DPM Chapter 88-Waiting For Millennia Part 2
Translated by Snowfall77
The vast desolate universe spread boundlessly The first time Mozun had met the soldier, the time he’d been last separated from the soldier, those were now events in the far past. Two thousand years had stretched out, filling Mozun’s life with all kinds of affairs.
Mozun launched another attack on the Federation, whose weapons were continuously changing. From the original black hole bomb to the mechas, now the Federation was fighting with Ghost soldiers.
If one could insist that Mozun choose his preference, he liked the Ghost soldiers the most. Because they shared a certain characteristic with the person in Mozun’s heart.
It was an empty, lonely planet, red sand endlessly splayed across its surface. Mozun stood by the barracks, staring into distance.
Facing the final stage of a military campaign that was likely to be the end of Federation, Mozun wondered if the hatred of a couple thousand years would fade away. And what if that point in time came and Mozun still couldn’t find his beloved? What would he do then?
He had no idea. Alone, Mozun left the barracks, aimlessly wandering, looking up into the sky. He couldn’t stop himself from remembering the first time he’d seen his soldier.
At the most desperate moments of his life, battered by numbing wind and snow, the soldier had appeared before Mozun like something divine……
Hit by the recollection, a dull ache drilled through Mozun.
Then suddenly sensing a familiar flavor in the air, Mozun turned his head, spotting an enemy that’d been hitherto concealed in the sand.
A Ghost soldier, covered in gray armor, with a round helmet that reflected Mozun’s figure back to himself.
Mozun vaguely felt that he’d been shot, a pain in his chest he couldn’t describe. Glancing down, he saw that the Ghost soldier had hit his heart.
Collapsing to the ground, Mozun considered that perhaps he’d lived long enough. Death by the hands of a Ghost soldier……wasn’t it a kind of release?
Instead of killing the small soldier, Mozun’s customary way of dealing with his enemies, the mutant was content to watch the Federal soldier flee.
And the posture of that running body inexplicably gave Mozun a burst of happiness.
That figure was so like one that Mozun had known well, so similar to the shadow that dwelled in the bottom of Mozun’s heart.
Three months later, when there was ceasefire, people knew Mozun had been ambushed by Ghost soldiers. Just no one realized he’d actually been injured.
Only Mozun was aware that his life was already finished.
Although he was haunted by an absurd wish.
He wanted to see the face of his small soldier who’d shot him. Even if the only way to do so was to broker peace.
When the news broke amongst the mutants that Mozun was marrying a Federal soldier, some found it strange. It made them uneasy. Others were exceedingly angry.
Liu Meng, in particular. Giving Mozun a great slap across the face, Liu Meng yelled: “Are you crazy?! Have you forgotten how Yun died, that you’d actually marry a Federal soldier? How can you desecrate his memory like this?!”
Mozun didn’t retaliate against Liu Meng. But rather used a couple of sentences to convince the younger mutant: “The Ghost soldier, his name is Wu Xingyun. His appearance……it’s very like Yun’s. Don’t you want to see him again?”
Liu Meng glared skeptically at Mozun, until finally nodding: “I’ll go receive that person. If you’re lying to me……If you actually fell in love with someone else……I’ll absolutely never forgive you. I’ll……I’ll kill the bastard!”
When Liu Meng did see Wu Xingyun on the Federation spaceship, the younger, softer soldier did not give the same impression as the Yun Liu Meng had known. Although Liu Meng looked at Wu Xingyun through the glass for a long, long time, grudgingly admitting to himself that there was a tiny bit of resemblance between the two men.
Forgiving Mozun a little in his heart, Liu Meng acknowledged that two thousand years of suffering……Who could endure it?
If Mozun just wanted to look at that foolish Federal soldier, then—let Mozun look.
Though no one had anticipated what happened next.
The myriad events of the wedding night. Immediately followed by the burning of the building where the photos of Wu Yun were kept. Mozun adjusting to Wu Xingyun’s presence. Even being unrestrainedly indulgent with the Federal soldier. It all challenged Liu Meng’s bottom line.
And then Mozun had returned from his honeymoon with Wu Xingyun, wounded heart apparently entirely healed. Had Mozun forgotten the long years of hatred? Forgotten Yun’s death? Now Mozun was holding and kissing that upstart? Making him promises? It was more than Liu Meng could bear.
Liu Meng knew it wasn’t the Federation soldier’s fault, it’d been an arranged marriage for the sake of peace. No, the disloyal one was Mozun.
While Mozun was cavorting on a honeymoon with Wu Xingyun, Liu Meng’s thoughts were filled with the man from two thousand years ago. Liu Meng had been so determined, waiting for his eighteenth birthday, intent on challenging Mozun for the man’s affection. Only to find the thing he’d waited for was Yun dying.
At last Liu Meng stepped in, organizing what he believed should happen.
Wu Xingyun had accordingly been driven out. Just for Liu Meng to watch Mozun pine and wither away.
“Maybe something has changed.” Mozun sat on the roof, talking with Liu Meng. “I’ve never forgotten Yun, but I liked being with Wu Xingyun. I liked having him by my side. He made me forget all these past years, like he was giving me a little taste of the life I should’ve had.”
“I believe true love only comes once……but maybe I felt something for him.”
Mozun stood up. “I’m going to Federation territory to do some business. If, by any small chance, I see him and bring him back……don’t make things difficult for him anymore.”
Then, boarding a ship, Mozun left.
Liu Meng had stared blankly at Mozun’s departing back, not knowing the right thing to do.
If Mozun did fall in love with someone else, what could Liu Meng do for the dead?
“Would you want him to be happy?” Liu Meng murmured to the quiet sky.
“I let you down, I didn’t watch after him properly……and I don’t want to make any more trouble for him……because I can’t help it either. Whenever I see that Federal soldier, he makes me think of you.”
Later, the mutants close to Mozun found out exactly who Wu Xingyun was.
When the physicist Kinson calculated the location of Wu Xingyun’s return, most of the mutants in the know got rather impassioned.
They were waiting. But for a miracle or a tragedy?
Would Wu Xingyun come back alive? Or would he be a floating corpse?
A year passed and the soldier did not emerge.
Two years, three years, five years, ten years……
Wu Xingyun was still gone.
Mutants observed Mozun with concern.
What was time? The physicist called it a concept of cosmology, spanning billions of years.
It could take Wu Xingyun tens of thousands of years to reappear.
But the longer the time, the greater the despair.
“Maybe……maybe he’d really dead.” Liu Meng tried to talk to Mozun, “You shouldn’t grieve too much.”
Mozun didn’t answer. On the edge of the Milky Way galaxy, in what was still Federation territory, he secretly waited.
Perhaps he’d be waiting another twenty years. Or perhaps his lover would come the next second.
Who knew?
End of Arc 2
cosmology
n. The study of the physical universe considered as a totality of phenomena in time and space.
n. The astrophysical study of the history, structure, and constituent dynamics of the universe.
DPM Chapter 88-Waiting For Millennia Part 2
Translated by Snowfall77
The vast desolate universe spread boundlessly The first time Mozun had met the soldier, the time he’d been last separated from the soldier, those were now events in the far past. Two thousand years had stretched out, filling Mozun’s life with all kinds of affairs.
Mozun launched another attack on the Federation, whose weapons were continuously changing. From the original black hole bomb to the mechas, now the Federation was fighting with Ghost soldiers.
If one could insist that Mozun choose his preference, he liked the Ghost soldiers the most. Because they shared a certain characteristic with the person in Mozun’s heart.
It was an empty, lonely planet, red sand endlessly splayed across its surface. Mozun stood by the barracks, staring into distance.
Facing the final stage of a military campaign that was likely to be the end of Federation, Mozun wondered if the hatred of a couple thousand years would fade away. And what if that point in time came and Mozun still couldn’t find his beloved? What would he do then?
He had no idea. Alone, Mozun left the barracks, aimlessly wandering, looking up into the sky. He couldn’t stop himself from remembering the first time he’d seen his soldier.
At the most desperate moments of his life, battered by numbing wind and snow, the soldier had appeared before Mozun like something divine……
Hit by the recollection, a dull ache drilled through Mozun.
Then suddenly sensing a familiar flavor in the air, Mozun turned his head, spotting an enemy that’d been hitherto concealed in the sand.
A Ghost soldier, covered in gray armor, with a round helmet that reflected Mozun’s figure back to himself.
Mozun vaguely felt that he’d been shot, a pain in his chest he couldn’t describe. Glancing down, he saw that the Ghost soldier had hit his heart.
Collapsing to the ground, Mozun considered that perhaps he’d lived long enough. Death by the hands of a Ghost soldier……wasn’t it a kind of release?
Instead of killing the small soldier, Mozun’s customary way of dealing with his enemies, the mutant was content to watch the Federal soldier flee.
And the posture of that running body inexplicably gave Mozun a burst of happiness.
That figure was so like one that Mozun had known well, so similar to the shadow that dwelled in the bottom of Mozun’s heart.
Three months later, when there was ceasefire, people knew Mozun had been ambushed by Ghost soldiers. Just no one realized he’d actually been injured.
Only Mozun was aware that his life was already finished.
Although he was haunted by an absurd wish.
He wanted to see the face of his small soldier who’d shot him. Even if the only way to do so was to broker peace.
When the news broke amongst the mutants that Mozun was marrying a Federal soldier, some found it strange. It made them uneasy. Others were exceedingly angry.
Liu Meng, in particular. Giving Mozun a great slap across the face, Liu Meng yelled: “Are you crazy?! Have you forgotten how Yun died, that you’d actually marry a Federal soldier? How can you desecrate his memory like this?!”
Mozun didn’t retaliate against Liu Meng. But rather used a couple of sentences to convince the younger mutant: “The Ghost soldier, his name is Wu Xingyun. His appearance……it’s very like Yun’s. Don’t you want to see him again?”
Liu Meng glared skeptically at Mozun, until finally nodding: “I’ll go receive that person. If you’re lying to me……If you actually fell in love with someone else……I’ll absolutely never forgive you. I’ll……I’ll kill the bastard!”
When Liu Meng did see Wu Xingyun on the Federation spaceship, the younger, softer soldier did not give the same impression as the Yun Liu Meng had known. Although Liu Meng looked at Wu Xingyun through the glass for a long, long time, grudgingly admitting to himself that there was a tiny bit of resemblance between the two men.
Forgiving Mozun a little in his heart, Liu Meng acknowledged that two thousand years of suffering……Who could endure it?
If Mozun just wanted to look at that foolish Federal soldier, then—let Mozun look.
Though no one had anticipated what happened next.
The myriad events of the wedding night. Immediately followed by the burning of the building where the photos of Wu Yun were kept. Mozun adjusting to Wu Xingyun’s presence. Even being unrestrainedly indulgent with the Federal soldier. It all challenged Liu Meng’s bottom line.
And then Mozun had returned from his honeymoon with Wu Xingyun, wounded heart apparently entirely healed. Had Mozun forgotten the long years of hatred? Forgotten Yun’s death? Now Mozun was holding and kissing that upstart? Making him promises? It was more than Liu Meng could bear.
Liu Meng knew it wasn’t the Federation soldier’s fault, it’d been an arranged marriage for the sake of peace. No, the disloyal one was Mozun.
While Mozun was cavorting on a honeymoon with Wu Xingyun, Liu Meng’s thoughts were filled with the man from two thousand years ago. Liu Meng had been so determined, waiting for his eighteenth birthday, intent on challenging Mozun for the man’s affection. Only to find the thing he’d waited for was Yun dying.
At last Liu Meng stepped in, organizing what he believed should happen.
Wu Xingyun had accordingly been driven out. Just for Liu Meng to watch Mozun pine and wither away.
“Maybe something has changed.” Mozun sat on the roof, talking with Liu Meng. “I’ve never forgotten Yun, but I liked being with Wu Xingyun. I liked having him by my side. He made me forget all these past years, like he was giving me a little taste of the life I should’ve had.”
“I believe true love only comes once……but maybe I felt something for him.”
Mozun stood up. “I’m going to Federation territory to do some business. If, by any small chance, I see him and bring him back……don’t make things difficult for him anymore.”
Then, boarding a ship, Mozun left.
Liu Meng had stared blankly at Mozun’s departing back, not knowing the right thing to do.
If Mozun did fall in love with someone else, what could Liu Meng do for the dead?
“Would you want him to be happy?” Liu Meng murmured to the quiet sky.
“I let you down, I didn’t watch after him properly……and I don’t want to make any more trouble for him……because I can’t help it either. Whenever I see that Federal soldier, he makes me think of you.”
Later, the mutants close to Mozun found out exactly who Wu Xingyun was.
When the physicist Kinson calculated the location of Wu Xingyun’s return, most of the mutants in the know got rather impassioned.
They were waiting. But for a miracle or a tragedy?
Would Wu Xingyun come back alive? Or would he be a floating corpse?
A year passed and the soldier did not emerge.
Two years, three years, five years, ten years……
Wu Xingyun was still gone.
Mutants observed Mozun with concern.
What was time? The physicist called it a concept of cosmology, spanning billions of years.
It could take Wu Xingyun tens of thousands of years to reappear.
But the longer the time, the greater the despair.
“Maybe……maybe he’d really dead.” Liu Meng tried to talk to Mozun, “You shouldn’t grieve too much.”
Mozun didn’t answer. On the edge of the Milky Way galaxy, in what was still Federation territory, he secretly waited.
Perhaps he’d be waiting another twenty years. Or perhaps his lover would come the next second.
Who knew?
End of Arc 2
cosmology
n. The study of the physical universe considered as a totality of phenomena in time and space.
n. The astrophysical study of the history, structure, and constituent dynamics of the universe.
