Chapter 8 Night Talk

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The presence of the arena was obviously not suitable for conversation, so Shi Hanqiao removed it.

"what you do?"

Shi Hanqiao didn't care about the Star Boundary. He came here just to fight and learn about the mecha system. He didn't care about the layout of the lounge. It looked too empty with only a long sofa.

The room was empty and somewhat shabby. She didn't look at W, but put her fist to her lips and coughed lightly, explaining, "I'm not very good at decorating, so feel free to do as you please."

Luo Wusheng stared blankly at the extra icon on the light screen, which represented the control of the Demon Lord's Lounge.

Her actions were obviously not out of trust, but he couldn't ignore the joy that emerged in his heart.

The simple interlude made Luo Wusheng relax. He sat at one end of the sofa, slightly leaning towards the Demon Lord at the other end.

The distance between them was neither too close nor too far, barely enough for a slender person to sit down.

"If you're unhappy, tell me and I'll be happy."

The Demon Lord leaned lazily on the armrest of the sofa, yawned nonchalantly, and his eyes were hazy as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Luo Wusheng didn't mind. Although he didn't know why she came back, her attitude showed that she had no intention of snooping into his private information.

It is now late at night, and we are in the virtual star realm again.

Luo Wusheng's nerves, which had been tense for many years, suddenly relaxed, and he felt the desire to talk.

He opened his mouth, but there were too many things piled up in his heart, and the invisible armor he had been wearing since childhood was still on his body, so he didn't know where to start for a moment.

He changed his approach and chose to ask her: "If your relatives don't support you, will you continue to persevere?"

"I have no relatives." This sentence made the atmosphere jump from awkward to relaxed and directly to awkward.

Luo Wusheng paused: "Sorry, I don't know."

"It's okay. I don't care."

The Demon Lord waved his hand indifferently. Luo Wusheng felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He wondered what she had been through that made her say so easily that she didn't care.

"Even if they are relatives, it depends on whether you care about them or not." She cares about closeness of relationship, but this relationship has nothing to do with blood ties.

"My father doesn't approve of me. He and his lover indirectly killed my mother. I naturally don't care about his opinion, but my other relative has treated me very well since I was a child." Luo Wusheng leaned back on the sofa, as if this could relieve some of the pressure and confusion. "He is my grandfather. After my mother died, he took me in and raised me for a while. Later, I left him to go to school and lived alone."

The Demon Lord understood his kinship ties and asked bluntly, "Have you discussed with him the path you wish to take?"

"No." Luo Wusheng shook his head. "What I want to do is not something I decided in an instant. This idea has been planted in my heart since I was a child. What I have seen and heard has become nutrients to water it. Only now has it taken root and sprouted into a plant."

However, not every sapling, nurtured by time, can grow into a towering tree, bearing fruit. It might be pinched out while still a young seedling, or even uprooted while still a young plant. The one in his heart was in the darkness, simultaneously determined and lost, paradoxically swaying with the wind and rain.

It's so hard to talk.

Shi Hanqiao's eyes drifted away for a moment. Although he tried hard, the figure of W in front of him overlapped with his memory of himself when he first met Luo Wei.

She then asked, "Can you talk to him now?"

W suddenly looked up at her, paused for a long time, and then shook his head.

Luo Wusheng suppressed his shock at the Demon Lord's exceptionally sharp view of things. Many people could guess the path he wanted to take. Everyone knew it, but never said it out loud.

He won't tell them, and he can't tell them.

"It seems I will be your first audience."

The Demon Lord sounded interested, but she just shifted, settled into a more comfortable position on the sofa, and waited for his answer leisurely.

After she changed her posture, her knees were leaning against his. Luo Wusheng did not feel much repulsion. Instead, there was a smile in his eyes because of her free and easy attitude.

She was right; she would indeed be the first person to hear his ambitions expressed in person.

Luo Wusheng lowered his eyes: "I want to compete with my Alpha brother for property."

"Then what?"

Luo Wusheng paused and chose his words carefully: "This property is not just money, it also involves many things, planets, resources, etc."

"All in all, it's a rich fortune."

"And what I want to fight for is not a share, but a monopoly."

The position of emperor must mean abundant wealth, so naturally, two people are not allowed to share it.

The Demon Lord didn't say anything, but Luo Wusheng could see the look on her face that said, 'I must keep it all to myself. Who would be stupid enough to share the property with my half-brother?'

His heart was relieved a little, he raised his eyes and stared at the Demon Lord, not missing any of her eyes, every moment of her expression, and finally dropped a heavy bomb.

"But I'm an Omega."

The Demon Lord, who had no reaction, suddenly frowned and blurted out in confusion: "So what?"

Luo Wusheng watched her reaction closely, without a trace of pretense. Even though their contact was brief, he knew the Demon Lord disdained to pretend.

But it was her genuine and natural doubt that easily threw a heavy bomb back into his heart.

So what? Behind these five simple words lies the Demon Lord’s attitude towards Omega’s seizure of power.

She was confused and light-hearted, but Luo Wusheng felt greatly encouraged and supported.

It is not perfunctory support from a stranger, nor is it support against one's will, but her attitude is consistent with the goal he wants to achieve, and it is a support based on conceptual agreement.

As the demon sat there, Luo Wusheng felt like she was the blazing sun, dispelling the darkness and coldness that surrounded him. His left chest seemed to be struck by some force, and excitement, joy, and an indescribable complex emotion spread throughout his body.

Luo Wusheng suppressed this emotion and remained calm on his face, but his eyes were full of light as he looked at the Demon Lord.

He tried to suppress his excitement: "What do you think of what I want to do?"

Shi Hanqiao glanced at him suspiciously, not knowing what was wrong with him. Could it be that she had also looked at Luo Wei with a silly look like him?

No, that's definitely not possible.

Shi Hanqiao didn't understand the origin of W's emotions, nor did he care. He just answered according to his own attitude.

"I don't have any opinion. I can't give you advice on what to do. I can only say that if I decide to do something, no one can stop me."

The Demon Lord's words were extremely arrogant, but they didn't make people feel that she was exaggerating. Instead, a vague symbol arose in Luo Wusheng's heart. He wanted to be like her.

"I don't know what you are worried about. Maybe it's your identity as an Omega." Shi Hanqiao suddenly thought of the three genders in the universe. For a moment, she understood W's excitement. She paused, sat up straight on the sofa, put away her nonchalant attitude, and looked directly at the person in front of her who looked like her when she was a child.

"W-what happened?"

Luo Wusheng saw her suddenly sit up straight, and the distance between them became closer, and he felt inexplicably nervous.

"I am who I am."

Luo Wusheng didn't understand: "What?"

"You are you."

Luo Wusheng's pupils suddenly widened, and the Demon Lord completely occupied his vision. He could see light emanating from her, a kind of powerful warmth.

"Your identity or gender shouldn't limit you. If you have ambition, worldly standards shouldn't constrain you. Because if you want to achieve your ambition, you will remove all obstacles in your way. Then, you will be the one setting the standards."

It was rare for Shi Hanqiao to speak from the heart. Luo Wei had once said something similar to her, which meant that she was herself, a unique and one-of-a-kind existence.

However, Luo Wei's original words were much gentler, just like her. Shi Hanqiao's words had similar meanings but were sharper, just like her.

It is impossible for people to be exactly the same, but in a way, Shi Hanqiao felt that W had similarities with her. In addition, she dreamed of Luo Wei, so she couldn't help but have a stronger desire to tell the story.

"In my past, my situation was probably similar to yours, or even worse. Later... at least 'now', no one dares to mention the word 'bastard' in front of me."

W's eyes flashed with surprise, and Shi Hanqiao waved his hand apologetically, "I don't care. Sometimes I even deliberately anger them and force them to scold me. I'm not angry at all. On the contrary, seeing them angry makes me feel good."

"Perhaps, you will think that my behavior is a little perverted..."

W denied it sincerely and seriously, fearing that she would misunderstand him. "No, I didn't! I don't think so."

Shi Hanqiao shook his head and didn't mind. "No matter whether it's good or bad, no matter how much others scold me, hate me, or curse me, I am still me, and I completely accept myself."

“No matter what you do, what you want to do, or what you will do, you are still yourself.”

Luo Wusheng seemed to hear the sound of the iron chain called Omega breaking.

He is still Omega, he is still himself, he has not changed, but he has changed.

The swaying plant in his heart bloomed firmly. The words of the Demon Lord could not immediately dispel his loneliness and confusion, but at least made him firmer.

The road ahead was still long and his path was still dark, but the Demon Lord prepared him to move on.

Luo Wusheng whispered, "Thank you."

Maybe he can't do it now, but in the future he will fully accept himself.

The Demon Lord collapsed back on the sofa, "If you can just pretend I never said those words, that would be the best way to thank you."

It’s all Luo Wei’s fault, it’s all that dream’s fault. She could actually say such disgusting words.

"Well, I haven't heard anything tonight."

He turned on the control, pulled out a pillow from his warehouse and handed it to the Demon Lord. Seeing her press the pillow against her face, Luo Wusheng pursed his lips to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

The astral realm is virtual, but the passionate beating in my left chest is real.

【Author’s words】

Neither the male nor the female protagonist is the type to trust or fall in love with others easily, so they are both hiding something now.

But I promise this is a sweet story!!!

(Super sweet!!!)

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