The Cutest in the Galaxy Chapter 3

Yise’s spiritual energy swept discreetly across several directions.

The reporters trying to get close-up shots suddenly felt a stabbing pain in their brains. The pain and fear forced them to retreat before they could even approach.

The floral scent only lingered within a five-meter radius. For reporters who had already backed more than ten meters away, it was imperceptible. All the cameras captured was Su Cha’s smile.

At that moment, the reporters already had tomorrow’s headline in mind—

Smiling, He Lives On.

Su Cha carried himself well on stage, every step steady and composed.

Beside him, Yise noticed the scene and silently thought that with such strong psychological resilience, if the child weren’t physically weak, he’d make an excellent soldier.

“General Yise.”

A voice called out. A tall female doctor, who had been waiting for some time, stepped forward. Her hair was neatly coiled without a strand out of place, but she didn’t look old in the slightest. “Dr. Norton is dealing with a medical emergency. I’ll be handling the rest of the examination.”

No one knew how the leak happened, but at this point, it was widely assumed Su Cha had been a victim of human experimentation.

The female doctor wasn’t very old, but her professional skill was nearly on par with Dr. Norton.

Still squinting from the barrage of flashbulbs earlier, Su Cha realized he was now standing at a hospital entrance when he saw her white coat.

“We need to give you a full medical examination,” Yise said.

Su Cha cooperatively climbed the steps, standing just outside the revolving door.

Seeing this, the female doctor—who had prepared tranquilizers in case he went berserk—felt relieved. She reached out to pat the child on the head. Her stern face softened with a hint of praise. “You did very well.”

She didn’t show any particular reaction to the floral scent she could smell.

Su Cha felt a little dizzy from the praise. He had just walked up a few stairs—was that really worth complimenting?

They took a special access route, leading Su Cha to a very quiet examination room. The female doctor bent over and said, “We’ll start by drawing some blood.”

A blood test was an unavoidable part of a physical exam.

“It’s just for a routine check. Nothing else.”

Since the child had just been recovered, checking his health was only natural. Su Cha obediently held out his hand.

To distract him, the doctor switched topics after asking his name. “Do you remember how old you are this year?”

“Ten… thirteen,” he replied.

He had been in a daze for so long before waking up, he wasn’t sure of the exact time that had passed. He could only guess based on his instincts.

The blood draw was quick. Looking at the boy’s frail body—far too thin for his age—the doctor sighed softly and led him to get an MRI.

Along the way, Su Cha was captivated by the orderly busyness of the robots. One cleaning robot, which had eight mechanical arms, warned him: “Caution, slippery floor.”

Su Cha had traveled to many different worlds, but none as advanced as this one. He remembered once visiting a wasteland planet. According to the system, it had once been highly advanced, but its progress had gone too far—eventually leading to its downfall.

Lost in thought, they arrived at the testing room.

The female doctor wasn’t great at comforting patients. On Galan Star, parents typically just smacked uncooperative kids before handing them over to the doctor.

She had borrowed a robot from the psychology wing and activated its healing mode.

The robot flexed its stiff metallic arms in a silly bodybuilder pose.

“You can do it.”

“You’re the best.”

Amid these lines of encouragement, Su Cha laid down on the cold examination bed.

There were many tests to complete. During the process, the doctor somehow found a plush doll and placed it by Su Cha’s side. From brain scans to heart rate monitoring, the results came in quickly—while one test was being run, the previous results were already processed.

In the hallway, only Yise sat on a bench.

When the female doctor pushed open the exam room door, Yise asked: “How are the results?”

The female doctor furrowed her attractive brows. “Very normal. No brain damage.”

But it was too normal—that in itself felt abnormal. They had all encountered experimental subjects before. The live experiments had triggered special abilities, but their physical conditions were a mess.

“Based on current data, aside from being a bit physically weak, this child has no other issues.”

Hearing this, Yise tapped his finger on the bench, lost in thought.

The doctor instructed a robot to go fetch some fruit.

People on Galan Star didn’t place much emphasis on the pleasures of food. In the whole hospital, there was only a single small convenience store. The doctor returned to the examination room with the robot. Su Cha, sitting beside the machine, thought it was time for the next test and was about to stand up, but the doctor waved him down.

She handed him an apple and said, “Take a bite.”

A bite mark appeared on the apple.

The doctor asked, “What does it taste like?”

Wasn’t it just apple flavor? Su Cha answered carefully: “Sweet.”

The doctor then gave him a mandarin.

“A bit sour,” Su Cha replied honestly.

The doctor flipped through the examination report again but didn’t write down the results immediately. Adjusting the glasses on her nose bridge, she stepped outside and told Yise, “Taste perception is normal, too.”

The common taste degeneration seen in Galan Star citizens wasn’t present in Su Cha.

“There’s one more thing. About the floral scent around him—I attempted an elemental analysis, but the machines couldn’t detect anything.”

In other words, the floral scent might not be a mere physical aroma.

She was holding the plush doll Su Cha had clung to earlier. “The exams are finished. One final result will come in tomorrow. I need to do another element analysis.”

After she left, Yise looked into the exam room and casually asked the still-happily-munching Su Cha, “Tastes good?”

Su Cha nodded.

The apple was indeed excellent—sweet and crispy.

Just as he was enjoying it, a strange noise suddenly sounded near his ear. His shoulder flinched, and he instinctively touched his cheek.

“My tooth, my tooth…”

He checked the apple—no visible blood—and looked around for a mirror.

Because of his thin and weak physique, he fumbled a bit with everything. Seeing this, Yise—usually stone-faced—actually let the corners of his lips rise slightly. “Your tooth’s still there.”

After confirming he was fine, Su Cha began to look for the source of the strange noise. It seemed to have come from the room next door.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent room—

Inside a large transparent magical “cube,” a restrained individual had broken free from his bindings.

The boy, about fourteen or fifteen, had a bandaged right hand and wore a mechanical glove on his left hand, similar to Yise’s but white. The short hair was typical for kids on Galan Star, regardless of gender—it made fighting easier. His hair was slightly longer than average. His features were gentle, but deep in his gaze was a cold fierceness.

At this moment, that fierceness had fully awakened.

Although he had been injected with the latest D-32 serum, the doctors had underestimated his potential. The restraints that could hold a lion were nothing to him. Fortunately, the cube was made of special alloy; he couldn’t break it—yet. But his spirit form had already burst out.

The rampaging spirit form darted out of the room. Wherever it passed, the ferocious tiger acted like it was patrolling its territory, fiercely rejecting everything in its path. It existed in a semi-ethereal state, with pristine, gleaming fur. Right before attacking, it sensed a scent that made it feel unusually at ease.

Ignoring the violent aura approaching him, Yise calmly told Su Cha, “Close your eyes.”

Su Cha was about to ask why when he looked up—and met a pair of glowing, ferocious tiger eyes at the door.

There was no hunger in them, only an overwhelming intent to kill.

The tiger pounced. Its claws were as sharp as steel.

Oddly, it didn’t roar—suggesting the killing intent wasn’t particularly strong. Or rather, the killing intent wasn’t toward Su Cha.

Sensing that this was the source of the comforting scent, the white tiger immediately categorized Su Cha as its belonging—and prepared to take him away.

No breath of a living creature.

In the nick of time, just as Su Cha prepared to use his feeble demon power, he saw a lone wolf burst out of Yise’s body.

Like the tiger, it had no shadow under sunlight, no presence of life.

In the battle between beasts, the wolf quickly gained the upper hand.

Yise’s immense spiritual power surged into the adjacent room like a flood. The boy, who hadn’t yet fully awakened, quickly lost mobility—but his spirit form was abnormally stubborn, continuing to fight.

“Interesting.”

Yise didn’t glance back at the two battling beasts. Noticing Su Cha stepping back as if frightened, he changed the subject to distract him. “Have you ever thought about your future life?”

Recalling what the system had said—hundreds of square meters of bed, endless wardrobes, personal butlers—Su Cha, eyes still on the spirit forms, confessed honestly: “I want a simpler life.”

“The bed should be 1.8 meters.”

He paused. He was already being praised just for walking up hospital steps—would asking for such a narrow bed seem strange?

“Fine, I could accept a ten-meter one. But a hundred meters? No way.”

Ten meters was his absolute limit.

Yise raised an eyebrow.

Su Cha noticed and panicked—yep, he thinks I’m weird. Gotta go bigger.

“Wardrobes… one for each season? No—let’s go with a hundred walk-in closets.”

“A chef who can make every delicacy, different dishes every week. More robots at home. Ten butlers.”

A big house needed many butlers—one would be too overworked.

“Outside, there’ll be a sycamore-tree-lined avenue, and beyond that, the ocean.”

Under the suppression of spiritual power and the dispersal of medication, the white tiger had slowly retracted its claws. It didn’t leave right away. Its cat-like eyes, usually cold, were now filled with… surprise.

The tiger and the wolf both stared intently at Su Cha. As he continued his fantasy speech, the tiger’s eyes gradually widened in surprise while the wolf narrowed its gaze in amusement.

“In the morning, when I open my window, I want to see a hundred acres of blooming roses.”

At that moment, as the spirit form transmitted this information back to its master, the boy imprisoned inside the cube next door curled the corner of his mouth. The movement tugged at the wound under his bandage, and fresh blood seeped through again.

Where did this little pampered baby come from?