SGT CH120: Finale · Their Future

120 Finale · Their Future

◎ “After I die, please eat me.” ◎

Mousse woke up from his sleep to find the space beside him empty. The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

Zombies didn’t need sleep; Aix always got up earlier than him.

Mousse had previously tried to tire Aix into passing out, but he never succeeded.

Well, not completely unsuccessful… it could be considered half a success.

There was no Zombie King who fainted from exhaustion.

Only a Zombie King who fainted from pleasure.

The first time Aix fainted from pleasure was the night their hearts connected and they completely belonged to each other.

Mousse gave Aix a little punishment with vines while whispering words of love into his ear.

Aix clenched his teeth tightly, his body trembling violently, spasming in waves, before suddenly fainting and collapsing headfirst into the pillow, scaring Mousse half to death.

He thought he had whipped Aix to death.

His hand shook, dropping the mutant vine, and he subconsciously went to check Aix’s breath and heartbeat.

Of course, a zombie had no breath or heartbeat.

Even his body temperature gradually faded because he lost the maintenance of his ability.

Mousse was scared silly on the spot, even forgetting to use his mental ability to sense.

If the mutant plants hadn’t told him that Aix had fainted from the overwhelming pleasure of “pollination,” Mousse would have been ready to follow Aix into death.

He had even thought of where to bury the two of them.

Mousse guarded Aix nervously all night, only relieved when he woke up.

The mutant plants, however, were extremely disdainful of Aix’s inability to withstand pollination.

Passing out midway through pollination was too shameful.

If it were them, they would have borne a tree full of fruit by now.

Since then, Mousse never dared to think about tiring Aix into fainting again.

A fainting zombie was truly too terrifying.

No heartbeat, no breath, no body temperature—like being completely dead.

However, after that, Aix became even more sensitive.

A little stimulation, a word of love, would make him overwhelmed with pleasure.

Seeing Aix faint a few more times, Mousse never dared to express love randomly during intimacy again.

He finally mustered the courage to express his love once, but the scare he received would take a lifetime to heal.

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The aroma of the food became stronger and stronger, rousing Mousse’s appetite.

Even after so many years, he still had zero resistance to Aix’s cooking.

Mousse abandoned the idea of staying in bed and got up.

He walked to the window and opened the curtains.

Bright but not glaring light filtered in.

Outside was a green ocean.

Verdant trees, blooming flowers.

In the fifth year of the apocalypse, Sea City had been completely occupied by plants.

Mutant plant offshoots were everywhere.

They could grow from the south to the north of the city, from the basement to the top of skyscrapers.

The entire Sea City was like a massive vertical garden.

Giant shadows swept across the sky, unknown beasts shuttled through the forest, leaving fleeting afterimages.

The flourishing of mutant plants also brought more mutant animals to Sea City.

Mutant plants, mutant animals, plus zombies, formed an increasingly stable ecosystem.

Besides these, there was a special existence wandering outside the three groups.

Some special zombies whose bodies had mutated but whose self-awareness was stabilized after being saved by Mousse.

Because of their bodily peculiarities, they could hardly return to human society.

Nor could they truly hunt humans like zombies. If there were any like that, Mousse would detect them during mental grooming and kill them.

Plus, unable to leave Mousse’s mental grooming, they gradually settled on the outskirts of Sea City.

Waiting for the monthly mental grooming from the “Doctor.”

Most of the time, they didn’t approach the city center, which belonged to the Zombie King’s territory.

But there were always exceptions.

Mousse looked down, locking eyes with a certain Zombie Man climbing up along the mutant plants.

“Hi,” the Zombie Man smiled, “Good morning, Doctor. I brought you fruit.”

There were always zombies relying on their body enhancement abilities making them hard to kill, and having known Mousse early, believing their relationship was deep and they shared a life-and-death friendship, who would risk being beaten to death by the Zombie King to visit him every now and then.

Mousse’s gaze moved to the fruit wrapped in large leaves by the other party.

Those bright red fruits… looked very familiar.

They weren’t just similar to the red berries in the fruit salad Aix made for him every day; they were exactly the same.

Last night, a mutant plant had cried to him that a hateful thief stole the fruit it just bore while it was dormant.

Seems the case is solved.

The stir-frying sound in the kitchen stopped.

Mousse gave the zombie clinging outside the window a look that said I can’t help you.

Spatial fluctuations surged. Aix suddenly appeared behind the Zombie Man, grabbed his collar, tore him off the window, and threw him backward violently.

The mutant plants on the building behind waved their branches, forming a strangling cage.

Mousse glanced once, then couldn’t bear to look anymore and looked away, silently instructing:

“Don’t actually kill him.”

Aix nodded.

“I’ll go watch them, won’t let them go too far.”

Mousse looked at him speechlessly, not exposing him.

Aix returned quickly.

He had changed his clothes, and there were traces of washing on his hair and skin.

Mousse gasped, “That serious?”

Aix didn’t understand, looked at his clothes, and explained:

“Accidentally got some dirty stuff on me. It’s fine now, let’s eat.”

Seeing Mousse still looking at him as if searching for something, Aix paused, looking a bit hesitant.

“That fruit… I threw it away. Things touched by zombie dirty hands can’t be eaten.”

Thinking of something, he raised his hand and added in a small voice:

“I wore gloves.”

So the food he prepared was safe to eat.

“Okay,” Mousse laughed and said, “Let’s go, eat the meal you made.”

As for the Zombie Man, his vitality was as stubborn as a cockroach anyway; he wouldn’t die easily, no need to worry about him.

Lost in Mousse’s smile, Aix walked to his side, wanting to hold his hand.

Just as he was about to touch it, he suddenly realized something, switched to Mousse’s right side, and held his right hand.

Mousse glanced at his empty left hand, then at Aix standing on his right pretending nothing was wrong, his gaze complicated for a moment.

Once, there was a scar on his left wrist left by the removal of the crystal nucleus.

Whenever Aix touched his left hand unconsciously, he would be startled, reacting strongly.

That reaction was more like a self-protective response after stress, not controlled by his subjective consciousness.

After Aix forcibly took out the crystal nucleus to return it to him and healed the scar on his wrist, Mousse never had that stress reaction again.

The one with the stress reaction became Aix.

Aix dared not touch his left hand again. Even during contact in bed, he would be very careful, avoiding it as much as possible.

If Mousse’s left wrist brushed against his body, he would freeze instantly. If they weren’t intimately joined, he would probably jump away in shock.

Actually, it started even earlier.

After he caused Aix to fall into the zombie horde and turn into a zombie, Aix had been consciously avoiding his left hand.

Only then, Mousse himself was also suffering from stress disorder and didn’t notice.

Thinking back later, he realized Aix had been carefully avoiding it from the start.

Whenever Mousse approached him or touched his body, Aix’s body would become exceptionally stiff.

Unknowing at the time, Mousse thought it was normal zombie rigor mortis.

It wasn’t until recent years, fully witnessing the flexibility of Aix’s body in zombie state, that Mousse realized how nervous and vigilant Aix was about his approach back then.

Of course he would be nervous, of course he would be vigilant.

After all, he was the one who shook off Aix’s hand, causing Aix’s “death.”

With things on his mind, Mousse ate the meal absentmindedly.

Aix noticed and asked in a low voice:

“Is today’s food not to your liking?”

“No, it’s delicious. I was just thinking about some things.”

In Mousse’s view, only a life can equate to a life.

So after that incident, he once hoped to die in the mouth of zombie Aix, to be eaten by Aix.

Even though the scum attack value returned to zero, the reformation was successful, and the live broadcast room left a month after announcing his successful reformation.

Mousse still felt it wasn’t enough.

Only when he was eaten by Aix would it be a complete end.

But not now.

If he let Aix eat him now, it would be too cruel to Aix.

Zombies don’t age. As long as there is enough energy replenishment, a zombie’s lifespan will be eternal.

He would go before Aix.

Mousse gazed at Aix, his eyes gentle.

“After I die, eat me.”

Aix’s expression became extremely ugly in an instant.

Whether they wished it or not, lifespan was something they had to face.

Mousse rarely thought about the too-distant future.

But Aix had thought about this question many times.

“There will be a way.”

Aix said, “Research has already proven that abilities change the user’s body. Ability users live longer than ordinary people; the higher the level, the more so. As long as…”

As long as he kept leveling up.

If in the end there was no more level to gain, unable to breakthrough, he could still give his crystal nucleus…

“Aix.”

Mousse interrupted his thoughts, reaching out to cover his clenched hand, saying:

“The last day will always come. You don’t need to be sad for me. If that day really comes, I hope to be eaten by you. That way, we can be together forever.”

While alive, Mousse found it hard to make promises about “forever” or “a lifetime.”

Because time is too long, things are changing every moment, and no one can be sure what the future holds.

But after death, he could promise forever.

Aix gazed at him fixedly, sensing his determination from his eyes.

After a long while, with stinging eyes, he spoke slowly: “Okay.”

Mousse got up, walked around the dining table, guided Aix’s hand, laid him down on the table, and interlaced fingers with him.

It was the left hand.

Aix’s gaze touched the wrist where the scar had long vanished, and his eyes trembled.

“Don’t be afraid of me. I belong to you.”

Mousse lowered his head beside his face, his gaze focused and gentle.

“Every inch, every part of my body will eventually merge with you.

“I wait for you to completely accept me, accept all of me, every part of my body.”

Aix’s gaze trembled even more violently, even his fingertips faintly aching.

Yet he still tried to grip Mousse’s hand tightly, guiding it to his lips, kissing it deeply.

Mousse’s eyes grew hot. Unable to hold back, he hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear:

“I love you, Aix, love you so much.”

Aix’s body trembled again, his hand unconsciously grabbing Mousse’s lapel.

Mousse knew he couldn’t handle this, easily stimulated into fainting.

But he couldn’t help it.

“Just this once, I promise.”

Just this billionth time.

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