facing his fears and escaping.

But Satan said that only a few minutes had passed?!

Yuan Bozhu had taken the lich spirit, and no one in the Spider Domain had stopped him.

This was the best outcome.

Satan was a shrewd madman; given a little time, he would surely realize the implications.

Gabriel already had such power.

If he allied with the human government, there would be no need to play games to obtain a lich spirit; he could directly uproot the Spider Domain’s stronghold.

There was no point in pondering this further.

Once he was completely away from the reef beach of the Nocturnal Island, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuan Bozhu’s fleeting figure disappeared under the moonlight.

By the time he reached the alley at the corner of the two streets in front of his neighborhood, he had unconsciously dropped his disguise and returned to his own appearance.

This way, even if Satan reacted, it would be too late.

From tonight onward, whatever happened in the underwater city of the Spider Domain, no matter how unbelievable, was open to speculation.

Because in this world, there would no longer be a person named Gabriel.

Before six o’clock, Yuan Wanjiao, who had been sleeping uneasily, woke up early.

She rubbed her eyes, her face pale and her steps weak as she stumbled out of the bedroom, intending to get a cup of hot water.

To her surprise, she found the kitchen light on.

“Ah zhu?”

Yuan Wanjiao glanced at the time in shock.

“You’re up so early?”

Yuan Bozhu handed her a cup of freshly boiled water and said, “I went for a morning run.”

“It’s gotten colder lately; make sure to wear more when you go out… cough, cough.”

Yuan Wanjiao took the cup slowly, sipping a bit of water, finding it somewhat difficult to swallow.

The separation from the lich spirit wouldn’t pose a life-threatening danger, but the binding talisman she had created consumed too much of her spiritual energy.

Coupled with her poor sleep lately, she was becoming increasingly weak.

“Go get some more sleep,” Yuan Bozhu said, zipping up his workout jacket, his gaze faint as he looked at her.

“Waking up is good enough.”

But Yuan Wanjiao smiled and replied, “It’s no use. I might be like this for the rest of my life. I might as well be like your brother and become useless—then you can support us.”

As Yuan Bozhu walked to the entryway to change his shoes, he casually replied, “Sure.”

Yuan Wanjiao laughed heartily, waiting until he left before slowly wiping the smile from her face, tiredly turning back to her room.

She wasn’t joking.

Without the lich spirit, her spiritual energy wouldn’t recover, and she might remain sickly for a lifetime.

That was the best-case scenario.

If Satan were cruel enough to destroy the lich spirit, she could very well slip into eternal sleep one night.

She sighed and quietly closed the door.

Just as she was about to pull back the covers and sleep again, a flash of light caught her eye.

Thinking she must have seen it wrong, she bent down to pick it up and examined it closely, pressing it to her heart to feel it.

It was indeed her lich spirit.

The lich spirit, imbued with witchcraft energy, was encased in a protective talisman, appearing right there on her bed.

Yuan Wanjiao covered her mouth, unable to believe it.

Her reaction was swift; she quickly reconnected the lich spirit back into her energy gland, afraid that if she hesitated even for a second, it might be taken away again.

As her abundant spiritual energy surged back, she jumped into bed, rolling around comfortably several times.

Once she fully regained her strength, she finally remembered to feel astonished.

Who could it be…?