The Entire Empire Thinks I’m a Pervert

“That’s how it is.”

Mo Bai had already explained this to Mo Xiangtian and Li Chaoci.

When explaining it to Wen Zhaoyan this time, he was careful to smooth out the
logical inconsistencies from the previous two explanations.

Every god had been warned by the High Priest: do not let humans know their true
identity, lest it involve too much karma, which would be bad for both parties.

So even when gods appeared in dreams, humans would forget upon waking.

Thus, aside from not revealing that he was a god, Mo Bai told Wen Zhaoyan
everything else truthfully.

Mo Xiangtian had heard it before, but it still broke his heart.

Thinking back to when Earth was destroyed, his baby had already experienced all
kinds of natural and man-made disasters on Earth. He’d finally managed to board
a spaceship to establish a new home on another planet, only to end up drifting
in the vast, endless universe. His precious, adorable baby!

Mo Xiangtian patted Mo Bai’s head affectionately. “You’ve suffered.”

Mo Bai didn’t answer. His gaze was still fixed on Wen Zhaoyan.

Wen Zhaoyan’s lips were pressed tightly together. He didn’t say a word.

Mo Bai’s heart was uneasy. “If you don’t believe me, I can turn back into Mo Li
for you?”

Just as he thought Wen Zhaoyan might not answer again, Wen Zhaoyan suddenly
said, “No need.”

He walked closer. Mo Xiangtian immediately became alert. “What are you doing!”

Mo Xiangtian hadn’t forgotten that Wen Zhaoyan had liked Mo Li. His child was
still small!

His eyes practically screamed: ‘You’re not a pervert, are you?’

Wen Zhaoyan: “…”

Wen Zhaoyan felt both absurd and helpless.

In the end, he didn’t come too close. He just stood there quietly for a moment,
then suddenly pulled a coin from his chest.

He gently placed the coin in the little brat’s hand.

Mo Bai recognized it immediately. It was the coin he had given Wen Zhaoyan back
when he was using the Mo Li identity.

He had even said at the time: ‘I’ll grant you one more wish.’

But Wen Zhaoyan had never believed in such things, so the coin had never been
used.

The coin carried a faint warmth, as if it had been kept close to his body all
along.

Mo Bai looked up at the man.

Wen Zhaoyan pressed his lips, then gently rubbed the little brat’s head. “Get
some rest.”

Mo Bai held the coin, watching the man’s back as he almost fled. For some
reason, his heart felt even worse.

But his divine power was exhausted, and he was too tired. As soon as Wen Zhaoyan
left, he collapsed into a deep sleep.

–
Wen Zhaoyan returned to the estate.

His people were still dealing with the aftermath of the Mermaid Association.

The Association director, upon waking, refused to admit what he had said and
tried to counterattack, claiming that the mermaid king, Mo Li, must have used
some kind of mind control on him.

But Wen Zhaoyan had been prepared. Though they had destroyed the production
bases and warehouses, he had kept all the documentation of the serum production
process and gave it to Kai to submit as evidence.

Moreover, the serum stockpiled in Association warehouses across the Empire
became the best physical evidence, all of which was seized.

Seeing things spiraling out of control, the director tried to contact his
high-level contacts in the Interstellar Alliance for help. But the mermaids had
already united in protest, led by Xixi, firmly opposing the Mermaid Association.
Mermaids had never been close to humans. If their protest wasn’t handled
carefully, they might relocate en masse.

With no other choice, the Interstellar Alliance abandoned the Association
director and opened an investigation.

The Mermaid Association was finished.

However, the mermaids who had received the exclusion shots and the relaxant
serum still had lasting damage.

Xixi didn’t know what to do, so he asked Mo Bai.

Mo Bai woke up three days later.

Xixi was sitting there waiting for him, looking worried, and told him about the
mermaids’ situation.

After a moment’s thought, Mo Bai said, “Teach them to cultivate. The way I
taught you.”

Xixi’s eyes widened. “Cultivate?”

Mo Bai grunted in acknowledgment.

But Xixi was still uncertain. “Then, if we leave the Association, where, where
can we go?”

The little mermaids were used to being fed by humans. Where could they go after
leaving the Association?

Mo Bai and Wen Zhaoyan had already discussed this. He opened his terminal and
sent Xixi a file. “Apply to the Interstellar Alliance for this planet. They’ll
agree.”

The planet had abundant water resources and, most importantly, a vein of energy
stones. In Mo Bai’s view, energy stones were akin to spirit stones—unrefined,
but the little mermaids’ special ability could remove the impurities, making it
perfect for their cultivation.

Xixi saw the densely packed text on the document, felt a little dizzy, but read
it carefully. The more he read, the more touched he became. Mr. Mo Li had
already prepared everything for them!

“Thank you, Mr. Mo Li!”

Xixi left happily.

–
After he left, Mo Bai got out of bed and went to the living room.

Mrs. Mo said to him, “While you were sleeping, your little uncle came by. He
left after seeing you were okay.”

Mo Bai asked, “Mom, how many days did I sleep?”

Mrs. Mo said, “Three days.”

Three days already?

Mo Bai looked down at his personal terminal. There were only messages from Li
Chaoci.

He logged into his StarBlog account. There were no private messages from Wen
Zhaoyan either.

Mo Bai paused, then silently closed his terminal.

–
Meanwhile, Wen Zhaoyan had also been following up on the mermaids’ situation. To
prevent anyone from trying to seize them, he had secretly stationed Kai and a
squad of mecha warriors to protect them.

He himself hadn’t left the estate in three days.

Everyone in the estate could feel the oppressive atmosphere. It seemed like the
same low pressure as before.

The butler remembered… the last time His Highness had been in a bad mood was
after a fight with Mo Li.

Worried, he told the old Marshal.

Upon hearing this, the old Marshal immediately called Wen Zhaoyan.

Old Marshal: “I heard you’re in a bad mood?”

Wen Zhaoyan: “No.”

Old Marshal: “Did you have another fight with Mo Li?”

Wen Zhaoyan: “No.”

The old Marshal noticed that Wen Zhaoyan’s tone was very different from before
when he talked about Mo Li. In the past, even when the old Marshal brought up Mo
Li, Wen Zhaoyan’s helplessness was tinged with a hint of joy—an uncontainable
happiness upon hearing the name ‘Mo Li.’

But now?

The old Marshal grew worried. “Did you two break up?”

Wen Zhaoyan: “…”

Break up. They had never been together, so how could they break up?

Besides…

Would he dare to be together?

He had fallen for the adult Mo Li. His feelings for the little brat had always
been just fondness for a child.

Now that two people had suddenly become one, Wen Zhaoyan had spent the past few
days in self-doubt, questioning whether he had perverted tendencies.

He… had lost the courage to even see the little brat.

And when he thought about how Mo Xiangtian and the others all knew he liked Mo
Li…

Wen Zhaoyan: It was unthinkable.

Seeing he wasn’t answering, the old Marshal understood that they had indeed
broken up.

He sighed. “Ah, you’re just too reserved. That’s not how you pursue someone.”

Wen Zhaoyan said, “Don’t talk nonsense. I don’t want to end up in court.”

Old Marshal: “Why would pursuing someone land you in court?”

Wen Zhaoyan said, “You don’t understand.”

Seeing this, the old Marshal said, “Fine, fine. Let’s not talk about your
heartbreak. Let’s talk about something happy.”

Wen Zhaoyan said, “Mm.”

Old Marshal said, “You said you’d bring me a grandson to call me Grandpa,
remember? It’s been so long. Where’s your godson?”

Wen Zhaoyan: “…”

Old Marshal: “Were you lying? Or couldn’t make it happen?”

Wen Zhaoyan: “…”

Old Marshal frowned. “What’s wrong with you? You can’t win over a wife, and you
can’t win over a godson either. Are you even capable?”

Wen Zhaoyan: “…………”

For the first time in over twenty years, Wen Zhaoyan hung up on his maternal
grandfather without even saying goodbye.

He even felt the urge to block him.

–
Wen Zhaoyan was acting strangely, and the butler and others were worried.

So, three days later, he left his room and the estate for the first time.

The moment he stepped outside, he ran into Li Chaoci by the pool.

Li Chaoci had been teasing the koi in the pool. Seeing Wen Zhaoyan, he narrowed
his fox-like eyes. “I came looking for you.”

Wen Zhaoyan asked expressionlessly, “Something?”

Li Chaoci said, “The other day, you were worried about little Bai, and you
accidentally revealed his secret.”

Wen Zhaoyan said, “If you’re worried I’ll tell anyone, don’t be.”

Li Chaoci said, “That’s not what I’m worried about.”

Wen Zhaoyan said, “Then what?”

Li Chaoci said, “I just want to remind you that little Bai is only seven. You
understand what I mean, right?”

Wen Zhaoyan said, “…I’m not that perverted.”

Li Chaoci shrugged. “Who knows? Would you dare say you have no feelings for Mo
Li?”

Wen Zhaoyan: “…”

That was only for Mo Li, not Mo Bai.

Li Chaoci said, with a touch of mockery, “Your Highness, you wouldn’t want our
next meeting to be in court, would you?”

Wen Zhaoyan: “…”

Why did even Li Chaoci know he liked Mo Li?

He shouldn’t have left the house today.

He turned and went back inside.

The old butler happened to pass by. He looked like he wanted to say something
but stopped. Finally, he said softly, “Your Highness, they say that couples
quarrel at night and make up by morning. If you just coax Mr. Mo Li a little,
maybe you’ll make up…”

Wen Zhaoyan: “…We’re not together.”

Old Butler: “Ah? Then you haven’t won him over yet? How about we help you
strategize?”

Wen Zhaoyan: “.”

Wen Zhaoyan decided never to leave the house again.

But even staying indoors didn’t help.

Because his prolonged absence from the estate led everyone to conclude that His
Highness was heartbroken and had fallen into a slump.

Kai called him urgently.

Assuming it was a report on the mermaid situation, Wen Zhaoyan answered.

But Kai immediately said, “Your Highness, no matter how wonderful Mo Li is,
there are plenty of fish in the sea! You need to pull yourself together! Don’t
let this defeat you! We’re counting on you…”

Wen Zhaoyan hung up before Kai could finish.

He blocked him immediately.

Great. Now everyone knew he liked Mo Li.

Next, would everyone find out that Mo Li was a seven-year-old little brat?

And then everyone would know he was a pervert.

–
Five days later.

Xixi, as a representative of the mermaids, submitted a proposal to the
Interstellar Alliance to claim planet 1314* as a mermaid homeland. The proposal
was approved, and a public announcement was made.

The announcement also stated that, to foster peaceful communication between the
two races and establish good diplomatic relations, a new jump point to
planet 1314* would be constructed, along with the largest medical center in the
galaxy, providing the best treatment for all patients suffering from mental
energy rage disorder. All fees would be transparent and reasonable.

That day, Xixi led the mermaids to planet 1314*, escorted by the Interstellar
Alliance’s highest guard unit, with the Empire’s most elite troops following
behind.

Before boarding the ship, Xixi called Mo Bai.

Xixi: “Mr. Mo Li, I’m, I’m going to planet 1314* now!”

Mo Bai: “Mm. I’ll come visit you when I have time.”

Xixi: “I’m, I’m a little scared. What if we can’t cure the rage disorder?”

Mo Bai: “You will. The scriptures I sing can only soothe them. To cure them
completely, you’ll have to do it. So cultivate well. When your special ability
becomes stronger, you’ll be able to purify the radiation and cure them
completely.”

Xixi: “But you could cure them too. Maybe they won’t come to us, they’ll all go
to you…”

Mo Bai smiled. “But I’m only one person. The Empire has hundreds of billions of
people. The four major civilizations have trillions. How could I do it alone?”

Xixi thought about it and finally relaxed. “I’ll work hard!”

Mo Bai comforted the little mermaid a few more times before hanging up.

Not long after, the medical center on planet 1314* was successfully established.

It was the largest hospital in the galaxy, fully controlled by the mermaids
themselves, with the Interstellar Alliance only providing support. It was also a
home uniquely for the mermaids. Construction and care work were done by humans
who came to planet 1314* for work, their wages paid from the hospital’s revenue.

The mermaids only needed to act as doctors, treating mental energy rage disorder
with their special ability, using the star coins they earned to buy the food
they wanted. When tired, they could play in the water and let another mermaid
doctor take over.

Moreover, Xixi organized the other mermaids to learn the common language. His
reasoning was simple: they had been deceived by the Association because they
didn’t understand the language. This time, they had to learn, so humans couldn’t
fool them again!

The mermaids thought it made sense and started learning diligently. Mo Bai also
had Xixi add other subjects to the language curriculum, so the mermaids
gradually learned more and more.

In just over a month, the mermaids on planet 1314* were on the right track.

Listening to Xixi’s excited thanks, Mo Bai couldn’t help saying, “Most of this
plan was Wen Zhaoyan’s idea.”

Xixi’s voice faltered, then he said softly, “Then, then I have to thank him
too.”

Though he was very afraid of that person, Xixi was a good mermaid who repaid
kindness. He recorded a video thanking Wen Zhaoyan and asked Kai to post it for
him. He also sent a copy to Mo Bai.

After watching the video, Mo Bai felt a strange twinge. In it, Xixi said, ‘Mr.
Mo Li said I should thank you…’

He closed the video and opened the StarBlog backend. After blocking all messages
from strangers, there were no private messages from his contacts.

After his father and uncle learned he was Mo Li, they stopped sending him
private messages. They contacted him directly through his communication account.

And, from a certain day onward, his private message inbox had never lit up
again.

Just as Mo Bai was feeling complicated, a trending news notification caught his
attention.

“Empire’s Crown Prince Wen Zhaoyan’s condition worsens! He may not have long to
live!” The notification was marked with a big ‘Breaking.’

Mo Bai was alarmed. His condition had worsened? Hadn’t his mental energy already
been cured? Had his divine power-infused wishing well been for nothing?

He immediately got up, wanting to check on the neighboring estate.

But as soon as he stepped outside, he saw that the estate was surrounded by
soldiers, layers deep.

The guard stopped him. “Young master, it’s dangerous outside.”

Mo Bai frowned. “What’s happening?”

The guard lowered his voice. “They say the Crown Prince’s condition has
worsened. The Emperor has sent people to ‘treat’ him.”

The guard didn’t say it explicitly, but Mo Bai understood. The Emperor was
afraid Wen Zhaoyan was faking it, so he sent people to check under the guise of
medical treatment.

“So is he really…”

The guard shook his head, led Mo Bai back inside, and closed the door. He
whispered, “I saw His Highness yesterday. He said that after he leaves, we
should take good care of the fish in the pool.”

After a pause, he added, “The Crown Prince was exiled here. They call it
recuperation, but everyone knows it’s just a different kind of imprisonment. He
can’t leave the sanatorium planet. At least, not openly.”

Mo Bai understood. To leave openly, he needed an excuse that no one could
refuse.

–
Sure enough, that afternoon, the Imperial Royal Family issued an announcement.

The Crown Prince’s condition had indeed worsened. He likely had only a few days
left.

To demonstrate the Emperor’s deep fatherly love for the Crown Prince, the
announcement also stated that the Emperor had gone to see him immediately.

Netizens wept, praying Wen Zhaoyan would hold on, while also expressing sympathy
for the Emperor, about to lose his outstanding son.

But just as they were crying, the old Marshal, who had never logged into his
StarBlog account since retiring, suddenly posted a video.

In the video: Upon hearing of the Crown Prince’s worsening condition, the
Emperor went straight to the sanatorium planet. The Crown Prince lay weakly in
bed, his face pale. The Emperor ordered a famous elderly imperial doctor to
examine him.

Soon, the results were in.

The old doctor said, “Your Majesty, the Crown Prince’s body… may not last much
longer.”

The Emperor looked grave and sorrowful, but there was nothing to be done. At a
loss, he asked, “Zhaoyan, do you have any last wishes? Whatever you desire, your
father will grant it.”

Wen Zhaoyan’s voice was weak. “I don’t want to die here.”

The Emperor hesitated. “Then…”

Wen Zhaoyan said, “Can I return to the Capital Star?”

The Emperor was taken aback. “The journey is long. What if something happens…”

A flash of disappointment crossed Wen Zhaoyan’s eyes. He looked down and said
flatly, “Then let me go to the Rosseti star system. It was my second home. I
want my ashes scattered there.”

The Emperor hesitated but didn’t agree immediately.

The video ended there.

Before the video, the old Marshal had also posted an angry message.

Old Marshal V: There’s a phrase in ancient Earth culture: ‘fallen leaves return
to their roots.’ This child followed me into battle at seventeen, earned
countless merits in just a few years, has spent five years on the sanatorium
planet fighting his illness. Now, at the end of his life, all he wants is to
return home. Why won’t His Majesty allow it? Does His Majesty truly care for
this child who can’t go home?

The old Marshal, a generation’s war god, was the idol of the entire Empire,
their guardian deity. Seeing his anger, and remembering the Emperor’s hesitation
in the video, netizens exploded.

“Why won’t you let the Crown Prince come home?!”

“Just minutes earlier, the Royal Family was posting about how deep the Emperor’s
love is!”

“So hypocritical! How can they treat the Crown Prince like this!”

“Let the Crown Prince come home! Let him return to his roots!”

Netizens started a ‘Let the Crown Prince return to his roots’ campaign.

Seeing this, the Emperor was furious.

He didn’t dare let Wen Zhaoyan return to the Capital Star!

If that thing sensed his presence, it would surely awaken!

And they had no way to remove it first. If they could, they would have done it
five years ago!

The Emperor asked the old doctor, “Is he really dying?”

The old doctor said, “Yes. The Crown Prince’s organs are failing severely, and
his genes show signs of collapse. He likely won’t live more than a few days.”

The Emperor was slightly relieved. He was in a difficult position now. If Wen
Zhaoyan died on the sanatorium planet, the entire Empire’s population would be
upset. And there was the old Marshal… though retired, a third of the military
was still loyal to him. He couldn’t be careless.

After a moment’s hesitation, the Emperor said, “Then let him go to the Rosseti
star system.”

The old doctor hesitated. “Your Majesty, perhaps it would be better to let the
Crown Prince return to the Capital Star. He is a prince, and the palace is his
home. When a person is dying…”

The Emperor cut him off. “He said the Rosseti star system was his second home.
Send him there.”

The old doctor didn’t argue further. The Rosseti star system was the front line.
Wen Zhaoyan had followed the old Marshal into battle at seventeen and had been
stationed there. It was understandable that he would consider it his second
home.

Under pressure from the entire Empire, the Royal Family finally issued an
announcement—

[The Crown Prince will spend his final days in the Rosseti star system. Let us
pray for him together.]

After posting the announcement, the Royal Family braced themselves. They could
imagine the comments condemning them.

The Crown Prince had wanted to return to the palace; they refused, so he said he
would go to the Rosseti star system. And now they were actually sending him
away!

Netizens criticized them relentlessly. Finally, the Royal Family posted another
notice: [The Crown Prince changed his mind and decided to go to the Rosseti star
system himself.]

The implication: it wasn’t their decision!

But the netizens weren’t buying it.

–
Amidst the public outcry, Wen Zhaoyan finally boarded a ship leaving the
sanatorium planet.

Openly, no longer in secret.

His goal from the beginning had been the Rosseti star system. He had
deliberately asked to return to the Capital Star, knowing the Emperor wouldn’t
allow it.

In the vastness of space, he stood at the porthole, watching the sanatorium
planet grow smaller.

Slowly, he raised his hand and placed his palm against the glass, gently
pressing the distant sanatorium planet into his hand.

–
After Wen Zhaoyan left for the Rosseti star system, news of his condition was
posted online daily.

The Royal Family had prepared eulogies, ready to post them as soon as news of
his death came from the front line.

But they waited.

Three days after Wen Zhaoyan’s arrival, the Royal Family called to ask how the
Crown Prince was ‘doing’—meaning, was he dead yet?

The front line reported good news: “Your Majesty, after arriving at the Rosseti
star system, the Crown Prince’s mental state has slightly improved. The doctors
believe that being home has relaxed him, so his condition has improved
somewhat!”

“How much improvement?”

“Perhaps a few more days.”

The Emperor breathed a slight sigh of relief.

When netizens heard this, they rejoiced and prayed fervently that the Crown
Prince might live a few more days. They’d always heard that illness wasn’t as
scary as one’s mindset. If you could adjust your mindset and face it positively,
there was always a chance to overcome it!

A few days later, the Royal Family called again, asking subtly, ‘Is the Crown
Prince still alright (dead yet)?’

More good news: “Your Majesty, the Crown Prince’s condition is no longer
worsening! The Emperor’s and the public’s prayers must have worked!”

The Emperor: “…”

“However, the damage already done is irreversible. He may only live another
month at most.”

The Emperor was slightly relieved again. A month, then.

A month later.

The Royal Family called again, persistently.

The front line: “Wonderful news! The Crown Prince, through sheer willpower, has
been training with the soldiers every day and has managed to survive another
month. There’s hope for another month!”

The Royal Family: “…………”

Please stop saying ‘wonderful news.’

If you keep this up, the Crown Prince won’t be the one to die—His Majesty will
die of rage first.

The Emperor finally realized he might have been deceived. Wen Zhaoyan’s
condition had never worsened.

He flew into a rage in the palace. When word reached Wen Zhaoyan, he said
calmly, “I didn’t deceive him.”

He had truly been near death. Before meeting Mo Li, he had been terminally ill.
Struggling against it for so long had done nothing.

If there was a miracle to be had, it had only one name—

Mo Li.

–
One year later.

Xixi’s special ability had improved. He went to the Rosseti star system to
personally treat Wen Zhaoyan. Wen Zhaoyan, who had been holding on for a year,
finally improved under Xixi’s care.

Another year passed. With Xixi’s continuous treatment and his own relentless
training, Wen Zhaoyan began to recover.

Two years later.

A swarm of mutated insectoids from deep space invaded the Giant Tree
Civilization and the Empire. The Rosseti star system, as the Empire’s first line
of defense, fought the first battle. The Crown Prince, whose condition had just
improved, killed hundreds of the creatures, more than anyone else, and was
commended by the military.

The Royal Family could only grit their teeth and issue a public commendation…

As front-line battles increased, so did Wen Zhaoyan’s military achievements. It
was said that the Emperor nearly choked on his own blood every time he read the
news. The Crown Prince might not die, but the Emperor might.

Netizens were moved by the Crown Prince’s resilience, praising him as the
Empire’s bravest, strongest person!

Many even tried to emulate him, telling themselves: If the Crown Prince, who was
near death, could break through difficulties and create miracles, returning to
the battlefield and still fighting to protect the front line, then why can’t
you? He was a prince, used to a life of luxury. And you? How can you dare to
give up?!

Suddenly, Wen Zhaoyan became one of the Empire’s Top Ten Outstanding Youths, and
one of the ten most moving miracle stories…

And this ‘miracle story’ went on to win more and more merits over the next few
years, his power growing with each victory.

Far away on the Capital Star, the Emperor could only choke on his own blood.

–
Near the Rosseti star system.

A spaceship was suddenly attacked.

The ship’s captain went pale when he saw the attacker: a pitch-black,
thirty-meter-long giant insectoid.

The creature’s body was extremely hard, and its antennae could spray corrosive
liquid that could eat through the ship!

“Quick! Call for help! This is a mutated insectoid!”

Sunset City Command.

Kai finished the distress call and placed another. “Your Highness, a mutated
insectoid has entered our sector. They seem to have evolved the ability to
disguise themselves. A civilian ship is under attack. I’ve sent you the
coordinates. It’s the closest to your position.”

A low voice came through the comms. “Received.”

In space, a small patrol ship quickly changed course.

The patrol soon found the mutated insectoid and, without hesitation, fired
several light energy shells.

The creature, hit, tried to flee.

“Think you can run? I’ll blast you to bits!” The soldiers accelerated their
fire, blowing the insectoid in half.

“Done!” A soldier grabbed the comms. “Your Highness, target eliminated.”

“Retrieve the body for the research institute. I want to know about their
mutated situation.” In the command room, a man sat in a leather chair. His
handsome, sharp features looked indifferent. His dark eyes were deep as the
ocean. He looked toward the porthole, his gaze deep with emotion.

“Move closer. Assess the casualties.” “Yes, sir.”

The ship approached, and the soldiers connected to the civilian ship’s comms.

The captain’s face lit up with relief when he saw the soldiers.

The soldier said, “I’m Murin, Third Squadron, Second Battalion, Rosseti Front
Line. What are your casualties?”

The captain quickly said, “We’re fine, but our energy pod was hit and is
leaking. We’re on backup power. We can only fly for another twenty minutes
before crashing.”

Murin asked, “How many crew members? Where are you from?”

The captain gave the number and said, “We’re from the West EG23 planet.”

Murin said, “Wait. I need to consult my commanding officer. Then we’ll begin
docking procedures. Be prepared. Evacuate in an orderly manner, no pushing.”

The captain said, “Don’t worry, Officer. We’re very polite.”

Murin: “…”

Okay, polite.

Murin reported to the man in command.

The man authorized, “Begin docking.”

Murin said, “Yes, Your Highness.” Then he muttered, “Your Highness, what planet
is West EG23? I’ve never heard of it.”

The man’s dark eyes flickered. He looked toward the porthole, his gaze deep with
emotion.

After a long moment, he said, his voice still indifferent, “It has another name.
The sanatorium planet.”

–
Murin quickly docked and led his soldiers through the connecting passage into
the ship.

They had been prepared to find a panicked crowd, but instead, everyone on board
seemed calm, as if they hadn’t just been attacked by a mutated insectoid.

Murin overheard them saying:

“That scared me to death! Good thing the Wish-Granting God was protecting me. I
burned incense before I left, praying for a safe journey.”

“Yeah, yeah. I was ready to fight that thing to the death, but help came so
fast.”

“Wouldn’t it be better this way? Now just pray you get selected. The front line
has strict requirements.”

“Wish-Granting God, please let me be accepted!”

Murin: “???”

The front line was recruiting, so many ships were coming, but why were these
people so weird? Were people from the sanatorium planet always this strange?

He was about to direct them to evacuate to the ship when his gaze landed on two
people at the back of the line.

Murin had never seen such beautiful people. Two of them!

One was a youth in a simple white T-shirt. His delicate features looked like
they’d stepped out of a painting. His lips were like flower petals, his fair
skin suggesting he’d never seen the sun… What was someone like this, who looked
like a noble son, doing here for recruitment?

Beside him was another figure in blue, also very handsome, but he looked colder,
radiating a ‘don’t mess with me’ vibe.

Noticing Murin’s stare, he looked over. “Why are you staring at me?”

Before Murin could answer, the youth beside him said, “Little Blue, don’t be so
mean.”

Little Blue looked away, then glared at the youth. “I’m the one who wanted to
enlist. Why did you have to come? That was dangerous earlier. If that thing had
eaten you, what then?”

The youth said, “I came to see you off.”

Little Blue snorted. “I’m only telling you this because we’re brothers.”

The youth said, “Yes, we’re brothers, so I came to see you off.”

Little Blue couldn’t win an argument with him. He had learned to speak common
language over the past twelve years, but he still couldn’t outtalk the little
brat.

Murin reminded them, “The ship is about to crash. Please come with us.”

Little Blue said, “Let’s go.”

The youth, more polite, thanked Murin first, then boarded the ship.