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Night had fallen.
An unusual fluctuation emanated from the sky, causing strong fear and submission in the aliens even just by sensing it.
The figure in black robes looked up at the sky with a smooth silver mask.
He had felt such fluctuations once seven years ago.
However, this time, the intensity of this fluctuation was even stronger. All aliens in the world sensed it, looking up in the same direction, feeling a pure and powerful aura approaching this world.
The aliens of the “Fate” category were not just him alone.
He still remembered the foolish Rank Four, trembling and prostrating on the ground, trying to probe the mystery of the aura with its trembling antennae.
Then the Rank Four shouted –
The most powerful “King” is about to be born, the end of the world is coming, a world entirely belonging to aliens, is about to arrive.
Then it died.
Its body split into four, flesh and blood exploded, and its bones disappeared.
It was not unexpected to suffer such consequences when forcibly using abilities to explore something beyond one’s own capability.
However, the strong fluctuation abruptly stopped when it was about to approach this world.
The aliens speculated that the “King” might be in a temporary slumber.
As for why it was sleeping, perhaps the timing was not right. Or perhaps it was observing and waiting.
But the slumber would eventually come to an end.
So, at this moment… has it awakened?
—-
Shen Jie placed the bowl back on the table.
The deep and intense purple in his eyes seemed to be on the verge of flowing out at any moment.
Seeing him set down the utensils, Zong Lin asked in confusion, “What’s wrong?”
“The soup is a bit hot,” Shen Jie said.
“Hot?” Zong Lin leaned over, grabbed the soup bowl, and blew on it before bringing it to his lips.
Shen Jie glanced at him, his scaly hand touching his face covered with bone armor.
Zong Lin was accustomed to Shen Jie’s touch, still focused on blowing the soup.
He was always taciturn, but when it came to expressing love and protection through actions, he was never stingy.
“I remember you saying before that you didn’t want to become an alien,” Shen Jie said. “In any case, you don’t want to mutate and harm those around you. If there comes a time when the infection is irreversible, you’ll willingly enter the nitrogen chamber and end your life as a human.”
“I don’t want the same tragedy to happen again, let everything reach its conclusion, and disappear before me without a trace.” Shen Jie said.
Zong Lin looked up in confusion. “I’m human, how could I become an alien?”
Shen Jie stared at him with his purple eyes.
The man in front of him was not Zong Lin’s original consciousness, nor was he the Pale King. He was just a phantom created by the Pale King through some of his memories in this inverted and false world.
Although it was an illusion, it still reminded him of some unpleasant memories from a long time ago.
Even though back then, he wasn’t even sure what the feeling of happiness was.
“And back then, I said,” Shen Jie caressed his face and said, “Grant you fulfillment.”
—-
The night was deep, with stars and moon emerging.
The bustling city lights and vehicles flew below.
Perched on the high voltage pole, a small bird still maintained its upward gaze, looking at the warm light emanating from the 16th floor window. Two points of blood-red light flicker in its eye sockets like red beans.
Suddenly, it seemed to sense danger, and its wings abruptly spread open, as if wanting to fly away from here.
A pitch-black, grotesquely elongated hand grabbed it.
This hand seemed to emerge from nowhere, blending into the darkness, its edges wavering and distorting like unstable electromagnetic waves, yet it precisely gripped its neck.
The bird flapped desperately, even the few feathers on its wings were shaken off.
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But it couldn’t break free.
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—-
Zong Lin was racing through his consciousness space.
The unfolded bone wings whip up a gale, wreaking havoc and destroying many buildings as he swiftly searches through one memory room after another.
He was looking for Shen Jie.
In the midst of the struggle with the mutated consciousness just now, he belatedly realized that something was amiss.
It wasn’t until a long spear pierced the opponent’s body and he saw a cold smile on its lips that he was reminded.
It was just a clone that the opponent used to delay him!
Why would the mutated consciousness intentionally create a clone to stall for time?
Without needing to ponder, their target had to be Shen Jie.
The deeper he was infected by the supernatural ability, the more he could feel the uncontrollable mutation and changes happening within himself.
It wasn’t just his physical body, but more so his consciousness.
In order to suppress the infection, he packed everything that didn’t belong to humans into a “box” deep within his consciousness.
Those thoughts, desires, and cravings that didn’t belong to humans were gradually separated and piled up, then sealed and buried with layers of chains using human willpower and determination.
And Shen Jie was the strongest lock on that “box”.
This lock had helped him persist for seven years, he thought, perhaps it could last even longer. As long as he still held his vibrant and beautiful lover in his arms, as long as Shen Jie continued to gaze at him as always.
Until this lock developed a small crack unexpectedly.
The cage that had been sealed was damaged, and the mutated consciousness escaped from within.
He suddenly realized that his level of mutation had become so deep. Those things that had been continuously separated and piled up, not belonging to humans but to himself, had even developed self-awareness.
They were similar yet different.
While he wanted to protect and cherish Shen Jie with utmost care, for the other side, it would only be about forceful intrusion, alteration, and destruction.
Faster. Even faster.
He thought.
He had to find Shen Jie’s consciousness as soon as possible.
His fragile, tender lover.
He couldn’t let Shen Jie get hurt because of his mutated consciousness!
…
…
…
Zong Lin found Shen Jie deep within the consciousness space.
The place where the mutated consciousness hid people was no different from other memory rooms, but upon approaching, there was a noticeable abnormal fluctuation.
The pale, wax-like walls were slashed open by a long spear, and Zong Lin stepped inside.
The evening breeze lifted his white hair, and he realized he was standing in the middle of a bustling crossroads.
Vehicles passed by, and people bustled about.
“Alien! It’s an alien!”
The grotesque-looking alien screamed at him.
Though it was a familiar city, everything seemed absurdly inverted.
Zong Lin frowned, sensing Shen Jie’s presence and confirming the direction where he was.
His bone wings spread out as he disregarded the chaotic screams of the aliens, swooping towards his destination. Gripping his long spear tightly, he was prepared to confront the mutated consciousness at any moment.
However, strangely, the mutated consciousness did not appear.
The night wind was calm, not even the chirping of birds could be heard.
He flew into their “home” in the domain world.
Warm yellow light radiated from the French windows, and the dishes on the table steamed with heat.
Next to the table was his lover.
Shen Jie sat in his wheelchair, eyes closed, his long hair wet and disheveled, a deep purple fish tail shimmering alluringly under the warm light.
The glass of the French windows shattered instantly as Zong Lin burst in.
Hearing the sound, Shen Jie turned his head and slowly revealed a smile in his direction.
“You’re back. The food is getting cold. Come and eat quickly,” he said gently.
Zong Lin strode over to him, his voice trembling slightly.
“Xiao Jie…”
He knew he was too late.
His lover’s consciousness had been infected and changed.
The consciousness of ordinary people was fragile and easily susceptible to mutation in the nightmares of Rank Two.
If it couldn’t be restored and returned to the body in an instant, corruption would occur.
Many mutated scales grew on Shen Jie’s face, yet despite this, the contours of his face remained beautiful.
His hand, also covered in scales, lifted up to grab a bowl of lamb soup beside him, saying,
“The lamb soup has been stewing for two hours and tastes very good. Want to try?”
Zong Lin suddenly knelt down and hugged him tightly.
Most of the infection on his body had been soothed by the previous merging of consciousness, and only the areas where the bone armor had spread were almost imperceptible under the cover of the black coat.
Instead, his cheeks and neck were sore from being cut by the scales on Shen Jie’s body.
Zong Lin said nothing, but his arms trembled.
Shen Jie sighed and reached out to pat his head. “I’m fine. It didn’t do anything to me.”
As he spoke, he still kept his eyes closed.
Zong Lin’s arms tightened, and he whispered to him, “You’ll be okay. We’ll go home together and be well.”
He gently released Shen Jie and inspected every unusual part of his body with his eyes, searching for a solution.
But when his gaze fell on Shen Jie’s face, Zong Lin’s eyes suddenly froze.
“What happened to your eyes?”
—-
Twenty minutes ago.
Shen Jie wheeled himself to the mirror in the bathroom.
But the reflection in the mirror was not his face; it was an extremely distorted, unstable black shadow.
Perhaps the only thing they shared was those deeply purple eyes.
The shadow said to him, “You’ve lost control.”
“A bit,” Shen Jie replied, “It’s time for you to go back.”
The shadow said, “You are me, where do you want me to go?”
Shen Jie looked at it and took out a knife from his pocket.
The knife he had just taken from the kitchen was long, sharp, and about an inch thick.
He held the knife, aimed it at the mirror, and with a backward tilt, he forcefully inserted the knife into his eye socket, digging out his own eyes without harming the surrounding eyelids and muscle tissue.
Blood flowed down, dripping into the sink one drop at a time.
The deeply purple eyeballs dissipated into mist in his hand.
Shen Jie turned on the tap and washed away the blood.
His movements were skilled, as if he had done this many times before.
“Let’s go,” he said.
The distortion of the black shadow increased, showing some reluctance.
But there was no choice.
When Shen Jie told it to leave, it had no choice but to go.
The black shadow slowly disappeared in the mirror, extending a grotesque hand to Shen Jie before leaving, handing him a small wooden bird carving.
The carving looked rough overall, as if it were carved by a child, so it didn’t quite resemble a bird, but rather a chubby winter melon with two small wings.
However, the winter melon had two dots of red paint on its face, giving it a touch of liveliness.
Shen Jie pushed the wheelchair and placed the wooden carving on the TV cabinet in the living room.
The carving wobbled a few times due to the unstable base but quickly returned to stillness.
Shen Jie reheated the dishes in the kitchen and then sat by the wheelchair lost in thought.
When contemplating, he would tap his fingers lightly on the tabletop.
The mermaid tail swayed accordingly.
His consciousness was indeed disturbed by the Pale King, which made him somewhat angry.
So, when would Zong Lin come?
—-
At this moment.
In the dining room.
Shen Jie didn’t speak, nor did he answer Zong Lin’s question.
Zong Lin stared at him in silence, then suddenly leaned in and kissed his eye.
Shen Jie didn’t open his eyes, only his eyelashes trembled slightly.
Although the eyeball removal technique was professional, the missing part under the thin eyelids was not filled, making it easy to notice.
“It gouged your eyes?!” Zong Lin’s voice trembled with intense anger and uncontrollable pity.
Shen Jie wanted to explain but found himself unable to, so he could only say, “It doesn’t hurt much.”
Indeed, it didn’t hurt much.
It is not his real body, and he is still mutated. His eyes gouged out and it’s fine.
Just now, the bleeding stopped in less than half a minute.
How could Zong Lin possibly believe his reassurance? Several bone flowers sprouted from his body, and he wanted to desperately seek out the mutated consciousness.
—The fastest way to resolve the abnormalities on Shen Jie’s body was to completely destroy the mutated consciousness and thoroughly disrupt the domain space.
However, that was indeed a part of his soul, the karmic debt he must bear when using his abilities.
Shen Jie grabbed him.
“Lin Ge ,” he said, using this intimate address only on very special occasions.
Shen Jie wasn’t very strong, but Zong Lin was easily pulled back. His arms, covered in scales, wrapped around Zong Lin’s shoulders, gently encircling his neck.
He still had his eyes closed. Yet Zong Lin felt he was being deeply and eagerly stared at by him.
Shen Jie: “I want to turn back into a human. Let’s leave here together and go home for dinner.”
“But, I can’t quite remember what my human appearance looks like. Can you help me remember?”
He leaned in closer, his gentle, moist breath caressing Zong Lin’s neck, then he lifted his head and gently bit Zong Lin’s Adam’s apple.
“How…how do you want to remember?”
Zong Lin’s voice became a bit hoarse.
He knew his lover, although a fragile ordinary person, was indeed a very outstanding researcher.
More than just coordinating suppressors. His research on abilities and aliens might be even more in-depth than many ability users.
But since his lover preferred to keep things low-key, he refrained from saying more. If his lover stayed silent, then so would he.
“It’s very simple,” Shen Jie said.
His deep purple mermaid tail wrapped around Zong Lin’s waist.
“Merge our consciousness. Soothe me.”
Oof. The amount of guilt ZL has is probably immense after this.
Thanks for the chapter~~~
Reading this scene I can’t help but think about omega verses like- biting the back of their neck to soothe someone’s mind and mark territory ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Being coquettish! Wow so many mysteries!! So cool!!!!
Soothe him well ~