With a crisp CRACK, a web of warm golden light split the pitch-black slave-brand carved into the First Executioner Commander’s forehead.
Across the ten-mile clover lawn, ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine burly soldiers stood frozen in their handwashing lines, staring at their veteran officer.
The Commander did not even notice the golden light glowing between his eyebrows. Holding the porcelain bowl of steaming egg-drop soup in his left hand and the five sizzling cumin mutton skewers in his right, he chewed slowly. The crispy, charred lamb tail fat melted across his tongue alongside roasted highland cumin, crushed garlic, and a pinch of coarse rock salt.
As he swallowed that first warm bite, the food slid down his throat and dropped straight into a dantian that had been frozen by three million years of bitter black Forget-Your-Parents Ink.
[SUPER DAD & PLOT-BREAKER SYSTEM — CULINARY LAW ACTIVATED!]
[Dish Consumed: Rank 9 Flaw-Free Cumin & Garlic Mutton Skewer + Auntie Qin’s Home-Style Egg-Drop Soup.]
[Special Rule: 100% Flaw-Free Home Cooking Purges All Artificial Brainwashing, Soul-Slavery & Memory Locks!]
HISSSSSS—CHIME!
