Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 276: Dangerous abilities

While Ethan and the others were busy trying to find a way to feed the babies, Little Mia, on the other hand, was facing a problem of her own—her pet, Mimi, was acting strangely.

Mimi kept shaking her butt around her legs, trying to get her attention.

At first, Little Mia thought Mimi was just restless, like the other animals outside, but then the cat suddenly screeched sharply, sounding completely annoyed.

"Meow~ meowwww~ meow!"

’Master, give me that pouch. I want to give it to the little master.’

"What are you doing? Are you webelling too? Mimi, what happened to you? Why are you twying to bite me?"

Little Mia asked in confusion, dodging her pet’s persistent attempts to reach her waist.

"Meow~ meow~ meowww~~~!"

’Stop running, master. I just want the pouch.’

But Little Mia couldn’t understand her pet’s frantic meowing at all. Instead, she thought Mimi was attacking her and ran even faster, trying to escape.

"Grandpa! Help me! Mimi is acting cwazy—she wants to bite me!"

She was on the verge of tears, terrified that her beloved Mimi had suddenly turned wild.

Hearing her panicked cry, everyone paused and turned toward the chaotic scene—Little Mia running in circles while Mimi chased her determinedly.

"Mimi, behave! Stop right there—you’re scaring Little Mia," Grandpa Caldwell scolded firmly, worried the cat might actually pounce on his granddaughter.

But instead of stopping, Mimi grew even bolder and leaped to the side, attempting to corner Little Mia.

Seeing this, Ethan was about to use his ability to restrain the cat when Baby Finn suddenly cried even louder, distracting everyone.

"Waaaa~ Waaaaa~~!"

His pitiful wailing made it sound as if the whole world were bullying him.

Outside, the animals suddenly roared in unison, as though someone had provoked their master.

The thunderous echo startled everyone, and the normally gentle creatures now sounded strangely aggressive.

Well, the zoo they had built inside Paradise was filled with preserved animals they had collected before the apocalypse—tigers, lions, monkeys, and many more.

Those animals usually lived in harmony, turning the place into a favorite spot for the kids whenever they wanted to play. But today, they were suddenly aggressive, their roars shaking the area.

Little Mia froze in fear, startled by the noise. She stumbled backward and fell, giving Mimi the perfect chance to catch her.

Grandpa Caldwell rushed forward with Baby Finn in his arms. "Mimi, no—stop!"

But Mimi completely ignored him. She jumped onto Little Mia’s stomach triumphantly—not to attack her, but to reach into her tiny pocket.

With a quick bite, she yanked out the small pouch and then ran over to Grandpa Caldwell, dropping it proudly at his feet.

Everyone stared at her in confusion.

"Meow~ meow~~"

’Take it, old master. The baby wants it.’

"This..." Grandpa Caldwell muttered, baffled by the pouched beneath his feet.

He couldn’t bend down to look for the pouch since Baby Finn was still crying miserably, so Ethan simply used his ability to bring it to his hand.

But before opening it, he helped Little Mia stand up first.

She was furious at Mimi’s prank, completely forgetting about her precious pouch.

Inside it was something she had planned to show her friends once they woke up. She had kept it carefully hidden—even though it was tempting, she hadn’t eaten it.

She wanted to show it off because of how beautiful it was, but now her plan was ruined, as the pouch was already in her brother’s hand.

"Mimi, you’re so mean! No food for you. Hmmp!" Little Mia scolded, puffing her cheeks in anger.

"Meow~ meoooow..."

’I’m sorry, master,’

Mimi thought sadly, still confused about why she had been so desperate to take the pouch and give it to the baby—as if her mind had been taken over for a moment.

Well, what was done was done.

Once Little Mia finally calmed down, Ethan opened the pouch, curious about what could have made Mimi act so strangely.

"Is that a grape? Why does it look like a shiny marble?" Grandpa Caldwell asked, lifting a brow in confusion.

But Ethan’s eyes widened in amazement as he stared at the small, glowing fruit, completely captivated.

This wasn’t just a fruit—it was dense with spiritual energy.

"This one is different," Ethan said slowly. "It’s a grape filled with pure spiritual energy."

According to Elena, any fruits or plants raised inside Paradise contained spiritual energy, but some went beyond that—producing a concentrated essence of spiritual power.

These rare fruits usually appeared only when spiritual energy gathered heavily in one place.

And it could boost someone’s Tier by leaps and bounds, even helping stabilize it after an advancement.

To find one already growing inside the space—what incredible luck!

Ethan instinctively wanted to hide it, but he suddenly noticed Baby Finn opening his eyes, staring at his father with clear disapproval.

Ethan paused, mesmerized by the vivid green eyes his second-born had inherited from Elena.

But then, he suddenly felt guilty. ’Why did he feel guilty?’

The babies couldn’t even eat grapes—especially this kind—and he was saving this treasure for their mother.

Soon, as he observed them, he realized something that amazed him.

Both Baby Leo and Baby Finn were staring directly at the grape in his hand.

Their tiny lips were smacking softly...And for the first time, their endless wailing had stopped.

It suddenly dawned on him—the storm outside and the animals’ strange behavior... both came from his sons.

They had awakened abilities, and all of this was the result.

He sighed. He was proud that his two boys had awakened powers the moment they were born, but they were far too young to control anything.

Now, their tiny cores were probably drained from using their abilities nonstop.

That was why they were crying so desperately—because the powdered milk couldn’t help them much.

As an awakener himself, he understood the rule: if food didn’t contain spiritual energy, an awakener needed a large amount just to feel full.

But if it did contain spiritual energy, even a small portion worked quickly.

So, of course, for the babies, the powdered milk wasn’t enough.

With their tiny tummies, forcing them to drink more just to satisfy their hunger would only upset their stomachs.

They needed food rich in spiritual energy—something that could fill them quickly without overwhelming their small bodies.

"The babies need to eat things that contain spiritual energy," he concluded, watching his sons’ adorable faces still turned toward the grape—even though they couldn’t see it.

"But the water we used was well water that contains spiritual energy," Grandpa Caldwell argued.

"No... I didn’t use the well water." Grandma Ford raised her hand guiltily. "I thought it might be too much for the babies."

She had used normal water, not well water, because as far as she knew, well water made kids hyper and bursting with energy.

It would make it harder for them to sleep.

Since she didn’t know how it would affect newborn babies, she had chosen the safest option: the regular water stored in the Southern Inventory.

Hearing this, everyone nodded in approval. Even Ethan hadn’t considered this.

He felt guilty when he looked at his sons, but her explanation also opened his eyes to how much he still didn’t know about caring for infants.

"It’s alright, Grandma," he said gently.

"You were only trying to do what’s best. Let’s try again using the well water—just add a little at a time. One drop mixed with normal water. We increase it slowly until they feel comfortable."

He didn’t want to experiment on the babies, but it was their only choice. Add drop by drop of well water to the feeding milk bottle until the two babies stop crying.

After all, they still needed the nutrients in milk. Spiritual energy could make someone healthier, but it couldn’t replace vitamins.

Soon, Grandma Ford and Mrs. Bennett adjusted the formula, adding one drop of well water.

When the babies still cried, they added another. And another.

Finally, after 4 drops, it worked. The boys latched onto the feeding bottle and drank eagerly, then drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

"At last... we have a formula that works for them," Grandpa Caldwell sighed, relieved.

At least for now, they had food the babies could accept.

"Look at them," Ethan muttered, staring at the two little cherubs sleeping like angels. "As if they didn’t almost turn the whole living room upside down."

Grandpa Caldwell gave him a stern look. His great-grandsons had simply been hungry.

Their ’rebellion’ was only to express their need.

Still... at least they now understood their abilities. One could influence the weather. The other could command animals.

"Their abilities are dangerous," Grandpa Caldwell murmured. "And if others found out... they’d be highly sought after."

If people learned that babies could alter the weather, someone would definitely try to steal them.

With disasters striking one after another, anyone who could clear the skies and change the weather immediately would shake the entire country—no, the whole world.

Ethan’s expression turned cold, a sharp edge flashing in his eyes at the mere thought of someone trying to take his children.

"No one can know," he said, voice like ice. "But if anyone dares to try... even if it’s a god... I will make them kneel before my sons."

No one—absolutely no one—would take the triplets from them.

The room fell into heavy silence until Grandpa Caldwell cleared his throat softly, breaking the tension.

"With the Golden Tablet’s restrictions, no one inside Paradise can reveal anything about the babies. Not a word. So calm down—and remember, you’re holding your eldest."

Grandpa reminded him to hide his bloodthirstiness in front of his sons, not letting them get frightened.

Ethan snapped back to himself instantly. He looked down at his firstborn—still sleeping peacefully—and let out a long breath.

He hoped... truly hoped... it would never come to that point.