◇ Chapter 57 Extra Nightmare
Extra if line nightmare.
Lan opened his eyes in a daze, not knowing what year it was.
He and Lin You stayed up late yesterday because of fooling around, and now he felt sore all over that he even had difficulty getting up.
When it came to intimate matters, the young emperor was quite reserved at first. Even when Lan En hinted that he could do something, he only mentioned it lightly and made some insignificant requests. But with Lan En's deliberate indulgence and hints, Lin You began to show the skills that a veteran ACG artist should have.
They were getting more and more compatible and intimate with each other, so when Lann woke up, he subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to pull the little Majesty into his arms and ask for a good morning kiss.
But he got nothing.
My fingertips failed to touch the warm skin of the person I love, but instead touched a piece of cold metal.
Metal?
Except for the game cabinet, there are no large pieces of metal in Lin You's bedroom.
Lann frowned and came to his senses completely.
“…”
He was not in the bedroom.
In front of me is an iron-gray desk with pure black pens placed on the pen holder. The walls here are painted snow-white, and there is a thick metal door on the wall. The ceiling is embedded with a row of downlights, and even the projected light is cold white. It is solemn and dignified, but without a trace of human touch.
This is the military lounge.
The sound of military boots hitting the ground was heard. Devin opened the door and looked at him in surprise: "Major General, why are you still here? The Third Prince is about to visit the Third Army. Aren't you going to prepare?"
Lan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his eyes fell on the calendar on the desk. Then, his entire eyebrows were twisted.
The date didn't match, and he seemed to have gone back to five years ago when he just met Lin You.
At that time, His Majesty was still just a little prince. He paid a routine visit to the Third Army, crushed Lann's roses, but took his irises.
At that time, Lann only regarded this as an episode, but he didn't expect it to be the beginning of everything.
Devin placed two syringes of injections on the table and sighed, "Would you like to get some injections? I'm afraid it will be very difficult for you when the Third Prince comes down later."
Lane was still in the sensitive period of initial labeling.
Lan En shook his head and refused, wanting to say no, Lin You would not deliberately torture him. But when the words came to his lips, his heart suddenly tightened, and then he had a bad premonition, as if something bad was about to happen.
Lann paused for a moment, but still said, "Okay, I will give you the injection."
He rolled up his sleeves and injected the icy-cold liquid into his forearm. The liquid flowed through the muscles, causing a dull, burning pain.
Artificially synthesized pheromones are not as good as natural ones and have some side effects. Almost the moment the potion entered his body, Lan En felt dizzy. His temples were throbbing with pain and his joints were sore. After he sat firmly on the edge of the table, he laughed at himself and thought to himself, "I've really been spoiled a lot."
The former major general could suppress all pain without changing his expression, but after staying with Lin You, he hasn't experienced this feeling for many years.
Dewen said, "Get ready. It is estimated that the third prince will land in another twenty minutes."
Twenty minutes later, Lan stood in the square holding a rose.
The aircraft painted with the royal emblem slowly landed, the hatch slid open to both sides, and the third prince walked out quickly and stood on the speech platform.
Lan En watched from a distance and his brows jumped again.
Although the appearance is similar, this is not his little prince.
His little prince had a mild temper, and even when he tried his best to pretend to be fierce under the surveillance of the eldest prince, his eyes were clear. But the man standing on the podium had a gloomy face, and the violence in his eyes could not be hidden.
“…”
Lann tightened his grip on Rose's hand.
After the Third Prince finished speaking, he walked up to him, looked at him critically, with a hint of disdain on his face. Then he snatched the rose from his hand, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with the sole of his shoe. The bright red juice splashed out, and the petals were damaged like mud.
Then, without even looking at Lan, he walked away arrogantly.
Lan followed with a blank expression.
Without anyone noticing, he stroked his chest with his fingers and landed on the Order of the Iris.
His Third Prince threw away the rose, but took the medal, and said with a smile: "I prefer irises to roses."
Today, Lann still wears the medal. The hollow pattern of thorns and irises entwined with each other radiates a silvery-white forged light, but the person who took the medal is no longer with us.
The Third Prince in front of him was arrogant and rude. He kept his chin up throughout the entire exhibition hall. When his eyes swept across the bloody and blurred recordings, his face showed disgust and he covered his mouth and nose: "Blood is really disgusting."
“…”
Lan pretended to be calm, and treated the Third Prince with impeccable aristocratic manners. When he finally sent the Third Prince away and walked back to the office, a crack appeared in that perfect smile.
He locked the bathroom door, filled the sink, and then scooped out some cold water and covered his face with it.
During this time, Lann inadvertently looked up and found that he looked extremely miserable in the sink, with water droplets rolling down his hair, soaking the collar of his military uniform.
...Where is his little prince?
This person is not his little prince. Where did his little prince go?
In the next few weeks, Lane used all his strength to search for the whereabouts of the man in his memory, but no matter how he asked or how he visited, he found nothing.
His subordinates told him that the Third Prince had always been cruel and arrogant. It was said that on the first day he moved into the Prince's mansion after he became an adult, he used the basement to whip and teach a lesson to the female insects he disliked.
According to the description of the servants, the screams were endless. When the female insects were dragged out of the basement, their wings were often torn, their backs were covered in blood, and they were only breathing.
Lann clenched the survey results in his hand so hard that the paper almost broke into pieces.
His little prince would never do these. Although Lin You also has a special liking for wings, he prefers soothing kisses. He will place kiss after kiss on the wings and pry the sensitive wing gaps. He cherishes this pair of wings more than Lan En and will never hurt him in the slightest.
Devin noticed that something was wrong with Lane and asked him several times what had happened, but Lane just shook his head and said nothing.
How could he describe it? His beloved who had accompanied him for many years and whom he regarded as a treasure; his wise and resolute Majesty whom he swore to protect; or the most important male insect in his life, with whom he exchanged good morning kisses every morning and good night kisses every night... was gone?
Lan thought he had a heart of stone. After the chase in District 23, nothing could shake his mind. But now, it was as if a piece of his heart had been dug out, leaving only an empty and dead silence.
The days passed like flowing water.
Lann deliberately avoided meeting the Third Prince and filled the empty time with overloaded work. Anyway, the Third Prince valued the wealth of the Colette family, and he was just an insignificant addition and would not have much impact.
During this period, he kept hearing about the scandals of the Third Prince. Perhaps he was publicly playing with a female insect at a noble banquet, or he was speaking rudely to his seniors in the military... In short, apart from his identity as the Third Prince, he had no similarities with Lan En in his memory.
As time passed, Lan even began to doubt whether the gentle and beautiful little prince in his memory was just a dream he had imagined.
Soon, it was the Third Prince's coming-of-age ceremony, and he handed Lan an invitation to attend.
The invitation was sent directly to the Third Army, and Devin received it and handed it over to Lann. At that time, Devin sighed and said, "I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to avoid this disaster."
The prince deliberately invited an unmarried female insect to his coming-of-age ceremony, a female insect whom he had humiliated in public. It is obvious what he wanted to do.
Lann had no expression on his face.
He resisted from the bottom of his heart, but he had to go. As a criminal, he could deliberately avoid the Third Prince, but he could not ignore the Third Prince's invitation.
Everything about the coming-of-age ceremony was similar to that in his previous life, except that when White humiliated him this time, no one spoke up for him.
Lane lowered his head and listened to White accusing him of all the crimes one by one. He quietly accepted all the accusations. He did not argue or refute, but the hidden scars in his chest grew bigger and bigger in silence, and finally spread like wildfire, turning into a sharp pain that pierced his chest.
He really missed Lin You.
At the banquet, the eldest prince still took out the bottle of pheromone addiction drug, and the third prince took him to the back room and pushed a glass of wine in his hand.
The cherry-pink liquor in the tall glass looked like the drink that nobles would drink with their afternoon meals, but Lann knew what a vicious thing it was.
He lowered his eyes and reached out to grab the wine glass.
This time, no one came to stop him.
This was the first time in Lan's two lives that he tasted an addictive drug. Unlike the clear and sweet white peach liqueur, this wine was spicy and pungent. Drinking it in one gulp was like pouring sulfuric acid into the esophagus, causing burning and stinging in the throat and causing the stomach to cramp.
Lan could not help but kneel down and vomit. The power of the addictive drug was far more than that. His body began to feel strangely hot. He began to feel dazed, his hands and feet became weak, and in the end, he could not even vomit out the acid water.
But despite his extreme physical discomfort, he couldn't help but laugh sarcastically.
...Is this how it should be?
That's how Lane originally envisioned it to be.
The Third Prince was supposed to be brutal and ruthless, and his methods were supposed to be cruel. He was supposed to lose all his dignity and beg for mercy. This was something he had been prepared for, and he shouldn't be sad about it.
——If he had never met Lin You.
If I had never felt kindness, had never experienced gentleness, perhaps everything that is happening today would not be so unbearable.
Lan En held onto the corner of the table. Under the effect of the drug, his vision and hearing were blurred, and he was dizzy. Suddenly, someone touched him and called softly, "Lan En? Lan En?"
The sound was very clear, far away in the sky and yet close at hand. In a trance, Lan seemed to smell the aroma of citrus, clear, sour and sweet, like the dew on the branches in the summer morning, and the dew soaked the fullest fruit.
He went crazy thinking about this taste.
The third prince in front of him did not have such refreshing pheromones. His were spicy and rancid, while the smell of citrus belonged only to his little prince.
In the Insect King's bedroom, Lin You was extremely worried.
He and Lan went a little too far yesterday. Lan never stopped him, but instead encouraged him to do even more excessive things. Lin You couldn't help himself and the major general got slightly injured.
The wound was in a hidden place, so he took out some ointment and applied it to Lane, and righteously refused the major general's request to continue, then lay down and fell asleep leaning against the major general.
But he woke up in the middle of the night and found that Lan had a fever.
It was not known whether it was because the wound was not treated properly or for other reasons, but the major general was drowsy, and his cold white skin turned pink. He seemed to have dreamed of something bad, his eyes were tight, his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.
Lin You stretched out his hand and found that the major general's clothes were also soaked with cold sweat.
He tried to wake Lan up, but Lan seemed to be possessed and would not wake up no matter how he called. Lin You was helpless and could only get out of bed to call a doctor.
But before he could turn over, he was caught.
Lann reached out his hand at some point and grasped his wrist, his fingertips holding it tightly, as if he was grasping something that was about to be lost. Upon closer inspection, he could see that it was trembling slightly.
Lin You then sat back on the bed.
The major general opened his eyes and blinked in confusion, with a watery look in his eyes that he had no time to hide.
He focused his eyes with difficulty and first scanned the interior design - there was a warm yellow hidden main light above his head and ivory white curtains all around. It was his familiar bedroom.
Then, he set his sights on Lin You again. His Majesty the Insect King was obviously a little hurt by the grip, but he didn't push him away with good temper. He just leaned over and touched the hair on Lan En's forehead, and then reached out to test the temperature, and then asked softly: "Lan En? Did you have a nightmare?"
“…”
The person in front of him had a worried expression and asked in a nice way. The warmth of their skins touched each other and the scent of citrus lingered in the bedroom. Although the little majesty didn't know what was going on, he still emitted soothing pheromones.
Lan En couldn't help but raise his hand, pull Lin You over and hug him tightly.
His chin was pressed tightly against Lin You's shoulder, and he wished he could bury his entire face in it. His hug was too forceful, as if he wanted to merge the other person into his bones and blood, as if only in this way could he offset the uneasiness in his dream.
Lin You raised his hands and hugged him.
He seemed to be hugging a large furry animal, which was still trembling. Lin You whispered softly, "What happened?"
Lan En said awkwardly: "I just had a dream."
Only then did he realize that his voice had become hoarse.
Lin You patted him: "What dream is it? Can you tell me about it?"
The Insect King's bedroom maintained the optimal temperature and humidity at all times, and the lighting was soft. Lann relaxed in this warm embrace, and felt embarrassed belatedly.
He took Lin You's hand and saw the fresh red marks on it: "...I'll go get you some medicine."
...The general of the Third Army was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night. He pulled the Insect Emperor up and held him tightly, sobbing and asking for comfort. Lan En racked his brains but couldn't figure out how he could be so stupid. If this matter were to be made known to others, he would be afraid that his reputation would be ruined.
Lin You: "It's okay, just leave it alone for half an hour. Tell me what happened to you first?"
Lan: “It’s not a big deal.”
Lin You patted him: "It's okay, I want to listen."
The description of the dream was confusing. Lan En nestled comfortably beside Lin You, omitting unnecessary details and only giving a general idea, but Lin You still understood it.
He was too familiar with this plot.
If he had never come through, if the system had never chosen him for the mission, then the major general in front of him would have had this fate.
“…”
Lin You sighed lightly, and then said: "Actually, I also had a dream just now."
"In my dream, I was a streamer, playing a game called StarCraft. I was selected by a system that called itself 'NPC Roleplaying System No. 66 for Abusive Stories' and was transported into a newspaper novel..."
Lan listened quietly.
This was an equally bizarre and absurd dream, like a made-up novel, endless and illogical, but when Lann heard the system's promise that he could return to the world after completing the role-playing, his heart still clenched.
He stared into Lin You's eyes and said stubbornly, "Then will you leave?"
Lin You shook his head and held his hand: "I can't leave anymore, Lan En."
"Many years ago, I said goodbye to the system. I told it that I would voluntarily give up the opportunity to travel through the world and stay in the world of novels forever, with the one I love."
When he said this, his expression was focused and serious. Lan En couldn't control himself and kissed him again.
The major general complained half-seriously: "It's the middle of the night. You don't know how charming you are when you say this. If you continue like this, I won't be able to go to work tomorrow."
Lin You: "Then don't go to work."
Anyway, both Admiral Lann and His Majesty the Insect King have not yet used up their annual leave.
After a long kiss, Lann's last bit of uneasiness was wiped away. He asked softly, "In your dream, where does the system go after it leaves?"
"66." Lin You looked up and looked out the window. That was the Zerg starry sky, and above the Zerg star, there was a vast sea of stars and the boundless universe.
"It will probably bind to the next host and do the next mission."
As he spoke, Lin You clasped his hands together, with a look of compassion on his face: "I heard that the previous host and I both scored at the bottom, and he will not be able to pass the stage assessment... I can only say, wish him good luck."
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66: "Looking for a host, I found a good host~"
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