The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]
Chapter 186 - More medicine

Chapter 186: Chapter 186 - More medicine

Bian let out a loud, triumphant laugh.

It was raw. It was real. It was everything he had ever longed for.

He was a Farian now.

A real Farian. a real golden blooded farian. he was no longer a weak ass human..

He jumped up from the bed, ignoring the tangle of blankets that slid down his legs, and threw his arms around Dican with uncontained joy. His cheek pressed into the man’s cool neck as he gripped him tightly, trembling from the sheer overwhelming high of it all.

"I’m a Farian, Dican! I’m a real Farian!" he cried out, his voice cracking with emotion. "No one can look down on me now... no one! I’ve changed—finally! Finally!"

His whole body was trembling, breath hitched with laughter, chest heaving with the kind of relief that felt like it could break him apart. After all the scheming, the risk, the betrayal—he had done it. He’d won.

Dican stood still, arms instinctively catching Bian but not holding him tightly. His expression was still unreadable—his gold eyes distant, slightly unfocused.

In the rush of the hug, Bian’s hip bumped against Dican’s pocket. Something clinked and fell with a soft thud before rolling away and shattering loudly on the sterile floor.

Bian’s laugh died in his throat as he flinched.

The glass had broken just in front of their feet.

Dican looked down slowly.

It was a small jar. The thick, deep-red contents had splattered in a sunburst pattern across the pristine white tiles. Shards of the broken jar glittered in the artificial light. The sticky mess looked almost like blood.

Bian squinted. "What was that...?"

Dican just stared at it—frozen.

His brows twitched slightly, lips parted as though to say something. But nothing came out. He just kept staring. Not blinking.

The scent of fruit filled the room—tart, sweet, unmistakable.

Jam.

Strawberry jam.

Bian tilted his head, confused. "Tsk. I’ll call someone to clean this mess up—"

He paused, noticing how strange Dican’s expression was. The man still hadn’t moved, eyes glued to the broken jar like it held the secrets of the universe.

"...Dican?" Bian called again, more firmly this time.

He reached up and cupped the Farian’s face between his hands, gently forcing him to look down at him. Dican’s eyes flicked toward him slowly, dazed.

"We can be together forever now," Bian said, his smile gentle and full of promise. "You said so. I’m like you now. We’re the same."

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—Dican smiled.

It was slow. Distant.

A strange, almost hazy kind of smile.

"Yes... my love," he whispered, like he had to remind himself of the words. "Always together..."

But his gaze drifted slightly past Bian again—toward the shattered jar on the floor. Something flickered faintly in his golden eyes, like a memory he couldn’t quite hold onto.

And he smiled again.

Even softer this time.

"Always..."

They didn’t waste any more time in the Wang mansion.

Bian’s body still tingled with unfamiliar energy as he stepped out onto the long corridor, the lights above flickering slightly. His legs felt stronger, his breath deeper, and every movement carried a newfound grace. He clenched his fists and relaxed them again, drunk on the feeling of his transformation.

He had it now. What he had always wanted—power. Real, undeniable power.

No more scraping for attention. No more being overlooked. No more being "just the side character."

And now that he was Farian—now that golden blood ran in his veins—the next step was obvious.

He had to be where the true power was.

At Dican’s side.

In the Farian royal court.

The moment he walked into that palace with Dican holding his hand, he would no longer be ignored. No longer mocked or dismissed.

He would be the prince consort.

And soon, he told himself with a smirk, the most powerful one the galaxy had ever seen.

Bian’s hand gripped Dican’s tightly as they stepped out under the sky, a transport shuttle already waiting nearby, its metallic hull glinting under the morning light.

He glanced up at Dican with a smile.

The Farian man was quiet—still gazing skyward, expression unreadable, the wind brushing golden strands of hair across his face. His jaw was slightly tight, brows faintly creased. Like he was trying to remember something and couldn’t.

"Dican," Bian said softly, nudging his hand. "Can we go home now?"

Dican blinked slowly, as if pulled back from some distant thought. His eyes dropped down to meet Bian’s.

"...Yes," he replied with a gentle nod. "Yes, my love."

Bian smiled, but then he paused mid-step.

His fingers brushed something in his pocket.

That jar—the small bottle with the bonding medicine.

His eyes narrowed slightly. His fingers closed tightly around it.

No.

It wasn’t enough.

If he wanted to be irreplaceable—if he wanted Dican to stay like this forever, obedient, sweet, utterly devoted—he needed more. He didn’t trust the effects to last without it.

He turned, stopping just before they reached the shuttle’s open ramp.

"Wait."

Dican looked back at him, questioning.

"There’s still something I want," Bian said, his tone shifting to a more commanding edge. He pulled the small bottle from his pocket and held it up, the sunlight catching the shimmer of the purple liquid inside. "This. I need more of this."

Dican stared at it, quiet.

Bian stepped closer, voice low and serious.

"I want you to find the most powerful Grayling there is... the strongest one you can... and attack them. Kill them if you have to. Bring me more of this. More bonding medicine."

Dican’s face didn’t flicker with resistance or hesitation. He simply nodded, eyes fixed on Bian’s.

"Yes, my love," he said softly, his voice calm. "Anything for you."

Bian smiled, satisfied.

He slid the bottle carefully back into his pocket and turned toward the shuttle again, already picturing the throne room, the court full of nobles, the envious gazes.

He wasn’t just someone anymore.

He was Farian.

And soon... he would be untouchable.