Chapter Thirty-Eight: Brother Chuang, A Man of His Word

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Brother Chuang Keeps His Word

Half a year had passed, and Liu Chuang, Qilin, He Weilan, Rui Mengmeng, and others from Shu had followed the troops to the outer rings of North Star, dozens of circuits away. Today, having just pitched their camp and intending to take the girls to eat, Liu Chuang swaggered toward the mess hall, only to hear a sudden burst of gunfire.

He waved at the girls behind him and said, “Gunshots. Trouble’s here. Let’s go.” The shots were fired because an angel had arrived at their camp, followed by a male angel. The female angel loudly declared the male was an evil god—no need to ask, he was to be dealt with. As for the female angel, she was none other than Lingxi, who had stayed behind to cover their retreat. Now, she was spent and exhausted.

In half a day, she had visited several camps, but could no longer remember the count. None possessed the power of the galaxy. This time, she came hoping for a miracle, but still found no trace of galactic force. Yet these warriors dared to open fire directly to protect her.

As each Chinese warrior unleashed their rounds, the male angel who was hit remained calm, floating in midair as bullets clanged against him like steel upon steel. When the rounds ran dry, he dove sharply, heading straight for Lingxi.

Lingxi watched the angel, previously aloof, suddenly charge at her, then glanced at the Chinese soldier before her. There was no time to think. She shoved the young soldier aside and tried to retreat, but that brief moment was enough to prevent her escape from the sword that struck in a flash.

The sword pierced her, its force unrelenting, nailing Lingxi to a massive stone. She was beautiful, truly, but neither Liu Chuang nor Ruoning had any fondness for her.

Liu Chuang, having just arrived, heard the thunderous crash and saw two angels—one, the female, pinned to a stone. This would not do. The angel sisters were all beauties and decent people; he couldn’t let them be slaughtered any longer. With that thought, he said coolly, “If she lives, you’ll die well. If she dies, you’ll be cut into eight pieces!”

The male angel was just about to mock the Earth warrior in black armor when Qilin, the sniping ace of Shenhe, fired a shot and blew his head apart.

Watching the male angel writhing on the ground, clutching his head and screaming, Liu Chuang, remembering they were both angels, decided to ask Lingxi, nailed to the stone, “Angel sister, if I chop him up, will it affect your mood?”

Lingxi looked bewildered at her mortal enemy, so easily dealt with by these Earthlings who had awakened for less than half a year. Hearing Liu Chuang’s question, she quickly nodded to show she didn’t mind.

Seeing her nod, Liu Chuang strode to the male angel, axe in hand, sized him up. The screams ended abruptly, and the blood sprayed, staining one of Lingxi’s wings red.

Since he’d promised a good death, he delivered it. Liu Chuang always kept his word—a single stroke ended the angel’s life.

Looking up, he saw Lingxi’s wing, nailed to the stone, dyed crimson by the male angel’s blood. He slipped forward to shield her from the blood, now no longer splattering, and asked gently, “Angel sister, can I pull you down from here?”

While Liu Chuang was fussing over Lingxi, Yunyang had already returned to the courtyard.

Just as he and Angel Leng were about to search for Angel Qingxue, a soldier ran in, telling Yunyang that the commander was looking for him.

He arrived at the familiar courtyard where he’d once been received, only to find it crowded. The people he was seeking—Angel Qingxue and Yitian—were inside, though Lingxi was absent. Ge Xiaolun, Zhao Xin, and Angel Zhixin were there as well.

Seeing so many gathered, Yunyang was momentarily surprised, then greeted them, “Commander, I’m here. I didn’t expect so many people.”

Ge Xiaolun’s face was somewhat bitter, but the others greeted Yunyang warmly. Before Yunyang and Angel Leng could approach, Angel Zhixin came over, excitedly greeting Angel Leng, “Sister Leng, it’s really you! Wonderful!”

“It’s Zhixin—and you’ve got your little god now,” Angel Leng replied, her excitement palpable as she bantered with Zhixin. Though Angel Leng often competed with Yan, Zhixin was close friends with both.

The group shared a meal. Afterwards, Yunyang spoke earnestly to Ge Xiaolun, saying he was off to find Rose and entrusted the defense of North Star to him. His manner was infuriatingly casual, nearly causing Ge Xiaolun to explode on the spot. As he was about to lose it, Yunyang vanished in a flash of teleportation.

Feeling rather pleased, Yunyang arrived at Rose’s tent, scanned the space, but found it empty. After waiting two minutes, Rose still hadn’t returned, so he went out to look for her. He searched the camp, but found no trace, assuming she’d gone out on a mission.

Just as he was about to leave, a young soldier noticed Yunyang and asked curiously, “Brother Yang, why aren’t you with your wife? What are you doing here?”

“Oh? Brother, do you know where Rose is?” Yunyang asked, hoping for a lead.

To his surprise, the young soldier did know. Rose was in his tent, and the soldier had wondered why Yunyang wasn’t inside with her.

Returning to his tent, Yunyang saw the lamp still lit—a classic case of hiding in plain sight. Had he known, he would have come back here directly. As for why Yunyang had his own tent, it was because the North Star troops had arrived en masse and there was no space to camp except on the outskirts.

Entering his tent, he found Rose sitting on his bed, head down, engrossed in something. Curious, Yunyang tiptoed over and saw she was playing a game—yes, a game, the mobile version of Minecraft.

Yunyang had downloaded it in his original world. Seeing the creepers and skeletons on Rose’s screen, he thought she was doomed, unsure if she could recover her equipment.

Just then, with a bang, the already wounded Steve was blown up, and Rose’s dejected look made Yunyang want to reach out and comfort her.

He slipped an arm around her, rested his head on her shoulder, and inhaled the delicate fragrance of her hair, feeling he could stay like this forever.

Rose, frustrated by her in-game death, was startled when someone hugged her. But realizing she was in Yunyang’s tent, she quickly relaxed, leaning into his embrace.

Neither spoke; they simply savored their private moment, undisturbed by Liang Bing.

But after a few minutes, Rose sensed something amiss—a small object was pressing against her, making her uncomfortable. Instinctively, she wanted to shift it aside, but a thought flashed in her mind and she stopped halfway.

Blushing, she pleaded softly, “Move back a bit, something’s poking me.”

Yunyang, hearing his beloved’s words, was unembarrassed; instead, he tightened his arms around her waist.

Feeling his movement, Rose squirmed in protest, though her token resistance nearly overwhelmed Yunyang’s self-control.

A mischievous hand crept upward, and since Rose was only in a vest—likely just out of the bath, with no underwear—his touch made her go weak.

As his hand explored, just as he slipped inside, an accident occurred.

Liang Bing, having just enjoyed a hot shower, returned to her tent to find Rose missing. Asking the nearby soldiers, she learned Rose had gone to Yunyang’s tent, assuming she was helping with chores.

Still, she decided to check in. Leisurely, she arrived, lifted the tent flap, and was greeted by a scene that nearly sent her into a rage—like catching her daughter with a man in a hotel.

“You witch, what are you doing? Take your filthy hands off her!” she shouted, yanking Rose from Yunyang’s arms.

The moment was ruined, and seeing Rose’s shy face behind Liang Bing, Yunyang’s heart bled. Glancing at Liang Bing’s disdainful expression, a nameless anger welled up, but for the sake of the soldiers’ safety, he swallowed his words.

Calming himself, he spoke, “Well, Queen, what brings you here?”

“Hmph. If I hadn’t come, would there be anything left of Rose? Men are all the same.” Without waiting for a reply, Liang Bing dragged Rose out, leaving Yunyang alone to face his own frustration.

As the culprit, Liang Bing cared little for Yunyang’s feelings. She hauled Rose back to her tent, ready to lecture her, but before she could speak, Rose—still blushing—spoke up.

“What are you doing? You embarrassed me to death.”

“What am I doing? If I hadn’t come, that kid would have devoured you whole,” Liang Bing replied, still shaken.

“That’s my business, isn’t it? What does it have to do with you?” Rose was curious about Liang Bing’s reaction.

Liang Bing was neither kin nor friend, and even had a feud with Rose. Why was she so concerned?

As a demon queen, she shouldn’t care about a mere Earth super soldier.

Hearing Rose’s question, Liang Bing found herself unable to answer. Aside from the fact that the time-space rose gene was her own creation, she really had no connection to Rose. If anything, they were rivals.