Chapter 46, Chapter 50: Reassurance – “Can you hear me?”...

Putting aside Fipos, Vison felt much more at ease.

He changed Feibos's dressing again as prescribed by the doctor and dressed him in soft loungewear.

Fortunately, he was quite strong, which allowed him to move such a large guy as Fipos.

After a lot of work, Vison finally got everything sorted out.

The next second after he had everything settled, he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Feibos with exceptional focus, as if he were on a spaceship.

Just watching it, without any thoughts in mind.

Even though they had been on the spaceship for so long, it seemed like they still couldn't get enough of it, as if they were reliving the time they had spent apart.

Sunlight shone on Fipos's tightly closed eyes. The serious injury had made him somewhat thin, but he did not appear weak. It was as if he was just taking a nap in the afternoon. When he opened his eyes, he would still be the invincible and unstoppable imperial general.

As Vison watched, his heart ached terribly.

How did it turn out like this?

Not long ago, she said she wouldn't leave him; not long ago, she was arguing and fighting with him; not long ago, she even planned how to threaten him to keep him by her side. But how did things turn out like this?

The pheromones clinging to his body seemed to sense his low spirits, and their orange scent intensified.

I feel stickier all over.

As Vincent thought this to himself, his body betrayed him by taking a deep breath, and his mood strangely improved.

Some people can't help but exhale a few more breaths when they smell a scent they like, hoping that the scent will linger in their nasal cavity for a longer time, and they also feel happy when they smell a scent they like.

For Vison, the scent of Phibos's pheromones was exactly like that.

Because his emotions had calmed down considerably, he became much gentler.

He reached out and gently stroked Phibos's hair, just like on countless other nights.

He had just found a tutorial and carefully applied a hair mask to Feibosi's hair, which he had just asked the mechanical butler to buy.

He wanted to restore him to his original appearance, even down to his unremarkable hair.

Vison sighed.

Fortunately, things are a little different for the Zerg.

The female insect has a strong self-healing ability; as long as her mental strength is stable, she can heal herself unless it is a fatal injury.

He happens to have the ability to calm down Feibos's mental turmoil, so all he needs to do is stay by Feibos's side, calm his mental turmoil, and let his self-healing ability take effect.

There's no need to keep Fei Bosi in a dark, stuffy isolation room or a cold, sterile hospital.

However, we need to hurry.

After all, he didn't want Feppos to remain asleep due to his lingering injuries; he still remembered that he had a few scores to settle with him.

Or perhaps, he simply couldn't bear to see him with his eyes closed, lifeless.

Thanks to his work on managing Fepo's mental energy on the spaceship, although half of the results were ruined by knocking on the door, the remaining half was still very effective.

Phibos's self-healing ability clearly began to work, and many minor wounds healed at an extremely fast speed.

Vison was finally able to touch him, unlike when they first met, when he was injured and left Vison with nowhere to strike.

He carefully avoided the wound and touched the firm, full chest, which was relaxed due to the sleeping body, and was elastic and soft.

The chest muscles felt the same as always: thick, full, and resilient with elasticity.

Looking at it reminded Vison of the smooth and creamy chocolate milk he used to drink as a child.

He gently placed his hand on his chest, where his heart was beating vigorously, causing his chest to rise and fall with it.

The ups and downs, felt truly through his hands.

In this sense of reality, he felt that his heart had finally found peace.

The heavy weight that had been pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe, finally dissipated at this moment.

This was the first time Vison had ever tried to appease Fipos in this way.

The comforting words of the past were all tinged with a confusing, blush-inducing memory.

Even though he later stumbled upon a bit of how to comfort someone remotely, he never used it on Fei Bosi, nor did he ever mention it to him.

It's not because they are completely controlled by desire.

Instead, it's as if one needs to touch Phibos, feel him, see his face flushed red because of him, observe his expressions and demeanor, hear his words of pleading, and feel his genuine warmth to be certain that he is real, that he belongs to him, and that at this moment, one can become one with him.

These feelings reassured him and made him happy, like sinking into a large, soft, and sweet ball of cotton.

Just like now, even though he could easily comfort him out of thin air, he still insisted on placing his hand on his heart to feel his vibrant heartbeat.

*

Vison felt as if he had fallen into a large, shattered jigsaw puzzle.

Or rather, it is a shattered, scorched wasteland.

You can even smell the lingering smell of gunpowder, a scent only found on the battlefield, while the orange scent, which should be dominant, is suppressed to an exceptionally faint level.

This place is devastated, devoid of any life, and broken into many, many... many pieces.

Sometimes the wind blows unexpectedly, which can blow the already broken pieces further away and crack them.

This was the first time Vincent had entered Phibos's mental sea in a conscious state, and he was shocked by the scene before him.

He had anticipated that Feibos's mental sea should be severely damaged, but he did not expect it to be this severe, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

This method of calming someone by entering their mental sea was something he found during that long, waiting night after scouring all the books on mental calming among the Zerg. It was the fastest way to soothe Fepos's mental sea.

The book states that when mental strength is at a normal level, the mental sea will maintain a small, vibrant world.

When mental energy surges, the small world within the mental sea will be destroyed.

The more severe the riot, the more severe the destruction of the small world.

If the small world collapses, the organism will die.

Conversely, the mental disturbance can be appeased by repairing the small world and restoring its vitality, which is currently recognized as the most effective method.

In the last sentence, the author specifically added a note saying that entering the other person's mental space in the form of thoughts and using this method of comforting can only be done when the person being comforted completely trusts the person comforting.

Although the method for "reviving the small world" was not explained, Vincent thought that since it was "currently recognized as the most effective method," he had to give it a try no matter what.

To his surprise, he had only intended to try it out, but he unexpectedly succeeded in entering the spiritual sea of ​​Phibos on his first try.

Thinking of this, Vincent was suddenly moved.

So, Phibos, do you completely trust me?

*

Gusts of wind blew toward him, winds formed by the surge of mental energy, exceptionally "sharp," a hundred times more intense than the winds that Ilya had led him through in the real world, winds filled with the outward surge of Fepois's mental energy.

It was only thanks to his full SSS-level mental strength that Vinson was able to maintain his balance amidst the raging fragments.

If he hadn't swallowed that gem to enhance his mental strength, he might indeed have suffered a backlash given his original level of mental strength.

"But that doesn't explain your unauthorized departure at all," Vincent thought to himself.

Next, Vison acted like a diligent jigsaw puzzle player.

With its numerous, flexible, and expansive mental tentacles, it almost completely filled Feibos's mental sea.

He used these mental tentacles to search through his mental sea for suitable fragments and piece them together.

At first, Vison was not very skilled at it.

It was too big here; he couldn't find the right fragment, and it was difficult for him to pick it up with his tentacles.

He tried repeatedly, but failed.

A large amount of mental energy was rapidly being lost.

It wasn't until he was almost exhausted that he figured out how to merge his own spiritual power with that of Fei Bosi, using a portion of his spiritual power to find the corresponding continuation of spiritual power.

However, this search for integration is extremely mentally taxing.

He had just pieced together a small corner, and before he could even feel happy, he was "given away."

It should be said that when his mental energy was almost exhausted, Feibos automatically disconnected his mental energy and sent his consciousness out of the mental sea.

Vincent opened his eyes, looked at Feppos who was still peacefully asleep with his eyes closed, and chuckled softly: "Worried about me?"

"Don't worry."

Although he said this, he was covered in sweat, as if he had been pulled out of the water. His mental energy was completely exhausted, and his face had turned pale. He was much more tired than when he had his mental energy tested by the marshal.

He was exhausted. He took a quick and casual shower, dried himself off, and then returned to Feppos's side.

He carefully avoided touching Phipps's wound and rested his head on Phipps's arm.

Even though he had only pieced together a small corner, Fei Bosben's tightly furrowed brows visibly relaxed, and he appeared much more comfortable.

Seeing Feibosi like this, my previous fatigue seemed to turn into a slightly excited joy.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes still damp from the steam of his recent shower.

He said softly, "You're all comfortable now, but I'm so tired and disheveled because of you. How are you going to make it up to me?"

When he said "tired and disheveled," it was as if Fei Bosi heard him; his slightly relaxed brows furrowed again.

"Hey, you." Vincent gently stroked his eyebrows and eyes with his fingers, smoothing them out, while muttering, "You stingy little thing, can't you even say a word?"

Unfortunately, the insect remained quietly with its eyes closed, showing no sign of waking up.

Once his mental energy had fully recovered, Vison entered Phibos's mental sea again, ready to unleash his full power, only to find that Phibos's mental energy rejected the fusion of his own.

He was ejected shortly afterward.

Vincent opened his eyes, his good mood vanished, replaced by intense anger, his beautiful eyes burning with fury.

He turned to look at Feibos, who was still asleep with his eyes closed, and said in a tone so cold it could freeze an insect: "Can you hear me?"

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Author's note: Judging from Mori accidentally injuring Ilyana, he was already prepared to appease her.

It's just a petty trick.