DPM Chapter 106-Return to the Milky Way
Translated by Snowfall77
“Reproduce? You and me?” Zelatu eyed Saman distrustfully.
Saman nodded: “Yes! We’re one gender and reproduce by spiritual energy. My previous pair disappeared a long time ago, and I’ve been searching for a new one ever since. Would you like to be my new pair?”
Zelatu glanced at Mozun and Wu Xingyun, before resting its gaze on Saman.
After a long moment, Zelatu finally nodded back to Saman: “All right. If we can make a new life, in turn I can teach you how to transform your hands into light blades.”
The Dark Temple warrior’s ship changed its course, heading for Zelatu’s home.
Having found a new pair, Saman tossed Mozun from its thoughts.
Saman and Zelatu made union, leaving Mozun and Wu Xingyun to their own devices.
When Mozun had heard that Saman could have an offspring, Mozun’s heart had actually been a little moved.
However, seeing just how Zelatu and Saman made a child, Mozun’s tender wistfulness utterly died.
Zelatu’s sharp blade pierced Saman’s chest, rending flesh and bone until it was buried in Saman’s heart.
After which Saman’s upper chest developed an unseemly bulge. About three months later, Saman’s chest split open again and a new life emerged.
It looked exactly like Zelatu, with the same red skin, red hair, and blades for hands.
Mozun sighed to himself—the Saer and humans truly were a very different species.
Reaching the Dark Temple warriors’ home base, Zelatu gave Mozun and Wu Xingyun a ship for their return to the Milky Way.
Saman, asked about its plans, said it was impossible to fight against its powerful former deity. All Saman wanted now was to survive and multiply on the fringes of the universe. Perhaps someday the Dark Temple warriors would rise strong again, possessing their own deities.
Wu Xingyun, for his part, had been closely observing Zelatu’s abilities.
Its invisibility was the same as Wu Xingyun’s. A Dark Temple warrior’s form only became permanently visible upon death.
But no matter how hard Wu Xingyun tried, Wu Xingyun couldn’t turn his hands to blades as Zelatu could.
Having left the Dark Temple warrior base and started their voyage home, Mozun lamented about the Saer: “It seems we’ll always be distinct from each other, no matter how many things we have in common with them.”
“I think the only reason we have any similarities at all is because we practiced from Mijia’s book,” Wu Xingyun replied. “But if you get down to the bone, in the end our genetics are not the same.”
Mozun gave a little laugh, turning his head to look at Wu Xingyun with a smile: “True. And the Dark Temple way of reproducing is rather horrifying.”
“Mmm.” Wu Xingyun agreed. “The human way is better.”
Having experienced the terrible strangeness of the Saer, never mind the deceptive bliss of the spirit link, Mozun contemplated his lover and thought that he too preferred the human way.
They were on a ship, just the two of them, sailing in a boundless universe. The voyage would be long, with absolutely no one to disturb them.
Giving them plenty of time to put their love-making preferences into action.
Later, having just finished a round, Wu Xingyun was still in Mozun’s embrace when Mozun suddenly teased with a low voice in Wu Xingyun’s ear: “What do you think, can I make your belly big someday?”
Shy and vexed, Wu Xingyun retorted: “If we follow the Saer way, wasn’t the one made pregnant the light elder with attributes like yours? You…… you should watch out for yourself.”
Eventually Mozun and Wu Xingyun reached the Milky Way location where Saman and Mozun had battled.
It was Federation territory and Mozun’s wariness of the Federation was still in full force. He had no intention of giving the Federation any information about the Saer just yet.
Abandoning the Dark Temple ship, the two men began to walk through space unprotected.
Wu Xingyun had fretted about leaving the ship: “You know how many light years we are from Alliance territory?! If Liu Meng doesn’t find us, we’ll be walking forever.”
Softly laughing, Mozun had whispered: “I’d gladly walk with you for a lifetime, it……would be good.”
Wu Xingyun’s worries proved to be foundless.
Although they were first spotted by Federation ships, and not Liu Meng’s scouts.
Ever since Wen Nuo had encountered Mozun’s disappearing act, Federation ships had been patrolling the border. Wen Nuo still believed that Mozun was deliberately avoiding the Federation, but couldn’t completely disregard Liu Meng’s words.
Moreover, the Federation needed to test out newly developed spaceships that used smaller amounts of fuel to make continuous jumps.
And the border was as good a place as any to do so.
The new spacecrafts was modestly-sized and nimble, requiring only one operator, and weighed about one hundred kilograms. They could, however, carry copious weapons and ammunition, for the Federation had originally developed them to deal with Mozun.
Called Wagelei, the ships’ crews were dutifully performing exercises when out of nowhere a dreadful lone man appeared.
A man the Federation well knew and feared. Warnings sounded and spread through the whole exercise squad.
“What’s he doing here?! Why is he here?!” The trepidatious commander still had unresolved trauma from the last sighting of Mozun battling the alien. Now Mozun’s horribly unexpected appearance threw the commander into an anxious tizzy.
“Is he here to deal with us?” An adjutant speculated out loud and quickly received orders.
“Evacuate, evacuate now!”
The Wagelei ships—made to handle the Night Shard—withdrew a split second after encountering him in the flesh.
Making lightning-fast short range jumps, the ships vanished without a trace before Mozun’s and Wu Xingyun’s eyes.
Mozun could only shake his head and ruefully laugh. He’d wanted to grab one of them for his own use, but before he could do anything they’d already ran away.
He simply had to continue his unarmed trek with Wu Xingyun.
Not until ten days later was Liu Meng informed by his spies that Mozun had shown up and encountered the Wagelei ships.
When Liu Meng learned that Mozun hadn’t been able to nab a Wagelei ship because they’d bolted so fast, Liu Meng didn’t whether to laugh or cry. Reduced to using diplomatic channels, Liu Meng requested a Federation ship pick up Mozun and return him to the Alliance.
Wen Nuo personally found Mozun’s return highly irritating and had no desire to give the mutant any kind of help whatsoever. But the hapless Federation government was scrabbling after the Alliance’s favor, and quickly selected their most fearless squad and most decrepit transport carrier to get Mozun back to his people.
Mozun was found easily enough, and after a short space jump, he and Wu Xingyun met Wen Nuo again.
Despite being deeply suspicious about the two’s strange disappearance and reappearance, Wen Nuo didn’t ask them many questions. He knew it’d be in vain.
Particularly when he saw how Wu Xingyun looked at and treated Mozun, Wen Nuo just felt that his heart was dead like ash.
Mozun did not rest in the Federation whatsoever, but made his way directly back to Alliance territory.
Liu Meng, Peng Dawei and the others, after being worried about Mozun’s and Wu Xingyun’s absence for so long, and then hearing about all that had happened with the Saer, became even more concerned.
At first they found it absurd that the white fog that had wrecked their lives and their planet had been nothing more than a tool of the Saer to make invasive immigration more convenient. Than came anger at the endless years of death and war caused by that same stinking fog. If they hadn’t somehow been lucky enough to mutate, they would’ve died from the fog’s first descent.
“Mozun, what do you plan to do?” Liu Meng asked.
Hesitation filled Mozun’s thoughts. He wasn’t afraid of the Duodao warriors, light elders, or even Dark Temple warriors. They would make fearsome adversaries to be sure, but nothing the mutants couldn’t fight.
The mutants had lived through the Great Nirvana. They needn’t to fear an enemy’s strength.
However—the unified light elder, that continuously growing, star-like entity was not something humans could contend with……
Neither could mutants……
All Mozun had been able to do, even with all his abilities, was run away from it. What would the other mutants be able to do?
Liu Meng and the other mutants did try to analyze the new situation. Just from hearing Mozun’s descriptions of the unified light elder, they were already sufficiently spooked.
More frightening was the fact that the Saer had only taken so long to invade the Milky Way because they’d been embroiled in a chaotic civil war with the Dark Temple warriors. However, the unified light elder had efficiently solved that problem. The Saer’s internecine conflict was over for now….
Meaning nothing stood between the Saer and their goal—‘immigration’ into the Milky Way, crushing everything in their path.
And if humanity was relying only on the strength of the remaining mutants……there way no way to withstand the Saer.
Mozun sighed to himself. Given another three years, the Alliance would’ve been able to swallow the Federation whole, along with its elite Ghost soldiers.
If the Alliance could have absorbed all the Federation’s technology, they’d be better situated for fighting off the Saer.
But now……
The Saer wouldn’t be allowing Mozun three years.
“Was it time for peace with the Federation?” That was the question lingering at the back of every mutant’s mind.
Mutants weren’t natural warmongers. But they had been betrayed, deceived, and treated like insects by the Federation. Unwilling to acquiesce to such abuse, the mutants had fought.
Even now, with the Saer threat looming before them, not one mutant trusted Federation.
Not one had forgotten Dai Rong’s death on the moon.
A body ripped to pieces.
Peng Dawei, the only surviving subordinate of Dai Rong’s, could never blot out the memory of his first leader’s mutilated corpse.
Clenching a fist, Peng Dawei pounded it on the table while a vein throbbed in his forehead: “Worst comes to worst, we throw away half the Milky Way and eliminate the Federation!”
Yet even as he said the words, his heart was filled with qualms.
Under a dual attack of the Saer and the Alliance, the Federation would be inevitably be annihilated.
And the Alliance getting hold of any of the Federation’s technology would be a best-case scenario. More likely the Federation’s science and technology would be destroyed by the Saer, making an additional disaster for the Alliance.
Unite—and fear being betrayed by your allies.
Don’t unite—face extermination.
Which option? How to choose?
The mutants debated, hearts torn, when all of a sudden came news from the Federation.
The president of the Federation was requesting a face-to-face meeting with Mozun—to discuss the Federation’s willingness to accept some of the Night Shard’s proposed peace conditions.
DPM Chapter 106-Return to the Milky Way
Translated by Snowfall77
“Reproduce? You and me?” Zelatu eyed Saman distrustfully.
Saman nodded: “Yes! We’re one gender and reproduce by spiritual energy. My previous pair disappeared a long time ago, and I’ve been searching for a new one ever since. Would you like to be my new pair?”
Zelatu glanced at Mozun and Wu Xingyun, before resting its gaze on Saman.
After a long moment, Zelatu finally nodded back to Saman: “All right. If we can make a new life, in turn I can teach you how to transform your hands into light blades.”
The Dark Temple warrior’s ship changed its course, heading for Zelatu’s home.
Having found a new pair, Saman tossed Mozun from its thoughts.
Saman and Zelatu made union, leaving Mozun and Wu Xingyun to their own devices.
When Mozun had heard that Saman could have an offspring, Mozun’s heart had actually been a little moved.
However, seeing just how Zelatu and Saman made a child, Mozun’s tender wistfulness utterly died.
Zelatu’s sharp blade pierced Saman’s chest, rending flesh and bone until it was buried in Saman’s heart.
After which Saman’s upper chest developed an unseemly bulge. About three months later, Saman’s chest split open again and a new life emerged.
It looked exactly like Zelatu, with the same red skin, red hair, and blades for hands.
Mozun sighed to himself—the Saer and humans truly were a very different species.
Reaching the Dark Temple warriors’ home base, Zelatu gave Mozun and Wu Xingyun a ship for their return to the Milky Way.
Saman, asked about its plans, said it was impossible to fight against its powerful former deity. All Saman wanted now was to survive and multiply on the fringes of the universe. Perhaps someday the Dark Temple warriors would rise strong again, possessing their own deities.
Wu Xingyun, for his part, had been closely observing Zelatu’s abilities.
Its invisibility was the same as Wu Xingyun’s. A Dark Temple warrior’s form only became permanently visible upon death.
But no matter how hard Wu Xingyun tried, Wu Xingyun couldn’t turn his hands to blades as Zelatu could.
Having left the Dark Temple warrior base and started their voyage home, Mozun lamented about the Saer: “It seems we’ll always be distinct from each other, no matter how many things we have in common with them.”
“I think the only reason we have any similarities at all is because we practiced from Mijia’s book,” Wu Xingyun replied. “But if you get down to the bone, in the end our genetics are not the same.”
Mozun gave a little laugh, turning his head to look at Wu Xingyun with a smile: “True. And the Dark Temple way of reproducing is rather horrifying.”
“Mmm.” Wu Xingyun agreed. “The human way is better.”
Having experienced the terrible strangeness of the Saer, never mind the deceptive bliss of the spirit link, Mozun contemplated his lover and thought that he too preferred the human way.
They were on a ship, just the two of them, sailing in a boundless universe. The voyage would be long, with absolutely no one to disturb them.
Giving them plenty of time to put their love-making preferences into action.
Later, having just finished a round, Wu Xingyun was still in Mozun’s embrace when Mozun suddenly teased with a low voice in Wu Xingyun’s ear: “What do you think, can I make your belly big someday?”
Shy and vexed, Wu Xingyun retorted: “If we follow the Saer way, wasn’t the one made pregnant the light elder with attributes like yours? You…… you should watch out for yourself.”
Eventually Mozun and Wu Xingyun reached the Milky Way location where Saman and Mozun had battled.
It was Federation territory and Mozun’s wariness of the Federation was still in full force. He had no intention of giving the Federation any information about the Saer just yet.
Abandoning the Dark Temple ship, the two men began to walk through space unprotected.
Wu Xingyun had fretted about leaving the ship: “You know how many light years we are from Alliance territory?! If Liu Meng doesn’t find us, we’ll be walking forever.”
Softly laughing, Mozun had whispered: “I’d gladly walk with you for a lifetime, it……would be good.”
Wu Xingyun’s worries proved to be foundless.
Although they were first spotted by Federation ships, and not Liu Meng’s scouts.
Ever since Wen Nuo had encountered Mozun’s disappearing act, Federation ships had been patrolling the border. Wen Nuo still believed that Mozun was deliberately avoiding the Federation, but couldn’t completely disregard Liu Meng’s words.
Moreover, the Federation needed to test out newly developed spaceships that used smaller amounts of fuel to make continuous jumps.
And the border was as good a place as any to do so.
The new spacecrafts was modestly-sized and nimble, requiring only one operator, and weighed about one hundred kilograms. They could, however, carry copious weapons and ammunition, for the Federation had originally developed them to deal with Mozun.
Called Wagelei, the ships’ crews were dutifully performing exercises when out of nowhere a dreadful lone man appeared.
A man the Federation well knew and feared. Warnings sounded and spread through the whole exercise squad.
“What’s he doing here?! Why is he here?!” The trepidatious commander still had unresolved trauma from the last sighting of Mozun battling the alien. Now Mozun’s horribly unexpected appearance threw the commander into an anxious tizzy.
“Is he here to deal with us?” An adjutant speculated out loud and quickly received orders.
“Evacuate, evacuate now!”
The Wagelei ships—made to handle the Night Shard—withdrew a split second after encountering him in the flesh.
Making lightning-fast short range jumps, the ships vanished without a trace before Mozun’s and Wu Xingyun’s eyes.
Mozun could only shake his head and ruefully laugh. He’d wanted to grab one of them for his own use, but before he could do anything they’d already ran away.
He simply had to continue his unarmed trek with Wu Xingyun.
Not until ten days later was Liu Meng informed by his spies that Mozun had shown up and encountered the Wagelei ships.
When Liu Meng learned that Mozun hadn’t been able to nab a Wagelei ship because they’d bolted so fast, Liu Meng didn’t whether to laugh or cry. Reduced to using diplomatic channels, Liu Meng requested a Federation ship pick up Mozun and return him to the Alliance.
Wen Nuo personally found Mozun’s return highly irritating and had no desire to give the mutant any kind of help whatsoever. But the hapless Federation government was scrabbling after the Alliance’s favor, and quickly selected their most fearless squad and most decrepit transport carrier to get Mozun back to his people.
Mozun was found easily enough, and after a short space jump, he and Wu Xingyun met Wen Nuo again.
Despite being deeply suspicious about the two’s strange disappearance and reappearance, Wen Nuo didn’t ask them many questions. He knew it’d be in vain.
Particularly when he saw how Wu Xingyun looked at and treated Mozun, Wen Nuo just felt that his heart was dead like ash.
Mozun did not rest in the Federation whatsoever, but made his way directly back to Alliance territory.
Liu Meng, Peng Dawei and the others, after being worried about Mozun’s and Wu Xingyun’s absence for so long, and then hearing about all that had happened with the Saer, became even more concerned.
At first they found it absurd that the white fog that had wrecked their lives and their planet had been nothing more than a tool of the Saer to make invasive immigration more convenient. Than came anger at the endless years of death and war caused by that same stinking fog. If they hadn’t somehow been lucky enough to mutate, they would’ve died from the fog’s first descent.
“Mozun, what do you plan to do?” Liu Meng asked.
Hesitation filled Mozun’s thoughts. He wasn’t afraid of the Duodao warriors, light elders, or even Dark Temple warriors. They would make fearsome adversaries to be sure, but nothing the mutants couldn’t fight.
The mutants had lived through the Great Nirvana. They needn’t to fear an enemy’s strength.
However—the unified light elder, that continuously growing, star-like entity was not something humans could contend with……
Neither could mutants……
All Mozun had been able to do, even with all his abilities, was run away from it. What would the other mutants be able to do?
Liu Meng and the other mutants did try to analyze the new situation. Just from hearing Mozun’s descriptions of the unified light elder, they were already sufficiently spooked.
More frightening was the fact that the Saer had only taken so long to invade the Milky Way because they’d been embroiled in a chaotic civil war with the Dark Temple warriors. However, the unified light elder had efficiently solved that problem. The Saer’s internecine conflict was over for now….
Meaning nothing stood between the Saer and their goal—‘immigration’ into the Milky Way, crushing everything in their path.
And if humanity was relying only on the strength of the remaining mutants……there way no way to withstand the Saer.
Mozun sighed to himself. Given another three years, the Alliance would’ve been able to swallow the Federation whole, along with its elite Ghost soldiers.
If the Alliance could have absorbed all the Federation’s technology, they’d be better situated for fighting off the Saer.
But now……
The Saer wouldn’t be allowing Mozun three years.
“Was it time for peace with the Federation?” That was the question lingering at the back of every mutant’s mind.
Mutants weren’t natural warmongers. But they had been betrayed, deceived, and treated like insects by the Federation. Unwilling to acquiesce to such abuse, the mutants had fought.
Even now, with the Saer threat looming before them, not one mutant trusted Federation.
Not one had forgotten Dai Rong’s death on the moon.
A body ripped to pieces.
Peng Dawei, the only surviving subordinate of Dai Rong’s, could never blot out the memory of his first leader’s mutilated corpse.
Clenching a fist, Peng Dawei pounded it on the table while a vein throbbed in his forehead: “Worst comes to worst, we throw away half the Milky Way and eliminate the Federation!”
Yet even as he said the words, his heart was filled with qualms.
Under a dual attack of the Saer and the Alliance, the Federation would be inevitably be annihilated.
And the Alliance getting hold of any of the Federation’s technology would be a best-case scenario. More likely the Federation’s science and technology would be destroyed by the Saer, making an additional disaster for the Alliance.
Unite—and fear being betrayed by your allies.
Don’t unite—face extermination.
Which option? How to choose?
The mutants debated, hearts torn, when all of a sudden came news from the Federation.
The president of the Federation was requesting a face-to-face meeting with Mozun—to discuss the Federation’s willingness to accept some of the Night Shard’s proposed peace conditions.
