September 13, 2023.

  The weather on Mars is always like this. No matter winter, summer, spring or autumn, the sky is always gloomy and the sandstorm is also annoying.

  They have such great power, yet they are unwilling to conserve a little extra energy to improve the environment. Compared to those in their mouths, the most disgusting creatures in the universe - Earthlings - how much better can they be? Fragile, dirty, barbaric, primitive earthlings, they have already restored the environment of the earth in the past hundred years, and what are they doing now?

  Xiao, you must remember that half of the blood in your body comes from the weak, dirty, barbarous and primitive earthlings.

  Remember the surname 'Xiao', it's the only legacy that poor woman left you.

  Holmstrom, what's your connection with this 'noble' surname?

  Remember, Xiao, this is the only thing your mother left for you.

  Remember how she died twelve years ago today.

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  Nakht Holm emerged like a ghost from behind Shao. His pale, delicate face was twisted with rage, his perfect lips pursed into a sharp line. His golden hair, shining like sunlight, danced wildly around him like willow branches in a storm, as if blown by the turbulent spiritual energy emanating from him. Nakht Holm's three-meter-tall body seemed to float up due to the overflowing spiritual tempest. Bands of purple-blue mist, condensed from pure spiritual power and visible to the naked eye, swirled around his body. The spacious and clean room made of special alloy steel suddenly let out a hair-raising 'creak', as an invisible force churned in the air.

  Similarly tall and majestic, handsome to the point of being like a mythical elf prince, Xiao Ping quietly stored his diary on his personal quantum computer. He archived this diary in a folder called "Xiao's Diary", with a 1024-bit multi-password that was more than enough to safely keep his little thoughts.

  Of course, if Nackett Holswom really wanted to snoop on Xiao's diary, even if Xiao's password was a thousand times longer, it would be useless. However, as one of the big shots among the Roam people, Nackett Holswom wouldn't stoop so low. Even if he saw his own son venting his grievances in the diary with his own eyes today, due to the hypocritical nature of the Roam people, he would still pretend not to see these diaries!

  The resentment of a non-pure-blooded bastard is not worth Narkotik Holm's extra attention.

  Xiao stood up, facing the enormous mental pressure intentionally or unintentionally released by Nanquette Holm, and he strained his waist to stop it.

  Her skin was as white as freshly condensed sheep fat, her golden hair shone like Nectar Holstrom's, and her delicate features were 99% similar to Nectar Holstrom's. Young Xiao and the seemingly young Nectar Holstrom stood together, looking like a pair of twin brothers. However, Xiao's height of two meters twenty in front of Nectar Holstrom looked so slender, his dark and shiny eyes like black pearls seemed so piercing in Nectar Holstrom's eyes. Being nearly one-third shorter than pure-blooded Roam people and having this pair of pitch-black eyes that were impossible to appear on Roam people undoubtedly revealed Xiao's identity - a mixed-blood!

  For the Roam people, being a mixed-blood is an original sin in itself.

  Nan Ket Holm gazed down at his son with a somber face. The stubborn expression reminded him of that woman, the infuriating and headache-inducing woman!

  The pressure inside the room suddenly increased more than tenfold, and Nankurunaisa's golden eyes emitted an intense light that was impossible to look at directly.

  "My son, don't you want to show your father the respect he deserves?"

  Xiao's body was trembling, the enormous pressure causing his joints to emit a frightening creaking sound. Large beads of sweat seeped out from Xiao's pores, and his thin clothing quickly became soaked with sweat, forming a small puddle on the sleek alloy floor beneath his feet.

  But Xiao still stood straight!

  The pressure in the room increased again, and Nekket Holstrom let out an angry snort.

  The suddenly increased pressure had exceeded Xiao's limit, a faint blue glow seeped out of his body but was crushed by the massive pressure like an egg under an iron hammer. A thread of blood flowed from the corner of Xiao's mouth, he lowered his head and knelt down in despair at the feet of Naktet Holm. Naktet Holm nodded satisfactorily.

  "Dorcas Holm, no matter what, you are still the son of Nanket Holm. At least the noble blood from me is flowing in your body. So, I cannot let you go."

  Glancing around, Nekket Hohlstrom sneered with a cold smile, narrowing his eyes.

  Inside a spacious room over 100 meters long and more than 10 meters high, all sorts of delicate machine tools are densely packed. Countless mechanical drawings are scattered all over the floor in a mess. Between the machine tools and drawings are piles of metal components, from ordinary screws and nuts to complex giant photon circuit boards that would drive an ordinary person crazy. Countless mechanical parts are mixed together in a mess, emitting a pungent smell that makes one cover their nose. Amidst this chaotic mess of metal objects, it is barely possible to find the remains of a single bed, but on that broken-legged bed now lies a half-finished armed robot shaped like a skull.

  Nate Holcomb stomped his foot on Shaw's shoulder and shook his head in disdain.

  "Learn from those few brothers of yours, even the weakest among them has a strength that surpasses yours by more than a hundred times!"

  With a heavy sigh, Nekhet Hotep strained to pull his facial muscles into a benevolent smile.

  "Although you are a humble half-breed, after all, the noble blood of our Holstrom family is flowing in your body, so you shouldn't be so weak!"

  "Remember your identity, you are a member of the Holstrom family - of course, you can't be a core member of the Holstrom family - but you barely qualify as a member of our family. So this lowly mechanical design work is not suitable for you, grasp the source of power, grasp great power, grasp the power to dominate those inferior creatures, that's what you should do! Fiddling with these metal things? Great Black Hole God above, you're really bringing shame to the Holstrom family!"

  He lay on the ground, his eyes wandering aimlessly at a piece of paper pressed under his body, and he didn't take Nektar Holzmann's words to heart at all.

  Nackett Holwurm, however, grew more and more delighted as he began to recount the glories of his family from his father to his grandfather, from his grandfather to his great-grandfather, from his great-grandfather to even older ancestors, looking like he was about to recite the entire Holwurm genealogy which had been going on for who knows how many centuries.

  As the minutes and seconds ticked away, when Nekhet Hotep finished his reminiscence of his seventeenth-generation ancestor, he finally turned to the purpose of his visit today.

  "The honor of the Holum family cannot be sullied by you, and since your inferior mixed-blood has not produced any genetic excellence, you are a waste. As a waste, you are still a waste of the Holum family, and studying these primitive, outdated mechanical bodies is truly a shame to the entire family."

  "So, your family is giving you a last chance. If you can get through this trial, you will gain the recognition of your family and become a true core member."

  Nakht Holm raised his head, proclaiming in a voice that blessed the faithful: "In three months' time, you will enter the temple for the Christic fusion ritual."

  Xiao was already in a daze, his entire mind focused on calculating the minute changes on the blueprint, he didn't react at all to Nacole Holstrom's words.

  Nan Ge Er finally realized that his family's glorious history had been completely ruined, and in a fit of rage, he kicked Xiao flying more than ten meters away.

  Xiao's head crashed into a pile of metal parts, and a sharp alloy war knife cut a deep gash on his face, with bright red blood spurting out like a fountain.

  Nanook looked at the blood spouting from Shaw with disgust.

  "Damn it, red blood! This is the most disgusting liquid in the world!"

  With a wave of his hand, a blue light shone on Xiao's body, and Nan Ke Te turned around and left Xiao's room.

  "Remember, in three months' time, you will undergo the Cristo fusion ceremony!"

  The blue light stopped the bleeding on Xiao's face, but it only stopped the bleeding. The wound on Xiao's face showed no signs of healing - Xiao knew that Nekt Holstrom could make his wounds heal instantly, but how could the noble Holstrom family's current head possibly spare more effort on a lowly, sinful mixed-blood?

  He lay on the ground, sticking out his tongue to lick the fresh blood flowing from him.

  Bright red, scalding blood.

  He opened his diary document and wrote down new words.

  "Today I saw the color of my own blood - my blood is red!"

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  "Okay, one more chapter today....."

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