I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 220: Return to the Game World

In the highest place of the Freedom Alliance—Sky Cliff, there exists a Paradise untouched by the outside world.

The steep peaks almost pierce the clouds, and below the cliffs, waves constantly crash against the rock faces.

The first sense to return was hearing, with the silence around her ears gradually giving way to the crisp and pleasant chirping of birds.

Slim fingertips twitched slightly.

Qiao Suisui slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the light.

What she saw first was a huge domed glass cover, and as her gaze shifted to her surroundings, she found herself amid a field of blooming, delicate Moonlight Flowers, creating an ocean of pink and white. These Moonlight Flowers were not growing directly from the ground, but had been transplanted into pots, surviving by some unknown means.

She propped herself up, still adjusting to control over her body, feeling all her muscles stiff and the blood in her veins cold.

Her pale, delicate feet stepped onto the soft carpet as she tried to walk a few steps, gradually regaining her balance. Only then did she turn back to survey the place and realized she had been lying in a Crystal Coffin.

Meanwhile, at the Capital’s relay station of the Freedom Alliance.

Seven or eight stalwart Beastmen stood guard outside the door.

In the room, Zong Fang’s expressionless face was downcast. Sitting across from him was a man whose temples were now gray with age, none other than Zong Yan.

"Thirteen years have passed, how long will you continue like this? Come back with me."

"Impossible," Zong Fang replied emotionlessly, his voice devoid of any fluctuation.

Zong Yan was holding a cane, gripping it tightly. He had deliberately dressed down today, hiding his identity, all to persuade Zong Fang to return to the Federation personally.

Hearing him say this, Zong Yan forcefully planted his cane on the ground, his whole body exuding authority, "If you don’t return, who will take over my duties?"

Zong Fang glanced indifferently at the youth standing behind Zong Yan and answered, "Josiah."

The young boy stiffened at the mention of his name, glaring at Zong Fang with resentment.

"He’s still a child, and aside from not having been present as parents, you’re also shirking the responsibilities you should be taking on. Handing them off to your son, how can you even say that!" Zong Yan’s brows furrowed deeply, his worry lines becoming even more pronounced as he thundered. "What kind of father are you?"

Zong Fang sneered, staring at Zong Yan and said, word by word, "Anyone can question me about this, anyone but you!"

Zong Yan’s expression froze, and he turned his head away in silence.

In the days after Qiao Suisui had left, if Zong Yan hadn’t forcibly imposed a restriction on him that prevented him from seeking death, Zong Fang wouldn’t have suffered to this day. Zong Fang hated him for valuing the prosperity of the family above all else, forcing even his own life to be clenched tightly in his hands.

"I know her departure has been hard for you, but for the sake of the children, shouldn’t you..."

"I can’t," Zong Fang interrupted before the other could finish, "All I want is Qiaoqiao, without her, nothing matters."

Josiah bowed his head, hearing the cruel truth from his father’s lips, he couldn’t help but clench his fists, holding back the sorrow in his heart. He was still just a young lad, his eyes reddening as he fought back tears.

He hated his own weakness; hadn’t he always known that his father didn’t like them?

He and his siblings had lived with their grandfather in the Federation, receiving the finest education and resources from an early age. He would never forget the night his father arrived, drenched, at their grandfather’s doorstep, personally delivering eleven of his brothers and sisters. He suppressed his excitement, wanting to show his father his schoolwork, only to be met with an indifferent gaze and nothing more, not a single word.

Josiah couldn’t accept it; he studied hard and trained rigorously, ate well every day, took care of his younger brothers and sisters... all to show his father he was his finest child.

But his father didn’t care at all.

He only loved their mother.

Why?

What about himself? What about his other brothers and sisters? Who would love them?

Grandpa said Mom would never wake up again, telling him not to be sad, as a person destined for greatness should not be entangled by such trifles. Otherwise, he would end up a failure like his father.

He agreed, but as soon as he returned to his room, he hid and wept.

Mom would never wake up again... It wasn’t a small matter at all...

Every night before they went to sleep, Qiao Zong and Qiao Li asked him when Mom would come back, and he didn’t know how to explain to them.

So, one day he secretly ran away to the Auslan Empire. He had overheard Grandpa talking to the Secretary-General, saying that his father was there, guarding Mom. He wanted to see Mom, to know what she looked like, whether her scent was nice, and if her hands were as soft as Qiao Wei imagined.

Josiah approached the ancient castle full of hope, sneaked into the top floor and, to avoid detection, he slithered into the inner chamber in his Beast Form. But just as he was about to get close to Mom, he got bitten on the neck.

He was so scared he didn’t dare to move, but then he became ecstatic.

It was Dad! freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Dad’s Beast Form looked so cool!

He too wanted to have scales that were as hard and sharp!

But Dad almost immediately changed back into human form, grabbed him by the neck, and threw him out of the window, leaving him stranded in the tree branches.

Josiah yelled discontentedly, "I want to see Mom! Who are you to stop me?"

"Mom is scared of snakes."

Josiah was dumbfounded. "Aren’t you a snake too?"

"Not including me."

He watched as the man left without a backward glance, showing his fangs furiously at him, but ultimately slithered away helplessly.

He knew he didn’t have the strength to defeat his father right now.

Josiah swore in his heart that he would surpass his father one day.

Afterwards, he trained and studied even harder, and after some time, he finally became one of the best among his peers. He thought that when he saw his father today, he would be seen in a new light, but who knew he was actually nothing at all. In his father’s eyes, there was only a dismissive ’meaningless’.

At that moment, Zong Fang saw Josiah with his head down all the time, the young boy’s body trembling as he tried hard to hold back tears. Zong Fang lowered his eyes slightly, feeling somewhat relieved.

Being conscious of controlling emotions, very good.

He then withdrew his gaze indifferently and said to Zong Yan, "Josiah still needs more experience."

With that, he got up and left directly.

Zong Fang usually never left Sky Cliff, and he had already been delayed here for a while to see Josiah. Now, he just wanted to rush back. Passing by a square, he saw a peddler selling some trinkets characteristic of the Freedom Alliance. He slowed down and bought one of each item.

When Zong Fang returned to Sky Cliff, the setting sun hung low, and the sky was dyed a purplish hue by the evening clouds, turning into a picturesque scroll.

Carrying the items in his hand as usual, he walked towards the glass room. But the moment he entered, the whole bag of items scattered on the floor, and an expression of panic crossed his usually impassive face.

He stared at the empty Crystal Coffin, as if his blood had begun to flow backward.

Zong Fang felt as though his heart had been firmly grabbed by an invisible hand, his breath stopped instantly, and it seemed like the whole world had collapsed with a thunderous roar beside his ears. His mind was a mess, his thoughts torn apart and unable to focus.

He stood there, his legs as heavy as if they were filled with lead, unable to take another step. It was as if he had returned to the days he lost her, a deep fear and despair swiftly spreading in the bottom of his heart, with his hands slightly trembling.