Chapter 326: Child of the Gambling God

Mo Yu's appearance and those cryptic words were like a stone cast into a calm heart-lake, sending ripples through Su Wenqian's mind. Those bizarre dreams, once exposed, were no longer mere pregnancy-induced disturbances—they now carried an air of mystery, even unease.

She told Lei Dong about Mo Yu's appearance and his words. Lei Dong took it seriously and immediately mobilized the Base's top medical and spiritual experts to conduct a full examination of Su Wenqian. The results showed everything was normal: the fetus was developing healthily, and Su Wenqian's Spirit was even more active and stable than before pregnancy—except for a new, unanalyzable, gentle yet vast energy field, tightly bound to the fetus.

This energy field was neither a curse nor a threat; it seemed more like… nurturing and protecting.

"It seems Mr. Mo Yu is not an enemy," Lei Dong concluded, though his brow remained furrowed. "But his talk of 'dropping the piece' and 'luck'… likely touches on levels we still cannot comprehend."

He looked at Su Wenqian, his tone solemn: "Wenqian, your most important task now is to keep your mind calm and rest well. No matter how special this child may be, he or she is our child, the future of the New Era. We will spare no effort to protect you both."

Su Wenqian nodded, stroking her abdomen, feeling the fetal movements within, her gaze regaining its firmness and tenderness. No matter what the future held, as a mother, she would give everything.

Days continued to pass amid tension and anticipation. The Base's various undertakings flourished; the keel of the Deep Space Mothership had been fully laid, and its massive hull began to take shape in the dedicated shipyard, a magnificent sight.

Xia Wan's power grew steadily sharper, and her command over the Tiankong Guardian's authority became more refined. Occasionally, she attempted to communicate with Qin Feng, seeking guidance on cosmic laws and high-dimensional energy manipulation. Though Qin Feng remained terse, he did not withhold his insights, granting her profound gains.

That day, Xia Wan had just finished her brief exchange with Qin Feng and stepped out of the Quiet Chamber, heading for the training ground. As she passed through a transparent corridor connecting different zones, she saw Mo Yu again.

This time, he was not alone. He stood at the corridor's edge, gazing down at the vast, mountain-like construction site of the Mother Ship. At his feet floated a child—no more than two or three years old, plump and doll-like, dressed in a tiny red belly-band.

The child was round and rosy, a tiny topknot on his head, clutching a dice larger than his head, glowing with seven-colored luster, blinking his dark, round eyes with curiosity at the busy engineering robots below.

Whose child is this? Why is he with Mo Yu? Xia Wan wondered. Though some Base staff had children, they were strictly confined to living quarters—impossible to reach this core zone, let alone associate with someone as mysterious as Mo Yu.

As if sensing Xia Wan's gaze, Mo Yu turned his head, his face still wearing that carefree grin: "Oh? Little Guardian, you've arrived just in time."

The chubby child turned too, saw Xia Wan, and showed no fear—his toothless mouth split into a guileless smile as he mumbled: "Jie… jie…" His voice was soft, carrying an inexplicable warmth.

Xia Wan stepped closer, sensing more clearly the aura radiating from the child—pure, serene, yet subtly linked to some grand, fundamental law of "probability" and "luck." The seven-colored dice in his arms emitted a strange power that twisted reality and guided causality.

"Mr. Mo Yu, who is this…?" Xia Wan asked, puzzled.

Mo Yu reached out and ruffled the child's topknot, his tone tinged with pride and a hint of exasperation: "My son. His nickname… uh, let's call him 'Xiao Bao.'"

Son…?

Xia Wan stared at Mo Yu, then at the chubby child clutching the dice, his expression endearing. Mo Yu looked young and handsome—how could he have such a big son? And this child's aura…

As if sensing her confusion, Mo Yu smirked: "Don't look at me like that. I didn't give birth to him. It's more like… a stroke of fate. I found him—or rather, he found me."

He pointed to the seven-colored dice in Xiao Bao's arms: "See that? The Fate Dice—a fragment of probability's manifestation from the dawn of the universe. This little fellow is its spirit. He'd been asleep for who knows how long. Recently, I found him in a collapsing secondary dimension. When he woke up, he latched onto me and insisted on making me his father."

Spirit? Manifestation of probability? Xia Wan's mind reeled. This origin was terrifying!

"So," Mo Yu sighed, though his face showed no distress, "I'm officially… a family man now."

Xiao Bao seemed to understand his father's words. He hugged the dice tightly and nodded vigorously, babbling: "Dad! Bao… good!"

Mo Yu chuckled, pinching his chubby cheek: "Yes, yes, you're good—you're just too 'good.' Wherever you go, miracles happen."

He turned to Xia Wan and explained: "This little fellow is the embodiment of probability. His unconscious energy greatly influences surrounding 'luck.' The good kind—like stumbling upon fragments of ancient divine artifacts, or winning the lottery with a single ticket. The bad kind—like walking down the street and getting struck by a meteor, or an enemy's meticulously planned attack missing wildly and backfiring on them…"

Xia Wan instantly understood! So when Mo Yu said earlier, "My luck is good," it wasn't just boasting—he likely owed it largely to this "Child of Probability"!

Having such a being was like carrying a causality weapon on one's person!

"So what about him now…" Xia Wan hesitated, looking at the harmless Xiao Bao. Having such a walking "luck bomb" inside the Base…

"Don't worry, I'm watching him," Mo Yu waved a hand. "Most of the time he can control it. He only occasionally triggers… minor incidents. And with me around, bad luck rarely lands on our people."

As if on cue, below in the Mother Ship construction site, a heavy crane lifting a massive alloy component suddenly emitted a grinding, jammed gear noise—then the multi-ton component slipped free and plummeted toward a cluster of delicate instruments!

Workers screamed!

At that critical moment, the falling component's trajectory seemed gently nudged by an invisible hand—bizarrely, defying physics, it veered slightly, grazing the edge of the instruments before crashing heavily onto empty ground, unleashing a deafening boom and a cloud of dust—yet miraculously causing no injuries or damage to vital equipment!

The scene fell silent, then erupted in relief.

On the corridor, Xiao Bao seemed startled by the crash. He shrank behind Mo Yu, the dice in his arms flickering faintly.

Mo Yu sighed, rubbing his forehead: "See? Just like that. At least this time it was a good deviation."

Xia Wan stared at the near-disaster below, then at the chubby child clutching the dice, his expression innocent. A sense of absurdity filled her.

Child of the Gambling God…

No—this was practically the biological son of the God of Causality!

With him around, the Base's days would surely be filled with all manner of unexpected "surprises."

Mo Yu picked up Xiao Bao and sat him on his shoulders, smiling at Xia Wan: "Alright, I won't disturb you. I'll take this kid somewhere else—see if we can 'accidentally' find something nice."

With that, he hummed a tuneless little melody, carrying the giggling Xiao Bao on his shoulder, stepped forward—and vanished from the corridor.

Xia Wan stood still, replaying what she'd just witnessed. The world felt stranger, more bizarre—and increasingly… fascinating.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts, and continued toward the training ground.

No matter how the outside world changed, enhancing one's own strength remained the foundation for facing everything.