Chapter 1 — Translating the Book into the Mother of the Three Villains

I've crossed the book and become the biological mother of three future great villains. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw sparks flying in the living room. My eldest son, Co Thua An, five years old, was holding an iron chopstick and poking it into the electrical outlet, happily playing. There was a burning smell in the kitchen, the four-year-old second son - Co Thua Binh - was tiptoeing, using a lighter to light the gas stove, the small flame in his hand like an obedient pet. And in the bedroom, the three-year-old youngest daughter - Co An An - was lying face down on the floor, using her small milk bottle to feed a suspicious green liquid to a glowing mushroom of unknown origin. In the original story, of these three children, one later became a hacker king manipulating the global power grid, one became a black ops boss wielding strange fire, and one became a mad scientist spreading superbugs all over the world. As for me - their cruel biological mother - in the end, the three of them teamed up... to make me a biological specimen. I trembled as I held the phone and quietly called the hotline of the National Special Talents Crisis Management Center.

"Hello, hello, I want to report. I discovered three wild... individuals, suspected to be high-level supernatural beings."

These kids are too difficult to teach, so let's leave them to the country.

1

The other end of the line was silent for ten seconds.

“Miss, can you repeat that again? What did you find?”

The operator's voice carried professionalism, but still could not hide his confusion. I took a deep breath, hid behind the wall, lowered my voice, my tone was intense and serious:

"I said, in my house there are three wild superpowers! One plays with electricity, one plays with fire, one... might be researching biological weapons! The address is: Apartment 301, building 17, Lan Dinh area, Tinh Hai city. Quickly send someone! Before they blow up the whole house!"

“Miss, please stay calm, don't joke. Is today April Fool's Day?”

"I can't calm down! My son is constantly jumping between the boundaries of electrocuting himself, burning himself to death, and poisoning the whole family! If you don't come, next time it might just be me and the neighbors who come to clean up the bodies!"

I almost shouted out loud. Perhaps because the desperation in my voice was too real, the other party's attitude immediately changed:

"Understood, ma'am! We will verify the information immediately! Please ensure your safety, stay away from the 'target' you mentioned. We will arrive as quickly as possible!"

After hanging up the phone, I sat down limply on the floor, my heart beating like a drum. In the living room, Co Thua An's eldest son seemed to have lost interest in the socket and turned his head to look at me. Its eyes were too deep, completely unlike the eyes of a five-year-old child.

“Mom, who did you just call?”

I shivered, trying to force a smile that was even more ugly than crying: "No... nothing, just a marketing call." It didn't say anything, just stared at me, then slowly raised its iron chopsticks, pointing towards the chandelier on the ceiling.

“Whoosh ——”

A slight echo. The brand new crystal chandelier flashed twice, then turned off. The entire living room immediately fell into darkness. Me: “……” Save my life! Hey nation! Are your tanks and artillery ready?! This kid has already started practicing EMP (electromagnetic pulse)!

2

Less than ten Five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Not the usual “ding-dong” sound of the neighborhood police bell, but three heavy, echoing knocks – “knock, knock, knock.” I scrambled up and ran to the door. Looking through my cat's eyes, I saw two men wearing black robes with serious expressions outside. On their collars they wore a silver badge shaped like a shield and a lightning bolt - I had never seen one before. It's them! The nation is finally here! I was so emotional that my hands were shaking and I immediately opened the door.

"Finally, you guys are here! Quick! They're inside!"

I pointed inside the house, like a heroic citizen who had just discovered terrorism. The man in the lead, codename "Thuong Ung", glanced at me with sharp eyes, then glanced inside the house. His teammate, codename "Huyen Vu", immediately took out a tablet, and on the screen quickly appeared detailed information about our whole family.

"Lam Van, 28 years old, unemployed. Eldest son Co Thua An, 5 years old. Second son Co Thua Binh, 4 years old. Youngest daughter Co An An, 3 years old. Husband - Co Vien... died during an interstellar exploration mission three years ago, and was posthumously awarded the title of national martyr."

Thuong Ung's expression softened a bit and nodded at me:

"Ms. Lam Van, we are from the National Special Talent Strategic Support Department. I am the action team leader - Thuong Ung. Please explain the situation in detail."