The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]
Chapter 198 - Human guests

Chapter 198: Chapter 198 - Human guests

Bian stood by the wide observation window, his breath caught in his throat as the vastness of space stared back at him. The swirling vortex just ahead dominated the view—pitch black, rimmed in eerie blue and purple light that shimmered like liquid lightning. A black hole.

It didn’t look like anything he’d ever seen before. No picture or description had prepared him for the way the stars twisted around its mouth and vanished the moment they touched its edge. Light didn’t bounce off or shimmer—it just disappeared, sucked into an abyss that looked more like a gaping wound in space than anything natural.

He took a single step back, heart hammering. "What... what is that?"

Behind him, a warm presence enveloped him as Dican’s arms gently circled his waist. The prince rested his chin lightly against Bian’s shoulder, his voice calm and deep.

"There is nothing to fear, my love," he murmured. "This ship can handle it. We will safely make it back home."

Bian leaned back into him, but his eyes stayed fixed on the slow approach of the cosmic terror outside. "It just... eats everything," he whispered. "Even light. It’s like a monster..."

"It’s a gateway," Dican corrected gently. "A very ancient one. Our ship was designed to pass through this particular anomaly. It’s stable. Safe. We’ve done this many times before."

Still, Bian’s fingers tightened around Dican’s hand. "Then why are the soldiers acting so weirdly?"

Dican blinked. "Weirdly?"

"I want to know," Bian said firmly, finally turning around to face him. "Every hallway I walk through, they stare at me. Not like I’m someone important. Not like I’m the prince’s mate. Like I’m something... strange. Like I’m something they’re not sure is supposed to be here."

His voice trembled near the end, and Dican immediately cupped his cheeks, concern clouding his features. "I’ll ask them, my love—"

"No!" Bian quickly grabbed his wrists. "Not directly. What if they suspect something? I want you to secretly find out. Please, Dican."

Dican held his gaze for a moment, then nodded obediently. "Alright. I’ll do it quietly. Wait here, my love. I’ll be back soon."

He pressed a light kiss to Bian’s forehead before slipping out of the observation deck. It took only a few turns through the sleek silver corridors before he slipped into one of the common lavatories—large, open, and shared among his officers and soldiers. As expected, there were a few inside, lounging near the sinks, chatting while waiting for their shifts to begin or end. Dican didn’t enter fully—he remained just by the door, standing still, letting the low murmur of conversation float to him.

"Did you see him?" a young voice muttered. "Oh my god. The second prince’s mate looks just like the third prince. Isn’t that... kind of creepy?"

"yeah... if we hadn’t seen third prince in real life I would have really believed this guy was our third prince for sure. That’s how similar they look."

"but our third prince seemed much calmer... I kind of liked him over this guy. This one just cries and whines and clings to our second prince."

"I know," another replied in a hushed whisper. "he.. he kind of seems fake."

"Well, aren’t you guys happy our highness finally found his mate?" someone else added.

"I am! I mean, I guess... but still. The guy’s weird. He looks human but..." The voice lowered even more. "He has Farian blood."

Dican stiffened slightly where he stood, but kept quiet.

"Are you sure?" another asked.

"Yeah, I can sense him. I’m not joking. He’s got Farian blood in him. He’s Farian, but like... has anyone actually seen him before? Was he ever on Gia?"

"Maybe he’s a descendant of those Farians left behind on prehistoric Earth," one soldier suggested, a touch of awe in his voice.

"Farians were left behind?"

"Yeah. Way, way back. A few stayed to study human evolution. Said they’d watch over the changes and development from the ground. I guess it’s possible one of their descendants still has Farian genes strong enough to trigger recognition."

"Whoa... So, like, a human-born Farian?"

"Exactly. Maybe that’s why he’s so... different. That would explain his bloodline."

"That’s huge news if true..."

Dican quietly turned away. He’d heard enough.

His steps were slow and thoughtful as he walked back toward the observation deck. The theory made a strange kind of sense—and it unsettled him deeply.

When he finally returned, Bian was still standing by the window, a faint glow from the approaching black hole painting his face in ghostly hues. The ship’s engines hummed beneath them, steady and powerful.

Dican walked in and gently wrapped his arms around Bian again.

"What did you find out?" Bian asked immediately, not turning.

Dican’s arms stiffened slightly around Bian as the words left his mouth.

"Some of them think you look similar to my third brother," he said, his voice quieter now, testing the reaction he already saw brewing. "That’s why they were all staring at you."

Bian didn’t speak for a few seconds. Then slowly, he turned in Dican’s embrace, his pupils dilated, and his expression growing more unreadable by the second. "How do they know what Jian looks like?" he asked, his voice eerily calm.

Dican hesitated. "I—"

"Did they meet him?" Bian asked again, more firmly. "Where?"

Dican’s brows furrowed slightly, watching the way Bian’s hands were trembling, even though his jaw was locked.

"I want you to order them to kill him."

The words came so quickly, so flatly, that for a moment Dican thought he’d misheard. But Bian was staring straight into his eyes now—raw, sharp panic behind the coldness of his tone. There was a flicker of fear... no, something deeper. Possessiveness. Desperation.

Dican didn’t reply immediately. He just stared, brows slightly drawn together. "Bian..."

"I said—" Bian stepped forward, gripping his chest now, both fists pressing against him. "I want you to order them to kill him!"

Dican didn’t move. He blinked once, lips parting faintly before he exhaled. "It seems like... my younger brother was aboard this ship just a day or so ago," he admitted carefully. "He must’ve come looking for someone. Maybe... something else."

Bian’s face drained of all color.

"But he’s gone now," Dican continued. "He left already. I also received official orders from the Emperor—he left behind two humans. I’m to deliver them safely to my elder brother’s fleet on the way."

Bian’s hands fell to his sides.

"Jian... was here?" he whispered. "Here? Just... a day ago?"

Dican nodded slowly.

Bian’s whole body tensed. A strange light flickered in his eyes—not joy, not relief. It was some twisted fusion of disbelief and rising dread. "We missed each other," he whispered under his breath, voice cracking. "We were right here, in the same place... and I didn’t even know..."

His breath was unsteady now. The walls seemed to tilt slightly as his thoughts spun. Jian had been here. The one person who might have known what was happening to him. The one person who was a link to a life he had left behind. The only one who’d ever truly—

"I want to see them," he said suddenly.

Dican tilted his head. "See who?"

"The humans Jian left behind," Bian said with a sudden sharpness in his voice. "I want to see them. Now."

"Bian—"

"I need to see them," he insisted, stepping even closer, eyes glassy with something he couldn’t name. "I need to know who they are. Why he left them. What he said to them. What he was doing here. Please."

Dican reached out slowly and took Bian’s shaking hands in his. "Alright," he said gently. "I’ll take you to them love,"