Ch22 – Wedding.

Editor: LotusEater

Regarding the video taken in the underground garage, there may have been some who remembered that the source of that video was an inexplicable live stream. 

It had appeared without warning and disappeared unannounced.

During the span of the three hours the live broadcast was up, all the zergs trying to obtain it’s IP address failed without exception.
They were stunned by this live broadcast room—they had never seen such a complex anti-theft program!

 

 

This aroused the hackers’ competitive spirits in an instant.
If at first it was for Song Jianshu, then by then it became a battle of wits between them and the program- in the end, Song Jianshu had been forgotten.

The more you tried, the more you could feel the structure’s subtlety, as well as the intellectual rigour the program contained.
The ability to make such a program was completely beyond the existing level of today’s world! 

Who the hell was it?!

 

A few short hours were simply not enough for them to study it and they even felt they had only just brushed the surface.
But even from that, they caught a glimpse of something so profound— something that could almost be called an abyss.

When the live broadcast room disappeared, the hackers almost went crazy.

They couldn’t help yanking on their hair as they howled.
Those reclusive bigwigs that usually lived holed up in their homes and represented the peak of Zerg Information Technology, had laid on the floor and cried silently.

 

After all, no one could accept that their centuries-long accumulated knowledge had suddenly been denied in just a few hours.
They were already considered sensible enough to not have gone crazy.

But in fact, it was just a small program that the system had randomly picked out from one of the three thousand small worlds that specialized in technology.

Of course, all that pain was converted into scum value and counted towards Lu Mo’s score.

—-And then it was all taken away again, but that matter was reserved for a later telling. 

No change happened without reason.
Hackers firmly believed that the live broadcast room would appear again.
They studied the small abyss they happened upon almost day and night while keeping an eye on the trends of the Internet.

That effort paid off.
After just a few days, that live broadcast room appeared again!

In addition to the hackers, there was also a group of fans that hadn’t forgotten about Song Jianshu.
They have always remembered the mysterious live broadcast.

So, just minutes after said broadcast began, it’s heat spiked to a peak again! 

　　———

What appeared on screen was an ordinary manor.

Just like other manors, there were beautiful buildings lined row upon row; they were scattered among beautiful flower beds, with a white fountain spouting beautiful, crystal clear water high in the air, refracting a miniature rainbow in the sunlight.

The zerg territory was huge.
Such manors could be seen everywhere.
Although they were beautiful, that was all they were. 

The comment stream was filled with zergs letting out emotion-filled sighs.

We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection.
If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.

[Looks pretty ordinary, probably a rich female, but not much more than that.]

 

[Indeed, a friend of mine became a major last year and bought a more beautiful manor than this.]

There were also zergs that were dissatisfied: [Where is Song Jianshu? We want to see Song Jianshu! ］ 

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Pc atflg tfjgar, bcis j ofwjif jr ubbv jr atf rfmbcv qglcmf bo atf hfgu gjmf kbeiv yf kbgats bo Vbcu Aljcrte.

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Snfc lo tf vlvc’a jmmfqa la, atfgf kjr cbatlcu tf mbeiv vb jybea la.

Although they also fantasized about marrying Song Jianshu, they too understood their own ordinariness. 

Before entering the live room, almost all of the females present wanted to see just how good the female becoming Song Janshu’s second female was?

Unexpectedly, that was it?

For a moment, all the comments turned sour.

[It’s not as good as my house.
］ 

[Why does Song Jianshu always like to pick up garbage.
］

　……

Just as the screen was full of sour lemons, a discordant comment slowly drifted by.

[Do you really not see just how rich the owner of this manor is? ］ 

The discerning zerg had seen the clues from the unnaturally large sun and the rusty red sky shown on screen.

That was a barren planet.

Such fragile and beautiful plants could not grow on a barren planet.
The money invested in trying to maintain such a flower garden must have been astronomical!

Not to mention the beautiful fountain… they couldn’t even think about it. 

When he posted the details he had observed in the comments, the stream suddenly became a lot quieter.

All the females are secretly wondering, with their own wealth, could they build such a manor on a barren planet?

 

The answer, of course, was… Impossible.

As such, the audience became even more intrigued.
Which female had such a huge amount of wealth? 

For what reason did he willfully stay on such a little, barren planet?

——If Lu Mo knew the mood of the audience, he would only have one answer.

“Otaku, thank you.”

Even though he had invested in a large number of factories on other planets, he still liked the idea of staying in his birthplace. 

If Ling didn’t have to go back to the Emperor Star, he’d even want to stay here until he cleared the mission and went home.

At the thought of that, Lu Mo wasn’t very happy.

Recently, he had some problems.
When he was happy, he indulged in disturbing Ling’s work, and when he was unhappy, he preferred to pester Ling until Ling could no longer ignore him.

It was not because of how effective the system’s methods were, but because he found that just being near Ling made his tailbone quieter. 

Now that he wasn’t happy, he was going to go be a demon.

He was dressed in a black tuxedo, his slightly longer, curly black hair was tied into a small tail at the back of his head, exposing his bare forehead.

“Ling, haven’t your guests arrived yet?”

Ling was wearing the dress he had ordered the other day, and was in the middle of putting on his gloves. 

“They may not come.” Ling said carelessly: “My subordinates are always very busy.”

If an adjutant that had been with Ling for decades was there, he would have been able to notice that Ling’s current expression was more at a loss than in a daze.

He put on his gloves and squinted at a particular crooked stitch.

Just as a tie must be tied a little crooked, certain crooked stitches on a glove were done deliberately when it came to handmade products. 

But now, such a “deliberation” made Ling unhappy.

“You’re really neglectful in managing your subordinates.” The arrogant little male raised his chin and ridiculed, “Really, just a cheap female.”

 

He thought he appeared majestic, but in Ling’s eyes he only looked like a little white cat with a tilted head and a wagging tail, holding up his sharp claws to show off his might.

Ling couldn’t help but turn his head, easily swallowing the laughter into his stomach. 

But that look, in the eyes of the male, had a completely different meaning.

Silence, a cold face, and a diverted gaze were all expressions of rejection.

“Wow, wow,” Lu Mo narrowed his eyes, “You think you can fool me–continue making pointless struggles.
Whether your subordinates come or not, this wedding is not going to stop.”

The male leaned down slightly and ran his fingers across Ling’s lips. 

When he first met Ling, those lips were always pale, but now they were a very deep red.

“There are already traces and marks of mine here…”

The male gazed intently at Ling’s face and murmured, “Ling, you’re mine.”

The lines at the corners of Ling’s mouth were distorted. 

Mother Goddess…..

He had to take a deep breath before he could barely push down the darkness in his eyes.

“Even if Song Jianshu comes, I won’t let him take you away.” Lu Mo grabbed Ling’s wrist in a tight grip, biting Ling’s lips skillfully.

Lu Mo dared not open his eyes. 

The frantically rising scum value told him that Ling was struggling to suppress himself.
Even if he didn’t look at the scum value, he could feel the slight trembling in Ling’s wrist, as well as his disordered breathing.

He didn’t know why exactly he was holding onto Ling’s hand, just that such an action made it so Ling couldn’t try to vent his inner pain by clenching onto something else.

Lu Mo felt that his body and mind were quickly rushing towards the path of the scum.

He really was sinful. 

It wasn’t until he couldn’t breathe that Lu Mo straightened up, though barely.
He was about to say something when the corner of his eye caught sight of something approaching in the sky.

It was a cluster of tiny black dots that resembled a flock of birds, but as they gradually approached, their appalling aura was revealed.

 

It was a myriad of black starships, their massive sizes casting heavy shadows in the daylight as they slowly pressed past and over the buildings on the ground.

Majestic, and yet nothing more. 

All the zergs on the barren planet rushed out of their homes and stared blankly at the sky with their mouths wide open.

The starships finally slowed to a halt in the sky.
The hatch opened and military females in pressed military uniforms flapped their strong wings until  their heavy military boots touched ground on solid earth.

“Looks like your subordinates have arrived after all, what a pity,” Lu Mo sneered: “Otherwise, I would’ve really liked to see what other tricks you could have pulled.”

He stretched his hand out to Ling: “Now you have no more reasons to delay, my—” 

Lu Mo bit the tip of his tongue and said, word by word, “—My female monarch.”

The female trembled slightly, his hand hesitating in the air before finally grabbing hold of Lu Mo’s hand.

His palms were cold, littered with thin, slightly rough calluses.