SGT CH113: Returning the Crystal Core and Ability

◎Wanting to devour him, and wanting to unite with him, filling him up from top to bottom◎

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[X, what are you doing?! Stop it! Ahhhhhh Little Cake, wake up! He’s doing it again!!!]

[Huh? Wait… Little Cake just fell asleep and you’re already???]

[Dug it out in the Zerg world, and now digging it out in this world. Can you leave your own heart alone?]

[Only the Celestial Zerg world survived.]

[No, the Celestial Zerg world wasn’t much better; Little Cake stabbed him right in the heart.]

[Damn, it’s really a traditional art now.]

[Little Cake: Let’s have a heart-to-heart talk.]

[X-bro: Okay, let me take out my heart.]

[Damn, the gore level is off the charts, the screen went black.]

[Little Cake, wake up quickly, wuwuwu.]

Mousse frowned deeply, feeling intense uneasiness in his sleep, his consciousness struggling to awaken.

A still-clean hand landed on his forehead. Warm and tranquil power soothed his spirit, plunging him back into deep sleep.

At the same time, Aix used his psychic ability on himself to maintain his rational lucidity.

Using the last bit of his psychic power, he extracted the crystal core from his chest cavity.

Dark red blood splattered out but was completely blocked by a spatial barrier.

Zombies felt no pain. Even with a gloomy hole opened in his chest, it didn’t affect Aix’s stable use of his abilities.

Drops of dark red blood suspended in the air, orbiting around Aix.

Aix continued to circulate his water ability, cleaning the crystal core and his soiled hands.

He gently pulled Mousse’s left hand over, brushing across the faint scar on his wrist.

It was right here.

And it could only be here.

This scar that appeared abruptly on Mousse’s hand after the night he awakened his abilities.

This scar that Mousse cared about exceptionally.

Mousse had never let him use his healing ability to remove this scar.

Allowing it to remain on his flawless fair skin, appearing particularly glaring.

Whenever he was feeling low or sad, Mousse would habitually stroke this scar.

Mousse had always disliked him touching this hand.

Even if he never actively expressed it, instinctive reactions couldn’t lie.

Whenever he touched it while Mousse was distracted, Mousse’s reaction would be particularly intense.

Even during intimate moments in bed, when he wanted to interlock fingers and touched it, Mousse would abruptly break free.

Even on the day he fell into the zombie horde…

Clearly Mousse’s post-traumatic stress reaction was so obvious, yet he had never dared to investigate the reason.

Perhaps it was fear.

Fear that the result of the investigation would be that Mousse resisted him, loathed him.

So, he let Mousse bear it alone, and even hurt Mousse again and again through their physical contact.

Zombies couldn’t shed tears, but Aix’s eyes were dry to the point of pain.

He gently pressed the crystal core against the scar on Mousse’s wrist.

The crystal core quickly heated up.

Powerful psychic energy surged; they were excited, agitated, trembling, eager to burrow into Mousse’s body.

Aix had never seen a crystal core merge so proactively into a person’s body before, without the slightest resistance or rejection, excited as if returning to its origin.

Because this was a crystal core that belonged to Mousse in the first place.

Even though it had been occupied by him for a long time, it still remembered its true master.

Aix had once worried that his psychic crystal core level was too high for Mousse to absorb.

Even when he had thoughts of taking out his own crystal core and giving it to Mousse, he had never truly implemented it.

Now, all worries ceased to exist.

This was Mousse’s crystal core, Mousse’s ability.

How could he not be able to absorb it?

The crystal core completely merged into Mousse’s body, and the surging energy gradually calmed down.

Mousse frowned slightly, showing signs of waking up.

Aix’s reluctant gaze lingered on Mousse’s brows and eyes, wanting to get close, wanting to sense his body temperature again, kiss his lips, taste his flavor.

The alluring scent drifted to the tip of his nose, and Aix approached uncontrollably.

Aix’s Adam’s apple bobbed, swallowing saliva.

So fragrant, really want to eat.

Wanting to devour him, and wanting to unite with him.

Ideally, doing both at the same time.

Filling him up from top to bottom.

Crazy desire surged in Aix’s heart. By the time he realized it, his lips were already pressed against Mousse’s skin.

Aix jerked back, his expression becoming terrible.

He supported his gradually heavy head, feeling his increasingly chaotic thoughts.

And the extreme craving in his body’s instincts that was difficult to quell.

Terror and panic showed in his widened eyes.

No, he couldn’t stay by Mousse’s side.

He had to leave.

Aix moved his gaze, touching Mousse’s wrist for the last time, devoutly and affectionately.

He circulated his healing ability, meticulously repairing the pale pink scar on the wrist.

He returned Mousse’s ability, returning the life that originally belonged to him.

He erased the old scar for Mousse, just as he erased his own existence.

·

When Mousse woke from his deep sleep, the RV was tranquil; the world was both silent and noisy.

He felt as if he had had a nightmare.

But upon waking, his thinking was clean and clear, his brain relaxed as never before.

Mutated plants twined by his bedside, guarding him, blooming the most brilliant flowers because of his awakening.

But Mousse vaguely felt they were a bit sad.

Many emotions enveloped him—joy, intimacy, but also nostalgia and sorrow.

These emotions seemed to come from the mutated plants, yet also seemed to come from his own heart.

Mousse raised a hand somewhat dazedly to press against his chest, his attention focusing.

Immediately after, he sat up abruptly.

The crystal core.

That crystal core he was most familiar with, the one that called to him from Aix’s chest every day… had appeared in his body.

Mousse turned his head abruptly, looking into the vehicle, searching for Aix.

Nothing; the RV was empty.

Sunlight streamed in from the window, landing on the overflowing kitchen counter.

The counter, the table, the floor… the entire RV was piled high with various foods, clothes, and medicines.

All supplies Aix had stored in his space.

Usually, Aix kept supplies in his space.

Only when he needed to go out on a mission would he leave Mousse as many supplies as possible like this, piling things almost to fill a room, still afraid it wasn’t enough.

The scene before him now was even more exaggerated than before.

Except for a narrow aisle left open, everywhere else was piled high.

He had literally turned the RV into a cargo truck.

Seeing such a scene, what could Mousse not understand?

Aix had left.

He took out the crystal core and returned it to him.

Then left.

He actually left like this?

Mousse’s chest rose and fell, emotions churning in his heart—anger, anxiety, and worry.

He threw off the blanket and hurriedly walked out.

Mutated plants extended and climbed beside him, securing the supplies in the vehicle for him so nothing would fall and hit him.

Mousse walked quickly out of the vehicle, facing the vast expanse of land, a world where no human figure could be seen, so angry he almost went crazy.

“Ahhhhhhh—”

“Aix! You bastard!”

“Come out here!!”

Mousse really wanted to drag Aix out and beat him up.

What on earth was Aix thinking?

He explained everything to him, asking him to give up going to Haicheng to find that psychic ability user.

The result was Aix turned around, dug out his own psychic crystal core, and stuffed it back to him.

Aix was a zombie.

His consciousness and rationality came from the psychic ability.

If he lost this crystal core, then Aix…

He would completely lose his rationality and degenerate into a true zombie.

Equivalent to… death.

Thinking of this, Mousse’s face turned pale, his vision suddenly blurring.

How could Aix, how could he abandon him?

When Aix fell into the zombie horde, he had already lost his lover once.

How could Aix be cruel enough to make him lose his lover again?

Mousse squatted down weakly, hugging his shoulders.

“Didn’t I tell you… I don’t want the crystal core anymore. The crystal core isn’t the most important thing… What I care about was never the crystal core…”

It was Aix himself.

[X-bro’s operation is truly too insane, too insane.]

[This is truly… unwaveringly committed to the BE route, terrified of not achieving a Bad End.]

[I said it before, if you gave X-bro a Scumbag Uke System, he’d max out the stats in minutes.]

[Damn it, the Scumbag Seme Value finally dropped, and overnight he… wait, wait, wait? The Scumbag Seme Value actually dropped.]

【Scumbag Seme Value -20】

【Current Scumbag Seme Value: 26】

Mousse raised his eyes, wiped away the tears, and stared stubbornly at the two rows of numbers on the screen.

The Scumbag Seme Value wasn’t just about his personal “scumminess.”

It was also related to the feelings between him and Aix, the degree to which their hearts were connected, and whether they could achieve a happy ending.

Aix returned the psychic crystal core to him, thereby degenerating into a high-level zombie devoid of humanity, equivalent to death.

They also completely lost any possibility.

Logically speaking, even if this value didn’t rebound and rise, it should have stagnated and stopped moving.

But it actually dropped.

Dropped by a whole twenty points at once.

Could it be that in the system’s judgment, Aix returning the crystal core to him was actually more conducive to them achieving a good ending?

Did this also mean that the situation wasn’t as bad as he thought, and there was still a possibility for him and Aix?

This speculation gradually brought warmth back to Mousse’s cold limbs.

He decided to believe the screen.

Things had come to this; he had no other choice.

As long as any good possibility appeared before him, he was willing to believe and try.

First, he had to find Aix.

Mousse held onto the extending mutated vines and stood up from the ground.

“Can you still sense your master?”

Mousse asked.

The mutated vines swayed in confusion, then wrapped around Mousse and bloomed full of flowers again.

Mousse: “…No, I don’t mean me.”

Why did these mutated plants recognize him as master?

Just as confusion arose in Mousse’s heart, he sensed a psychic fluctuation within the mutated plants that seemed to come from the same source as his crystal core.

But it wasn’t just his crystal core; there was also… Aix’s consciousness.

Mousse suddenly understood.

The reason these mutated plants were so close to him was that Aix had put his own spiritual consciousness into them.

Aix’s consciousness and his psychic ability formed the self-awareness of these mutated plants.

Aix had always been trying every way to protect him.

Even during missions away, he left a part of himself behind to protect him and accompany him.

“I need to find Aix. Please help me find him.”

Mousse stroked the mutated vines wrapped around his body and said.

The mutated plants seemed a bit hesitant.

Some fragmented thoughts transmitted into Mousse’s mind.

Mutated Vine: Aix bad, will eat Si-Si.

Mutated Morning Glory: He wants to eat Si-Si’s flesh and blood while making Si-Si pollinate him. Too bad.

“I understand all of that.”

But what is pollination?

Mousse was distracted for a moment, and the psychic ability in his mind automatically began to educate him on pollination.

Including a large number of images of Aix pestering him for pollination.

Mousse’s face burned, and he hurriedly stopped the operation of the psychic ability.

“I understand… but, I still need to find Aix. This is very important to me. You will help me, right?”

Of course.

Mutated plants possessing Aix’s consciousness could never refuse Mousse.

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