DPM Chapter 88-Waiting For Millennia Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
After his fall back to Earth, it took Mozun about three days to wake up. The sky was dark, and Mozun thought, if he was remembering correctly, it was the fifteenth of the lunar calendar.
There were no clouds in the night sky, yet the moon that should have been shining bright was gone forever.
He was surrounded by the immortal mutants who’d fought alongside him.
Though they didn’t yet know they could live endlessly.
The Earth had been ruined, suffering yet another blow. What remained in life to hope for? They were sinking into an abyss of blazing flames.
No mutant was undamaged. They all had injuries, ranging in severity, and Mozun was no exception.
He could only imagine the damage to his body if he’d been directly hit with that black hole weapon.
When he thought about that shell, with all its powers of destruction, firing on Wu Xingyun, Mozun felt like he couldn’t breathe. He could barely get on his feet.
“He’s dead……He died to save me……” Incessant thoughts tortured Mozun, filling him with self-doubt.
“It was me. I shouldn’t have chased that ship. If my heart hadn’t been filled with hatred, he wouldn’t have left me……”
Mozun lifted his eyes, searching, hoping to see that person made visible. The scene he saw instead only caused him to despairingly lose what little heart he had left.
Trees and plants were decimated, many areas still burning. The composition of the Earth’s atmosphere had completely altered, filled with strange scents.
Perceiving everything around him was a double blow to Mozun. He almost collapsed, and kneeling on the blasted ground, Wu Xingyun’s death played over and over in his mind. Deep wails of grief welled up from Mozun’s chest, the only thing that gave him any relief.
In the following days, Mozun lived the most dispirited time of his life. He lost his willpower, even his instinct for survival. He aimlessly muddled through his days until he overheard Liu Meng say: “Wu Yun is gone. My eighteenth birthday will never come.” Then Mozun seriously considered dying.
Hatred possessed him, yet he couldn’t find his enemy. The Federation was long gone, and there was no way for Mozun to meet them again in this lifetime.
And his loved one……Mozun couldn’t even recover the body……
Ten years. Twenty years.
The mutants seemed to sleepwalk through passing time. They still lived on Earth, but there was no goal to work for and no direction to follow.
Thirty years. Forty years.
Gradually they discovered that they weren’t growing old. Not only that though. They found they were infertile, completely unable to reproduce.
Fifty years passed. And that was when Mozun finally understood the words Luo Ying had written to him—’Your life ought to continue a long, long time. But it will be lonely.’
Lonely?
Mozun couldn’t hardly face the loneliness. He couldn’t even muster up the motivation to do practices from his special book.
The Federation was light years away, a distance that……Mozun couldn’t reach across.
Eighty years. Crouching on the river bank, gazing into the water, Mozun took in his unageing face. He watched the mutants around him and finally understood one thing clearly.
He won’t die.
None the mutants would die a natural death. Not one of them was deteriorating physically.
They had obtained inexhaustible life.
What ludicrous thing couldn’t they do?
Mozun slightly raised his head, staring off into the sky.
It didn’t matter if the enemy was at the farthest reaches of the universe. But……What if Mozun’s person wasn’t dead? What if the Federation had just captured the soldier?
What if, one day, the two of them could meet once again?
A hundred years after the battles on the moon, a hundred years after he’d fallen back to earth, Mozun began to travel the universe.
At that time, he ran across a team of planetary agricultural engineers—the Federal Agricultural Engineering team.
Time had not erased the bad blood between the two sides, the animosity always on the verge of boiling over. Having endured for a hundred years, Mozun searched every Federation colony like a madman, trying to find even a hint of Wu Xingyun’s whereabouts.
He’d firmly convinced himself that Wu Xingyun was alive. That Wu Xingyun also possessed eternal life.
But Mozun’s hunt only led to one contradiction after another.
The Federation have never forgotten their battles with the mutants on Earth’s moon, teaching each generation that it was the Night Shard who was responsible for all those Federal citizens’ deaths.
What started as friction turned to small scrapes, until eventually evolving into war.
Deep hatred flourished in everyone’s heart. Particularly when the mutants seized a Federation stronghold for the first time. There they found classified documents and discovered that their ongoing infertility had been a strategic objective of the Federation. That knowledge only fanned the flames of the mutants’ rage.
Not one had forgotten what the Federation had done. Abandoned the people on Earth, deceived and murdered Qinglong, dropped the two bombs that killed the Earth’s ordinary population, until finally blowing up the moon, causing even more death.
Time slipped by like water through fingers, yet enmity hadn’t been diluted. It was profoundly rooted, entrenched to the bone.
The Alliance’s hatred of the Federation was built on a painful accumulation of memories. While the Federation tightly clung to the version of history they’d settled on.
Conflicts exploded, the mutants wresting science and technology from the Federation. The Alliance gained more knowledge than even the greatest Federation scientists knew.
After all, the mutants had never-ending life. They had all the time they wanted to learn, to intensively delve into their studies.
Whereas for the Federation, no matter how genius their scientists, they could only live a hundred years.
Finally, in his many battles with the Federation, Mozun gradually mastered strategy, tactics, and deception.
He didn’t care how the Federation portrayed him, even less did he pay any attention to what hundreds of millions of ordinary Federal people thought of him.
His heart long since dead, he lived only for vengeance and the search for his long-dead lover.
Slowly, as time passed, the areas under his jurisdiction grew bigger and bigger.
His original name, who still knew it? Wasn’t he only the Night Shard now?
The devil, the demon of old.
But deep inside he longed for a day when a soldier with a dazzling smile would stand in front of him and call his name—‘Ye Fan.’
DPM Chapter 88-Waiting For Millennia Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
After his fall back to Earth, it took Mozun about three days to wake up. The sky was dark, and Mozun thought, if he was remembering correctly, it was the fifteenth of the lunar calendar.
There were no clouds in the night sky, yet the moon that should have been shining bright was gone forever.
He was surrounded by the immortal mutants who’d fought alongside him.
Though they didn’t yet know they could live endlessly.
The Earth had been ruined, suffering yet another blow. What remained in life to hope for? They were sinking into an abyss of blazing flames.
No mutant was undamaged. They all had injuries, ranging in severity, and Mozun was no exception.
He could only imagine the damage to his body if he’d been directly hit with that black hole weapon.
When he thought about that shell, with all its powers of destruction, firing on Wu Xingyun, Mozun felt like he couldn’t breathe. He could barely get on his feet.
“He’s dead……He died to save me……” Incessant thoughts tortured Mozun, filling him with self-doubt.
“It was me. I shouldn’t have chased that ship. If my heart hadn’t been filled with hatred, he wouldn’t have left me……”
Mozun lifted his eyes, searching, hoping to see that person made visible. The scene he saw instead only caused him to despairingly lose what little heart he had left.
Trees and plants were decimated, many areas still burning. The composition of the Earth’s atmosphere had completely altered, filled with strange scents.
Perceiving everything around him was a double blow to Mozun. He almost collapsed, and kneeling on the blasted ground, Wu Xingyun’s death played over and over in his mind. Deep wails of grief welled up from Mozun’s chest, the only thing that gave him any relief.
In the following days, Mozun lived the most dispirited time of his life. He lost his willpower, even his instinct for survival. He aimlessly muddled through his days until he overheard Liu Meng say: “Wu Yun is gone. My eighteenth birthday will never come.” Then Mozun seriously considered dying.
Hatred possessed him, yet he couldn’t find his enemy. The Federation was long gone, and there was no way for Mozun to meet them again in this lifetime.
And his loved one……Mozun couldn’t even recover the body……
Ten years. Twenty years.
The mutants seemed to sleepwalk through passing time. They still lived on Earth, but there was no goal to work for and no direction to follow.
Thirty years. Forty years.
Gradually they discovered that they weren’t growing old. Not only that though. They found they were infertile, completely unable to reproduce.
Fifty years passed. And that was when Mozun finally understood the words Luo Ying had written to him—’Your life ought to continue a long, long time. But it will be lonely.’
Lonely?
Mozun couldn’t hardly face the loneliness. He couldn’t even muster up the motivation to do practices from his special book.
The Federation was light years away, a distance that……Mozun couldn’t reach across.
Eighty years. Crouching on the river bank, gazing into the water, Mozun took in his unageing face. He watched the mutants around him and finally understood one thing clearly.
He won’t die.
None the mutants would die a natural death. Not one of them was deteriorating physically.
They had obtained inexhaustible life.
What ludicrous thing couldn’t they do?
Mozun slightly raised his head, staring off into the sky.
It didn’t matter if the enemy was at the farthest reaches of the universe. But……What if Mozun’s person wasn’t dead? What if the Federation had just captured the soldier?
What if, one day, the two of them could meet once again?
A hundred years after the battles on the moon, a hundred years after he’d fallen back to earth, Mozun began to travel the universe.
At that time, he ran across a team of planetary agricultural engineers—the Federal Agricultural Engineering team.
Time had not erased the bad blood between the two sides, the animosity always on the verge of boiling over. Having endured for a hundred years, Mozun searched every Federation colony like a madman, trying to find even a hint of Wu Xingyun’s whereabouts.
He’d firmly convinced himself that Wu Xingyun was alive. That Wu Xingyun also possessed eternal life.
But Mozun’s hunt only led to one contradiction after another.
The Federation have never forgotten their battles with the mutants on Earth’s moon, teaching each generation that it was the Night Shard who was responsible for all those Federal citizens’ deaths.
What started as friction turned to small scrapes, until eventually evolving into war.
Deep hatred flourished in everyone’s heart. Particularly when the mutants seized a Federation stronghold for the first time. There they found classified documents and discovered that their ongoing infertility had been a strategic objective of the Federation. That knowledge only fanned the flames of the mutants’ rage.
Not one had forgotten what the Federation had done. Abandoned the people on Earth, deceived and murdered Qinglong, dropped the two bombs that killed the Earth’s ordinary population, until finally blowing up the moon, causing even more death.
Time slipped by like water through fingers, yet enmity hadn’t been diluted. It was profoundly rooted, entrenched to the bone.
The Alliance’s hatred of the Federation was built on a painful accumulation of memories. While the Federation tightly clung to the version of history they’d settled on.
Conflicts exploded, the mutants wresting science and technology from the Federation. The Alliance gained more knowledge than even the greatest Federation scientists knew.
After all, the mutants had never-ending life. They had all the time they wanted to learn, to intensively delve into their studies.
Whereas for the Federation, no matter how genius their scientists, they could only live a hundred years.
Finally, in his many battles with the Federation, Mozun gradually mastered strategy, tactics, and deception.
He didn’t care how the Federation portrayed him, even less did he pay any attention to what hundreds of millions of ordinary Federal people thought of him.
His heart long since dead, he lived only for vengeance and the search for his long-dead lover.
Slowly, as time passed, the areas under his jurisdiction grew bigger and bigger.
His original name, who still knew it? Wasn’t he only the Night Shard now?
The devil, the demon of old.
But deep inside he longed for a day when a soldier with a dazzling smile would stand in front of him and call his name—‘Ye Fan.’
