Chapter Seventy-Five: When Will You Return to the Team?

Chapter Seventy-Five: When Will You Return to the Team?

A group of people gathered around the medical pod, at a loss for words. After Zhixin's calculations, it turned out that, despite such a massive energy supply, it would still take Yunyang three days to awaken.

Was he even human? With this amount of energy, even a small celestial computer would have more than enough. Could it be that Yunyang was not human, but a humanoid celestial computer?

While everyone was worried about Yunyang's physical state, he was in fact lying leisurely in the dark dimension space, idly flipping through his list of abilities.

He had checked it several times but still couldn’t figure out what this “near-death protection” was about—it simply didn’t show up.

Having searched for it several times without success, Yunyang simply gave up. After all, this ability had already saved him twice.

So it wasn’t a one-time use; he could definitely rely on it next time. He might as well consider it an inherent life-saving blade, meaning in the future he could recklessly wander around even when badly wounded.

Speaking of those two brushes with death, Yunyang thought of Rose. The first time, it was Rose who had helped him find energy; otherwise, who knew how long it would have taken him to recover.

But thinking about it was useless now. Because of him, Rose had been taken away by the Demon Queen, and he still had no clue where the demons were, let alone how to get to Demon One and bring her out.

Moreover, that Demon Queen seemed to have taken a liking to Rose. Was he really going to be cuckolded by a woman? The thought alone was humiliating—absolutely unacceptable.

But how could he possibly find Demon One? Maybe he could ask the angels for help? They would definitely be eager to track the demons’ whereabouts.

But then came the problem—why would the angels want to find the demons? Of course, it would be to judge them, and when angels judged demons, it was with devastating skills like the Blade of Judgment.

Rose was still with the demons; she would probably be judged along with them. In the eyes of the angels, Rose had already defected to the demons’ side—she was no different from a demon now.

Shaking his head to cast aside the idea of seeking help from the angels, Yunyang realized that aside from that, he really had no other options.

Earth’s Deno Three was gone, and though the Empress of the Flaming Sun was here, she seemed to be unconcerned, and he himself was powerless in this situation. This sense of helplessness left Yunyang somewhat despondent.

After zoning out for a while, Yunyang stared helplessly at the energy bar stuck at only three percent. Forget searching for Rose—he couldn’t even control his own body now.

Seeing the energy bar increase by just one percent after more than an hour was truly agonizing, though he couldn’t help but keep checking it even when he tried to ignore it.

He decided to leave it alone, settled into a comfortable position, and began to simulate a plan to rescue Rose in his mind. He couldn’t even locate Demon One, but that didn’t stop him from imagining it.

Meanwhile, Rose, the one he felt needed rescuing, had already arrived at the place where they had first met—the gas station that had once trapped Yunyang.

Though the war had raged, the gas station had remained untouched due to its location, only gathering a thick layer of sand.

Standing below, Rose looked up at the enormous dome and couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

She recalled Yunyang’s panicked efforts not to let her fall, his cautious demeanor after she had saved him.

Thinking back to how she’d boasted about her military rank to Yunyang, she felt a little foolish now.

But what had surprised her was that, after learning her identity, Yunyang had acted against expectations and given her unconditional trust.

Perhaps this was the charm of the Chinese soldier—they always appeared when the people needed them most, inspiring unconditional trust.

Later, he had told her about his “invention,” and she had naively believed it, not realizing it was just the power of a genetic engine. He’d actually tricked her.

Maybe his so-called virtual space was this dark dimension. She wished she could go in and have a look, but unfortunately, she no longer had the chance.

She wished he could tuck her in again, even if it were only once more.

No one knew how long she stood there lost in memory. When Rose came to herself, she looked up, refusing to let the tears at the corners of her eyes fall. She was a soldier—a Chinese soldier who could bleed but not cry. Old Seven could do it, and so could she.

After a long time, she sniffed and, with a cold, steely gaze, looked toward the sky above Tianhe City, where once the gluttonous warships had hovered, and where her goal now lay.

A gentle breeze lifted her smooth red hair, a strand brushing her cheek, snapping her out of her emotions. Pressing her lips together, with unshed tears at the corners of her eyes, she withdrew her gaze and said coldly, “Gluttons, wait for me.”

As her words faded, the dusty gas station returned to stillness, empty of all presence.

Above North Star, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky.

Rose had just exited the wormhole and immediately saw the towering Heavenly Blade Seven reaching to the heavens, as well as the military vehicles crowding the streets below.

Without hesitation, she flew toward the command headquarters. She didn’t want to see her Aunt Lianfeng right now, afraid she’d be scolded for betraying her country and neglecting her father’s vengeance.

Upon arriving at headquarters, clad in black armor, Rose was greeted warmly by the soldiers. Seeing their genuine smiles brought her a little comfort.

After stating her purpose, she was led to the door of a siheyuan, as a meeting was in progress inside. The soldier signaled for her to wait and went in to report.

Inside, the courtyard was filled with military leaders—Old Li among them, as well as Elder Huang, Mi Long, and others.

Upon hearing the guard’s report, everyone lowered their voices, for they had heard the name: Rose, of the Super Soldier Unit.

The common soldiers might not know, but these high-ranking officials certainly did. Rose had defected to the demons; to put it bluntly, that was treason.

They exchanged glances, each seeing suspicion in the others’ eyes. Why had Rose returned? Was she here to gather intelligence, or did she have designs on them, the leadership?

Being a civilian, Elder Huang thought more deeply. He doubted Rose intended harm; she was more likely here for intelligence.

But what Elder Huang didn’t know was that, should Morgana wish, with demon technology she could observe their every move as she pleased.

After a moment's thought, Elder Huang reasoned that with the demons' overwhelming technological superiority, they had no need to spy on earthly secrets. Maybe Rose had seen the light and wanted to return to her homeland.

“Please, invite our Super Soldier in,” Elder Huang said, defining Rose’s position—on Earth, she was of the Super Soldier Unit, one of their own, since she had yet to act against Earth.

At his words, the others were momentarily stunned, but soon realized his intent—to win back this tactical core.

After the guard turned away, Elder Huang added, “We can’t be sure of Rose’s attitude toward China. Given the strength of a super soldier, let’s have only Commander Mi and myself stay. The rest should withdraw to avoid unnecessary risk.”

Everyone stood up in agreement, understanding he had their best interests at heart—everyone except Old Li, who sat unmoving.

When Elder Huang glanced over, Old Li said, “Rose has some connection with Xiao Yang. I’d like to meet her.”

When Rose entered, she saw the high-ranking officers leaving by another door, but paid them no mind—had they stayed, she would have been nervous.

When she reached the meeting room door and saw the three men at the table, she hesitated for a moment, but before she could react, Commander Mi Long’s firm voice rang out.

“Super Soldier Unit! Sergeant Du Rose!”

It was as if she had returned to the barracks, reliving the endless days of training. Years of military life made her instinctively respond.

“Present!” she said, snapping to attention, body tense.

Seeing her reaction, the three men’s stern faces softened with smiles. Elder Huang gestured at the chair opposite, signaling her to sit.

Once Rose was seated, Elder Huang spoke kindly, “Rose, when will you return to the team?”

Her heart warmed at these words—someone still cared about her.

A hint of a smile appeared on her solemn face as she answered softly, “Sir, soon.”

Elder Huang didn’t press for details, instead saying, “As long as a child knows to come home, she’s a good child. Isn’t that right, gentlemen?”

Though he addressed all three, Old Li and Mi Long only smiled at Rose, saying nothing.

With some embarrassment, Rose replied, “I am a good child, Sir.”

Though there were only three people in the room, Rose felt an immense pressure, nearly suffocating.

With her answer, the atmosphere in the room relaxed, and the weight on Rose’s heart dissipated.

Elder Huang said no more, but Old Li, beside him, asked, “Rose, do you know who I am?”

Rose gave Old Li a puzzled look, unsure why he asked. Though he spoke so kindly, she honestly shook her head.

“Well, you’d better get to know me. That kid Yunyang calls me uncle,” Old Li said with a raised eyebrow.

At the mention of Yunyang, a shadow of sorrow crossed Rose’s delicate face. Softly, she asked, “Where is Yunyang’s body? I’d like to pay my last respects.”

All three men looked shocked at her words—Yunyang was gravely injured, but wasn’t he being rescued?

Rose, ever perceptive, picked up on this immediately. Leaning on the table, she stood and asked urgently, “Yunyang isn’t dead, is he? Where is he? I want to see him!”

Her sudden movement startled the three men, their faces paling.

Realizing her mistake, Rose sat down again and said, “Sorry, Sir, I lost my composure.”