DPM Chapter 17-Wedding Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
After difficult negotiations and a long, arduous journey, the galaxy’s long-anticipated day finally arrived.
The wedding had been postponed for two months and undergone some changes. But now, it was to be held as scheduled.
Wu Xingyun hadn’t slept at all during the night. He’d been poring over the ceremony details sent by Liu Meng. When he saw that the wedding would be broadcast to the entire galaxy, he’d wanted to run and tell the mechanics about Yuanxing’s communication abilities, that they could reach the Federation.
Yet before he even finished his thought, he realized that such communications would possess no confidentiality, no other use than for releasing general news.
In the early morning, Wu Xingyun nodded off on the papers before him. The alarm clock woke him after less than an hour. It was time to prepare.
He’d originally brought with him a bridal outfit, but it’d been lost along the way. He could only make do with a combat uniform.
Looking in the mirror, Wu Xingyun saw a dark, plain man in gray shirt and trousers. Putting on outer-armor, made of silvery alloy, a cold, almost colorless soldier peered back at him from the glass.
Not the same as Wu Xingyun remembered himself. He attempted a grin at himself. The smile seemed utterly fake. He quickly erased it off his face.
Taking a deep breath, Wu Xingyun slowly put his helmet on, pressing the button.
The helmet and the armor fused perfectly together, a light blue energy halo emanating. Now the reflection showed a faceless solider, weapon in hand, ready to fight.
Wu Xingyun disassembled and reassembled his gun once, steadying his mind. Then he saluted in the mirror and walked out of the room.
Outside, the team was already gathered, all equipped and wearing combat suits. Three days they’d been on Yuanxing land, and the five Federation flags they’d managed to manufacture were flapping in the wind.
Two workers and a farmer were staying to maintain basic base operations.
Meanwhile, the two scientists, loath to participate in boring activities, had actually volunteered to guard Ouyang Liu.
Although such academic guards were unnecessary, and would undoubtedly neglect their chosen duty, Wu Xingyun let them stay. While leaving three soldiers to guard the base perimeter.
The rest of the Federation people were attending the wedding.
Everything was ready. A lumbering machine, a rushed overnight production, was loaded with the now-meager dowry.
Wu Xingyun walked at the forefront, carrying a flag, dressed like all the troops behind him, icy helmets and steel armor.
Just outside the Federation base, Liu Meng had been waiting for a long time. His peacetime appearance was quite different. He stood alone, wearing a black suit, a pink rose pinned to his chest. Under the flower was a cloth tag with the words ‘best man’ written on it.
Following Liu Meng, Wu Xingyun and the others began marching across the vast grasslands, aiming towards Mozun’s mountain.
Aided by their technology, they traveled quickly. Crossing the plains in less than ten minutes, they arrived at the cratered mountain that was Mozun’s place of residence.
The past three days, Wu Xingyun had wondered what it would be like to living in such a place. Who could help being curious about the unknown?
However, when Wu Xingyun had climbed up to the crater and looked beyond it, he was still astonished.
On the other side of the mountain was a city, hard to take in with just a glance.
Architecture completely different from the Federation’s half-submerged buildings met Wu Xingyun’s eyes, a style he’d only seen in old pictures.
Tall buildings, flat streets, with a wide river flowing through, dividing the city in half.
Small aircraft swooped around, sprinkling rose-red petals down. Antique cars were parked on the streets, which were lined with clean shops, tidily stocked.
Exactly like what Wu Xingyun had seen in history books.
Except there was no one on the streets.
No one. The stores and the shopping centers, buildings all crammed in together, were empty. Only the trees were thriving, branches extending out, some skimming the ground.
The whole city was dressed up, red silk ribbons tied around each tree trunk. Only the spectators were missing.
A lonely place. No matter how pristine and orderly, the cavernous silence couldn’t be concealed.
On the roof of a high building, a man dressed in black perched on a railing protruding from the edge. His face wasn’t clear, but Wu Xingyun knew who it was, all the same. Mozun.
Wu Xingyun hadn’t guessed that Mozun would dwell in such an old-fashioned city. And he was surprised that a barren city could be so clean.
Liu Meng offered an explanation. “While we have more than a hundred mutants living here, and although Mozun wanted the wedding to be more lively, we could only clean things up. We weren’t able to gather more people.”
Without saying much, Wu Xingyun used the booster of his combat suit to jump down from the top of the crater, still carrying his flag.
As a small aircraft promptly flew over, the city’s loudspeakers turned on, wedding music pumping out.
Wu Xingyun felt disconcerted at the cheerless tokens. More small aircraft approached, and he relaxed when he saw they were unmanned. Pointing at a roadside building, Liu Meng informed him: “Please rest there for now. Mozun will personally come over to meet you soon. Also, after learning that your wedding clothes were lost, I prepared a new outfit for you. I hope you like it.”
Taking the proffered clothing, Wu Xingyun temporarily put them aside.
Occupying the building took precedent. He and his team got control of the high ground first, then Wu Xingyun entered a room with a huge mirror and examined the new ceremonial garb.
It was an olive-green uniform, odd-looking to Wu Xingyun, with epaulettes on the shoulders, their pattern consistent with Wu Xingyun’s rank. After he confirmed there was no problems, he shrugged on a pale green shirt and the darker jacket.
The undergarments he discarded as useless.
He didn’t have to wait long before he heard noises outside.
The unnecessary racket had been a requirement of Mozun’s, apparently a traditional wedding custom.
Mozun was to make his way through a series of inspections outside, and after giving out enough red envelopes, the guarding soldiers would let him in the room. Wu Xingyun didn’t like the ritual, but…It had been part of the compromise between the two sides.
At last, Wu Xingyun heard Mozun’s voice. “I guess my bridegroom is inside.”
The sound of the door being pulled open, and Mozun, along with a crowd of other people, appeared at the entry of the room.
As per the other side’s request, Wu Xingyun was seated, but he hadn’t complied with the ‘no shoes’ condition.
According to their prior agreement, Wu Xingyun was supposed to hide his shoes somewhere. Mozun was then to search around for them, find them and put them back on Wu Xingyun personally. Ending with Mozun carrying Wu Xingyun off in grand style.
Wu Xingyun had no wish for a scene like that to be played out publicly, in front of numerous people. Especially since it would be broadcast live too.
Raising his head slightly, Wu Xingyun spied a mutant outside with a video camera, along with countless others, rapidly pressing shutters, popping sounds proliferating.
Wu Xingyun stood up and walked to Mozun, forcing a feeble smile. “The details have changed a little, but I don’t think it affects what happens next.”
Before that, Mozun had been chattering to the people around him, calling for help to find lost shoes.
But as soon as Wu Xingyun had risen from his seat, Mozun easily noticed Wu Xingyun’s shoes still on his feet.
Mozun’s eyes moved slowly up Wu Xingyun’s body, his calves, thighs, waist, chest, neck, finally stopping to rest on Wu Xingyun’s face.
Together at close range, Wu Xingyun tried to read Mozun’s expression.
That unfeeling, indolent smile on Mozun’s lips was the same, but the eyes were changed.
His vision fixed on Wu Xingyun, the depths of Mozun’s black gaze rippled with different emotions.
A kind of look that weirded out Wu Xingyun, because while that smirk seemed solidified, Mozun’s complex look held infatuation, adoration, and hidden anguish.
DPM Chapter 17-Wedding Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
After difficult negotiations and a long, arduous journey, the galaxy’s long-anticipated day finally arrived.
The wedding had been postponed for two months and undergone some changes. But now, it was to be held as scheduled.
Wu Xingyun hadn’t slept at all during the night. He’d been poring over the ceremony details sent by Liu Meng. When he saw that the wedding would be broadcast to the entire galaxy, he’d wanted to run and tell the mechanics about Yuanxing’s communication abilities, that they could reach the Federation.
Yet before he even finished his thought, he realized that such communications would possess no confidentiality, no other use than for releasing general news.
In the early morning, Wu Xingyun nodded off on the papers before him. The alarm clock woke him after less than an hour. It was time to prepare.
He’d originally brought with him a bridal outfit, but it’d been lost along the way. He could only make do with a combat uniform.
Looking in the mirror, Wu Xingyun saw a dark, plain man in gray shirt and trousers. Putting on outer-armor, made of silvery alloy, a cold, almost colorless soldier peered back at him from the glass.
Not the same as Wu Xingyun remembered himself. He attempted a grin at himself. The smile seemed utterly fake. He quickly erased it off his face.
Taking a deep breath, Wu Xingyun slowly put his helmet on, pressing the button.
The helmet and the armor fused perfectly together, a light blue energy halo emanating. Now the reflection showed a faceless solider, weapon in hand, ready to fight.
Wu Xingyun disassembled and reassembled his gun once, steadying his mind. Then he saluted in the mirror and walked out of the room.
Outside, the team was already gathered, all equipped and wearing combat suits. Three days they’d been on Yuanxing land, and the five Federation flags they’d managed to manufacture were flapping in the wind.
Two workers and a farmer were staying to maintain basic base operations.
Meanwhile, the two scientists, loath to participate in boring activities, had actually volunteered to guard Ouyang Liu.
Although such academic guards were unnecessary, and would undoubtedly neglect their chosen duty, Wu Xingyun let them stay. While leaving three soldiers to guard the base perimeter.
The rest of the Federation people were attending the wedding.
Everything was ready. A lumbering machine, a rushed overnight production, was loaded with the now-meager dowry.
Wu Xingyun walked at the forefront, carrying a flag, dressed like all the troops behind him, icy helmets and steel armor.
Just outside the Federation base, Liu Meng had been waiting for a long time. His peacetime appearance was quite different. He stood alone, wearing a black suit, a pink rose pinned to his chest. Under the flower was a cloth tag with the words ‘best man’ written on it.
Following Liu Meng, Wu Xingyun and the others began marching across the vast grasslands, aiming towards Mozun’s mountain.
Aided by their technology, they traveled quickly. Crossing the plains in less than ten minutes, they arrived at the cratered mountain that was Mozun’s place of residence.
The past three days, Wu Xingyun had wondered what it would be like to living in such a place. Who could help being curious about the unknown?
However, when Wu Xingyun had climbed up to the crater and looked beyond it, he was still astonished.
On the other side of the mountain was a city, hard to take in with just a glance.
Architecture completely different from the Federation’s half-submerged buildings met Wu Xingyun’s eyes, a style he’d only seen in old pictures.
Tall buildings, flat streets, with a wide river flowing through, dividing the city in half.
Small aircraft swooped around, sprinkling rose-red petals down. Antique cars were parked on the streets, which were lined with clean shops, tidily stocked.
Exactly like what Wu Xingyun had seen in history books.
Except there was no one on the streets.
No one. The stores and the shopping centers, buildings all crammed in together, were empty. Only the trees were thriving, branches extending out, some skimming the ground.
The whole city was dressed up, red silk ribbons tied around each tree trunk. Only the spectators were missing.
A lonely place. No matter how pristine and orderly, the cavernous silence couldn’t be concealed.
On the roof of a high building, a man dressed in black perched on a railing protruding from the edge. His face wasn’t clear, but Wu Xingyun knew who it was, all the same. Mozun.
Wu Xingyun hadn’t guessed that Mozun would dwell in such an old-fashioned city. And he was surprised that a barren city could be so clean.
Liu Meng offered an explanation. “While we have more than a hundred mutants living here, and although Mozun wanted the wedding to be more lively, we could only clean things up. We weren’t able to gather more people.”
Without saying much, Wu Xingyun used the booster of his combat suit to jump down from the top of the crater, still carrying his flag.
As a small aircraft promptly flew over, the city’s loudspeakers turned on, wedding music pumping out.
Wu Xingyun felt disconcerted at the cheerless tokens. More small aircraft approached, and he relaxed when he saw they were unmanned. Pointing at a roadside building, Liu Meng informed him: “Please rest there for now. Mozun will personally come over to meet you soon. Also, after learning that your wedding clothes were lost, I prepared a new outfit for you. I hope you like it.”
Taking the proffered clothing, Wu Xingyun temporarily put them aside.
Occupying the building took precedent. He and his team got control of the high ground first, then Wu Xingyun entered a room with a huge mirror and examined the new ceremonial garb.
It was an olive-green uniform, odd-looking to Wu Xingyun, with epaulettes on the shoulders, their pattern consistent with Wu Xingyun’s rank. After he confirmed there was no problems, he shrugged on a pale green shirt and the darker jacket.
The undergarments he discarded as useless.
He didn’t have to wait long before he heard noises outside.
The unnecessary racket had been a requirement of Mozun’s, apparently a traditional wedding custom.
Mozun was to make his way through a series of inspections outside, and after giving out enough red envelopes, the guarding soldiers would let him in the room. Wu Xingyun didn’t like the ritual, but…It had been part of the compromise between the two sides.
At last, Wu Xingyun heard Mozun’s voice. “I guess my bridegroom is inside.”
The sound of the door being pulled open, and Mozun, along with a crowd of other people, appeared at the entry of the room.
As per the other side’s request, Wu Xingyun was seated, but he hadn’t complied with the ‘no shoes’ condition.
According to their prior agreement, Wu Xingyun was supposed to hide his shoes somewhere. Mozun was then to search around for them, find them and put them back on Wu Xingyun personally. Ending with Mozun carrying Wu Xingyun off in grand style.
Wu Xingyun had no wish for a scene like that to be played out publicly, in front of numerous people. Especially since it would be broadcast live too.
Raising his head slightly, Wu Xingyun spied a mutant outside with a video camera, along with countless others, rapidly pressing shutters, popping sounds proliferating.
Wu Xingyun stood up and walked to Mozun, forcing a feeble smile. “The details have changed a little, but I don’t think it affects what happens next.”
Before that, Mozun had been chattering to the people around him, calling for help to find lost shoes.
But as soon as Wu Xingyun had risen from his seat, Mozun easily noticed Wu Xingyun’s shoes still on his feet.
Mozun’s eyes moved slowly up Wu Xingyun’s body, his calves, thighs, waist, chest, neck, finally stopping to rest on Wu Xingyun’s face.
Together at close range, Wu Xingyun tried to read Mozun’s expression.
That unfeeling, indolent smile on Mozun’s lips was the same, but the eyes were changed.
His vision fixed on Wu Xingyun, the depths of Mozun’s black gaze rippled with different emotions.
A kind of look that weirded out Wu Xingyun, because while that smirk seemed solidified, Mozun’s complex look held infatuation, adoration, and hidden anguish.
