Blood Nemesis-Chapter 110: Cookie

As he pressed the doorbell, his hand trembled. An inexplicable tension gripped him.

*Ding Ring*

He heard the bell reverberate inside. Through the glass windows, he saw shadows move. His already tense body stiffened further.

Usually, Oliver feared nothing. But that usual fearlessness had long vanished, replaced by a palpable sense of worry.

Why was he so concerned about going to his friend’s house?

Obviously, because they didn’t know each other yet, Oliver was unsure how to act around his friend and their family. His confidence was slowly waning.

But before he could fall into the trap of second-guessing, the door in front of him opened. And he was greeted by a bizarre sight.

Oliver looked straight forward when the door opened.

"Huh?"

But there was no one on the other side.

Then, he slowly tilted his head to look down.

’Huh!’

There he saw the bizarre sight. A child, not over five years old, was sitting on a husky, looking straight at him.

"Uncle, who are you?"

The toddler asked while cutely tilting her head in confusion. Apparently, Oliver was not the person she was expecting. The round, beady eyes of her squinted, and the chubby soft cheeks of her pouted, revealing her dissatisfaction.

"Hm...Me?"

Oliver was shocked. So, he couldn’t speak properly.

"Humph..."

The child snorted and pouted again. She was not satisfied with his reaction.

"Uncle, did you see my uncle?" She asked again.

Although Oliver was perplexed by the situation, he replied.

"I didn’t..."

"Okay."

The child replied, her mood swinging to a new low. And before he could react, she pushed on the door with the help of the husky and closed it.

*Creak* *Thump*

"Wait..."

Oliver’s voice was drowned out by the voice of the door closing.

This was a situation was something he never expected.

At least, he thought he would be able to enter the house, drink some tea, and talk with them before being kicked out. But the cute munchkin that just appeared out of nowhere closed the door on his face without even waiting to hear what he had to say.

Even then, there was nothing he could complain about. What else could he expect from a child?

In his opinion, the child did exactly what it should have. It saw a stranger and closed the door on his face. It would have been better if she hadn’t opened the door at all.

Oliver took a deep breath after the child disappeared and rang the doorbell again.

"Amy, didn’t you open the door just now?"

Suddenly, a voice asked loudly to the child who was playing with the door.

"Wasn’t it your uncle?"

"I did, but it was not uncle."

The child mumbled while grabbing onto the fur of the dog, asking it to ride forward.

Oliver couldn’t see any of it, but he heard the conversation happening inside clearly. They were not trying to hide it.

"Does that mean someone else is out there?" The woman’s voice asked.

"Hmm."

The child hummed in affirmation.

Realising it was his cue, Oliver rang the bell again, signalling that he was waiting outside.

Fortunately, the woman quickly came and opened the door.

"Hello, sorry for that." She said, opening the door.

"No problem," Oliver replied.

His voice was gentle, taking no offence at the brief delay.

When the door was fully open, Oliver saw a woman who was in her twenties, wearing simple clothes. Just as he observed her, she was also observing him. Then something clicked in her mind.

"The golden..." She muttered.

Oliver didn’t have to hear it completely to know what she was saying.

’It seems she recognizes me,’ Oliver thought. ’Come to think of it, I was briefly quite well-known.’

Oliver thought about the time after the gate break incident. At that time, his photo was plastered all across social media, lifting him to the status of some kind of great hero. Although his subsequent interview had quickly diminished that fame, he knew many people might still recognize him.

"Yes, that’s me." Oliver smiled and replied.

Though fame had its caveats, it came in useful when he had to introduce himself to new people. So, Oliver intended to leverage it as much as possible.

"Is this Dr Sathyamorthi’s house?"

"Yes."

Meanwhile, the child Oliver had seen earlier, the one that rode the dog like a small horse, appeared beside the woman, gazing up with curiosity, listening to them speak.

"Is he home?"

Oliver asked with his most pleasant smile.

"Hm... Father isn’t here right now. He went out to meet someone," the woman said. Then, after a brief pause, she added, "I can give him a call..."

"Oh, it would be nice if you could."

"What should I tell him?"

"You can say that I am here to talk about a new business." Oliver clarified.

"Okay, then come inside. You can wait for him inside."

"Ah! Thank you."

Shortly after, Oliver was invited into the house. His identity as a hero helped greatly this time. If it had been the past, he would have been kicked out of any place he dared to venture into. Well, truth to be told, he deserved to be kicked out during that time. After all, he was a walking signpost of misfortune and danger. Who would want a person like that in their house?

Then he was given a tea and some snacks. It was the normal way they treated guests.

However, even when that all happened, he could see the mutt and the munchkin staring at him, not even taking a second to blink. Somehow, they were doing a staring contest by looking at him. Oliver felt a little self-conscious when he saw the two pairs of beady eyes drilling into his body. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

The kid was Root’s niece. The woman he met was his elder sister. There was one more person inside the house, his mother. But she was busy with something, so they hadn’t talked yet.

*Stare*

*Stare*

Oliver sat on the sofa, looking around the house.

The house was big, with plenty of space inside. To the left of the sofa he was sitting on was a wall filled with all kinds of trophies for academic excellence. Most of it had the name ’Ajay’ engraved on it.

Ajay was Root’s real name.

The rest had the name Arya written on them. Arya was Root’s sister. The woman he met a few seconds ago.

*Stare*

*Stare*

Both siblings were high-functioning individuals who shone academically. However, Arya was not superhuman like her sibling.

’Now that I think about it, Root said he hid his abilities from his parents during this time. So, no one except me knows that he was a superhuman.’

’Hi hi hi... That is great.’

Oliver smiled.

Immediately, the stare intensified.

*Stare*

*Stare*

The munchkin was teary-eyed, and yet didn’t stop staring at him.

"You can blink." Finally, Oliver acknowledged the kid’s intimidation and said. He didn’t want the kid to cry.

As if all her hardwork paid off, the kid smiled and closed in on Oliver, still sitting on top of the dog. The dog moved perfectly according to her will and walked two step forward, nearing Oliver’s legs.

"Did you come here to eat my snacks?"

With red eyes, she accused Oliver, who was eating the snacks placed before him.

’So, it was all about the snacks...’

Oliver finally understood why the kid was staring at him. She didn’t care about him at all, but she cared a lot about the snacks he was eating.

’If that’s how she wants to play...’

Oliver widened his eyes, acting shocked as if he were a thief who was caught red-handed.

"How did you know?"

He said as if the biggest secret in his life had been revealed.

"How did you know that I was an SD-800?"

The kid was perplexed by the sudden question. Her eyes darted around the place, asking for help. But there was no one in the hall except the two of them. And the dog she was sitting on was not smart enough to give her an answer.

"SD-800...?" She muttered dazedly.

"Yes, SD-800. It means Snack Destroyer - 800. The number 800 means I can eat that many snacks in one sitting. It didn’t matter if it was cookies, ice cream, or chocolate. I can eat and destroy it all. Ha hahah. No snacks can hide from me. Ha ha ha..."

The evil laugh at the end sold the lie. The kid who didn’t know what 800 meant began to tear up. The chubby cheeks pouted, her lips curled inwards, she was about to bawl her eyes out.

At that moment, Oliver realised he had messed up.

Although it was just a joke to him, the kid took it seriously. He panicked.

"Eh! I was joking, kid. Don’t cry... I am not here for your snack. Here, you can have it."

Oliver said to defuse the situation and slid the plate of cookies placed in front of him towards the kid.

Immediately, the kid who was about to cry smiled. She wiped of the tears the welled up and happily took a cookie to eat.

’Did I get scammed?’ Oliver wondered, gazing at the munchkin who was enjoying the cookies, both hand holding one.