DPM Chapter 112-Ending
Translated by Snowfall77
Wu Xingyun was instantly alarmed. Wen Nuo was the Marshal of the Federation army. How could he possibly volunteer for such a task?
Wanting to argue, Wu Xingyun tried to think of something, anything, convincing to say. But Wen Nuo was gazing deeply at him through the screen, and Wu Xingyun suddenly understood Wen Nuo’s thinking.
Expression serene, Wen Nuo spoke slowly to Wu Xingyun: “You……I don’t blame you for betraying the Federation. After all you had all those experiences. Me though? I will keep my vow to live or die with Federation. I can never shake hands with the Night Shard.”
Wen Nuo left unspoken one last hope. If Wu Xingyun could survive a nuclear explosion and travel through space and time to meet his true love, maybe the same could happen for Wen Nuo……
Informing his men of his plan, Wen Nuo ignored any objections.
He piloted his small ship directly at the light elders.
It disappeared from view and all that was left was Wen Nuo’s voice over the radio.
“Approaching the Saer. Five light-years,-three light-years, -three million meters, -hundred thousand meters, -five thousand meters, -five hundred meters, -one hundred meters. Bomb fired.”
From about a million meters away, Wagelei ships that had followed behind Wen Nuo launched whatever unused nukes they had at the coordinates Wen Nuo had specified.
Immense light swelled, illumining the cosmos for a brief moment as the Wagelei ships jumped back to a safe distance. Mozun watched the explosion surging, his heart somber.
The light elders’ true union was not to be, their bodies reduced to ashes.
In the first small-scale battle between humanity and the Saer, humanity emerged the winner by a narrow margin.
In the ages to come, the Saer would keep migrating from the Andromeda Galaxy to the Milky Way in a steady stream. Military campaigns a hundred times, even a thousand times, larger than this one battle would be fought.
But that was the future.
Wen Nuo was dead. While Mozun and his mutants were alive. And as Wen Nuo had predicted, the Federation fell to pieces, swallowed up by the Alliance in less than three years. The Alliance didn’t even have to physically fight to achieve it. A war of social and economic attrition was all that was needed.
When Mozun and Wu Xingyun returned to their planet, their child opened his eyes for the first time.
Happiness overwhelmed them both as they took their son out of his incubator and held him in their arms, the sounds of his healthy cries easing some of Wu Xingyun’s grief over Wen Nuo.
Time marched on. Ruling over the Milky Way, most of the mutants chose to have children.
What good was a never-ending meaningless life? It was far more desirable to watch their descendants grow.
Wu Xingyun and Mozun were no exception. Conflicts of the past resolved, their lives moved forward.
Mutants’ descendants were stronger than ordinary people. They had a life span of about three hundred years and greater spiritual force. And although they weren’t immortal, they could withstand more brutal attacks than the average person.
Though none of the mutants’ descendants could reach the heights of Mozun’s powers, their number increased day by day. By reproducing with regular humans, the mutants were also continuously improving human genomes.
In the past, Luo Ying had spoken of natural selection and ‘survival of the fittest.’ She just hadn’t known at the time which direction the path of evolution would take. But now there was an answer.
It was—stronger.
Three hundred years later, the second wave of Saer descended upon the Milky Way.
However, whether it be technologically or in sheer strength, humanity was no longer what it’d once been. Making use of their time, they’d also sent many spies to study the Saer.
There was no more Alliance, no more Federation. Led by a distinguished leader who’d formed the Galactic Empire, humanity lived in harmony with each other.
If one were to read about the founding emperor—
His last name was Ye, his first name was Wu, and he’d been grown in a lab.
He’d had two fathers. When he’d turned a hundred years old, his fathers had reached the end of their lives and were laid to rest on a planet called Earth, the place from which humanity had originated.
The specific location of their bodies was difficult to know. Some historians speculated that the two were buried together at a place called the Tibetan Plateau.
Why that particular location for burial was unclear.
Only Ye Fan had known.
After Wu Xingyun had died, Ye Fan had taken his lover’s body and sailed the galaxy until coming back to a place he’d never forgotten.
Where on a blizzarding day filled with despair, he’d met a small soldier.
A soldier with a beautiful smile.
And Ye Fan had said: “Don’t leave me behind……please don’t leave me……”
No matter where you go, I’ll follow. Whether in life or in death.
It is where they first met and it is where they sleep.
DPM Chapter 112-Ending
Translated by Snowfall77
Wu Xingyun was instantly alarmed. Wen Nuo was the Marshal of the Federation army. How could he possibly volunteer for such a task?
Wanting to argue, Wu Xingyun tried to think of something, anything, convincing to say. But Wen Nuo was gazing deeply at him through the screen, and Wu Xingyun suddenly understood Wen Nuo’s thinking.
Expression serene, Wen Nuo spoke slowly to Wu Xingyun: “You……I don’t blame you for betraying the Federation. After all you had all those experiences. Me though? I will keep my vow to live or die with Federation. I can never shake hands with the Night Shard.”
Wen Nuo left unspoken one last hope. If Wu Xingyun could survive a nuclear explosion and travel through space and time to meet his true love, maybe the same could happen for Wen Nuo……
Informing his men of his plan, Wen Nuo ignored any objections.
He piloted his small ship directly at the light elders.
It disappeared from view and all that was left was Wen Nuo’s voice over the radio.
“Approaching the Saer. Five light-years,-three light-years, -three million meters, -hundred thousand meters, -five thousand meters, -five hundred meters, -one hundred meters. Bomb fired.”
From about a million meters away, Wagelei ships that had followed behind Wen Nuo launched whatever unused nukes they had at the coordinates Wen Nuo had specified.
Immense light swelled, illumining the cosmos for a brief moment as the Wagelei ships jumped back to a safe distance. Mozun watched the explosion surging, his heart somber.
The light elders’ true union was not to be, their bodies reduced to ashes.
In the first small-scale battle between humanity and the Saer, humanity emerged the winner by a narrow margin.
In the ages to come, the Saer would keep migrating from the Andromeda Galaxy to the Milky Way in a steady stream. Military campaigns a hundred times, even a thousand times, larger than this one battle would be fought.
But that was the future.
Wen Nuo was dead. While Mozun and his mutants were alive. And as Wen Nuo had predicted, the Federation fell to pieces, swallowed up by the Alliance in less than three years. The Alliance didn’t even have to physically fight to achieve it. A war of social and economic attrition was all that was needed.
When Mozun and Wu Xingyun returned to their planet, their child opened his eyes for the first time.
Happiness overwhelmed them both as they took their son out of his incubator and held him in their arms, the sounds of his healthy cries easing some of Wu Xingyun’s grief over Wen Nuo.
Time marched on. Ruling over the Milky Way, most of the mutants chose to have children.
What good was a never-ending meaningless life? It was far more desirable to watch their descendants grow.
Wu Xingyun and Mozun were no exception. Conflicts of the past resolved, their lives moved forward.
Mutants’ descendants were stronger than ordinary people. They had a life span of about three hundred years and greater spiritual force. And although they weren’t immortal, they could withstand more brutal attacks than the average person.
Though none of the mutants’ descendants could reach the heights of Mozun’s powers, their number increased day by day. By reproducing with regular humans, the mutants were also continuously improving human genomes.
In the past, Luo Ying had spoken of natural selection and ‘survival of the fittest.’ She just hadn’t known at the time which direction the path of evolution would take. But now there was an answer.
It was—stronger.
Three hundred years later, the second wave of Saer descended upon the Milky Way.
However, whether it be technologically or in sheer strength, humanity was no longer what it’d once been. Making use of their time, they’d also sent many spies to study the Saer.
There was no more Alliance, no more Federation. Led by a distinguished leader who’d formed the Galactic Empire, humanity lived in harmony with each other.
If one were to read about the founding emperor—
His last name was Ye, his first name was Wu, and he’d been grown in a lab.
He’d had two fathers. When he’d turned a hundred years old, his fathers had reached the end of their lives and were laid to rest on a planet called Earth, the place from which humanity had originated.
The specific location of their bodies was difficult to know. Some historians speculated that the two were buried together at a place called the Tibetan Plateau.
Why that particular location for burial was unclear.
Only Ye Fan had known.
After Wu Xingyun had died, Ye Fan had taken his lover’s body and sailed the galaxy until coming back to a place he’d never forgotten.
Where on a blizzarding day filled with despair, he’d met a small soldier.
A soldier with a beautiful smile.
And Ye Fan had said: “Don’t leave me behind……please don’t leave me……”
No matter where you go, I’ll follow. Whether in life or in death.
It is where they first met and it is where they sleep.
