It is widely known that the Zoldyck family has a rule: "To build up poison resistance, one must consume poison daily."
I used to find this rule quite unscientific.
Consuming poison daily? Is resistance to poison that easily cultivated?
In any other setting, this behavior would clearly be a classic method of long-term "premeditated murder."
And to poison the little biscuits? The little biscuits would become unappetizing! No wonder there was a daily limit on the biscuits; they never gave me any extra. I thought it was to prevent me from spoiling my appetite!
Speaking of which, I've never felt any discomfort. I wonder if it's because this family is experienced and controls the dosage precisely, or perhaps it's because my character setting is actually very strong?
So, is it possible for me to defeat all the bosses in this world and end this game?
I'm, I'm a little excited.
However, the fact that the biscuits are poisoned does remind me that "using poison" is a good way to bypass differences in strength. It's a pity that the Zoldyck family's bosses all possess a "poison immunity" attribute, rendering poison completely ineffective against them. How foresightful of you, damn Zoldycks.
Aside from "using poison," I quickly thought of another scientific way to eliminate bosses: nuclear weapons.
"The Rose of Poor" is the world's most powerful nuclear weapon, but come to think of it, its explosion radius in the original work seems much smaller than that of nuclear bombs in the "real world." One probably wouldn't be enough to ensure nuclear peace for the Zoldycks.
Moreover, as humanity's ultimate weapon, controlled by all nations, obtaining one without anyone noticing would certainly be very difficult.
Thinking further, if even I can think of nuclear weapons, would the Zoldycks' enemies not also think of them?
And yet? The Zoldycks have been living peacefully on Kukuroo Mountain for centuries. A simple and crude method like nuclear weapons is most likely unfeasible, so let's discard it.
Defeating bosses with strength? The youngest boss, Silva, might have a chance, but the other two are old monsters, each stronger than the last. And I might not even get a chance to fight them one-on-one. Are you sure you're not joking?
Can I only use that? Time. Youth is my greatest advantage. I'll just wait until I outlive those two old monster bosses... at least one of them! And with my accumulated years of experience, I should be able to defeat the remaining bosses, right?
How long would that take? Despair.
It's fine, I'm only a little over one year old. You can't rush perfection, so I've decided to continue focusing on walking my bird.
The greatest joy of being mute is being able to blow my whistle with impunity. Since I'm mute, I can only use my whistle to communicate. Would you have the heart to blame me? Would you?
Whether you would or not, I am, after all, a reliable adult. I won't be as impolite as an unobservant brat.
With consideration for public etiquette, I went to the back mountain before starting to whistle.
One long note followed by one short note is the command for "come here."
The familiar sound of flapping wings approached. My caretaker, standing beside me, raised their arm adorned with a protective bracer, and the eagle landed on it, folding its wings.
Then, the caretaker knelt on one knee, allowing me to reach up and pet the eagle.
Wow, no matter how many times I do it, it feels so satisfying to pet it!
After a satisfying petting session, I, as usual, took out the meat slices I could feed it to help build our bond.
I originally wanted to give it a name, but I remembered I'm mute, so I wouldn't be able to call it by name, and thus abandoned the idea.
With its help in hunting, I confirmed that various small animals indeed have no HP bars. It should not have one either. Well, it's so cute, how could I possibly test if it has a HP bar!
Thanks to the Zoldyck family's genes, or perhaps their setting, although my intelligence hasn't changed, my body's hardware is in better condition than I expected, especially my memory, which is excellent. This makes learning most subjects quite fast.
And the Zoldyck's curriculum is also friendlier than I imagined. Apart from lip-reading and sign language courses specifically designed for me, the other classes are building blocks, playing with balls, molding clay, and scribbling—completely normal activities for toddlers. Is this too, too, too, too, too normal?!
"..." Only the poisoned biscuit in my pocket reminds me that I am indeed in the Zoldyck household.
Oh well, I'll take things as they come. I was constantly worried about the Zoldyck family's "interrogation training" setting mentioned in the original work.
Perhaps interrogation training hasn't started yet because I'm too young?
Or perhaps they pity me for being mute?
Who knows what they plan to do.
Being mute might be incredibly lucky. Maybe I won't even have to become an assassin!
It's a good thing Illumi was born promptly. I fervently hope they focus all those terrifying assassin courses on their eldest son, the promising Illumi. Then I can be a happy, mute child.
To thank Illumi, oh, no, for my dear brother Illumi's future great sacrifice, I sent all the dolls I didn't like in my room to his room, leaving only a few of the cutest animal plushies to sleep with me.
Kikyo, my "mother," expressed her support with great enthusiasm for my action of giving dolls to Illumi. "I'm so touched! This is how a sister should love her brother!"
If it weren't for my age preventing me from saying certain things, I would have told Kikyo: Illumi has a brilliant future as a professional assassin. Please train him to death! Pile all the assassin courses onto him!
"Moll, what have you drawn today?" Kikyo would sometimes look at my scribbles. "...The eagle again?"
Since I was told I could draw whatever I wanted, my first instinct was to draw my eagle. I love it the most.
"You like your father's gift so much? You even refuse to take off your whistle when you bathe. Mommy is a little jealous." Kikyo said, adding a touch of jealousy, "Moll, do you like Daddy more, or Mommy?"
Huh? This classic death question!
When divorcing, the answer to this question often determines which parent the child will be awarded to.
Under normal circumstances, some adults like to jokingly ask this question, usually not taking it too seriously.
"Moll?" Kikyo placed her hands on my shoulders, her tone adding a hint of pressure. This situation was neither the first nor the second scenario.
First and foremost, I definitely shouldn't say I like Daddy more.
Would answering neutrally that I like both make her happy? She might not be pleased.
If I tried to appease her by saying I like Mommy more? My lying skills aren't great, and I don't know what the consequences would be if she saw through me.
"..." I am truly grateful that I am mute. Silence is my most natural state.
"Moll." The green light displayed by Kikyo's electronic eye showed a tendency to turn red.
At this moment, Kikyo didn't seem to be asking her child "who she likes more," but rather interrogating a captive: "Who is your handler?"
She was terrifyingly serious. Even with the dialogue box blocking, I still got goosebumps.
Silva, I'm so scared. As the primary person involved in this death question, could you please make an appearance and save me?
After an indeterminate period of stalemate, Kikyo suddenly burst into laughter. "Is it hard to decide? So, you don't like Daddy more, which means you like us equally, right?"
Actually... I don't particularly "like" either of them. Silva is one of the bosses I plan to take down in the future.
In any case, my feelings for both of them are indeed not much different. I felt a sense of relief and slowly nodded.
"Good child." Kikyo seemed satisfied, her oppressive aura completely gone, and she picked me up. "However, you should still like Mommy the most. Because you are my child, never forget that."
"..." Okay, I'll make sure to draw other creatures in my future scribbles!