The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 485: The 23rd Hour

Chapter 485: The 23rd Hour

The adventures of two barely supervised eggs:

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In the depths of the mysterious space dimension where Da Long and Xiao Long found themselves, a whimsical scene unfolded, reminiscent of mischievous toddlers left to their own devices.

Da Long, the grey egg, was full of the spirit of adventure and discovery. With an uncanny ability to detect scents— no, it was a specific scent he was tracking— he rolled about with purpose.

His large form rolled in an upright manner as he followed the strongest scent trails in the green and vibrant space. Unlike his favorite game of hide and seek, often played in the Nanshan estate, Da Long’s mission was now different. Different, but clear: to explore every nook and cranny of the space where they found themselves.

Meanwhile, Xiao Long, the silver egg, was a bundle of boundless energy and... mischief. The egg that was known for getting cuddles from his favorite people— Xuan Yang, Xu Hu Zhe, and Xu Zeng— had finally run wild!

As a free-range troublemaker, he trailed after his brother, determined not to be left behind. Whenever Da Long paused to investigate, Xiao Long seized the opportunity to wreak havoc, his antics causing chaos and commotion wherever he went.

Despite their special brand of harassment, the space dimension that housed them was a nurturing and caring entity, much like a patient parent overseeing their unruly children. With a "selfless" heart, it gently guided the two eggs back to its special storage place where there was a pile of crystal nuclei teeming with energy.

The two eggs couldn’t resist the pull of the energy. It wasn’t the chaotic energy found in the zombie plane. Well, it was, but not quite. The space had been purifying this energy, using some and leaving a concentrated stash for itself... ahem for the children.

At first, the energy was chaotic, while powerful it was beneficial and harmful to one who was foolish enough to use it. But it was a space. It was older than anything still walking and talking in the zombie plane.

Maybe an ancient plant could rival its age in the zombie plane, but it was uncertain if it had gained enough intelligence to battle for superiority. The space on the other hand was wise and old, and thanks to its new energy source, it had advanced by leaps and bounds!

It didn’t have to beg its two masters for energy anymore! It didn’t have to lead them astray just to get some energy! It was no longer a beggar!!!

Ahem...

This space is refined and old and wise and kind... and umm... this space was very respectable.

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As Da Long and Xiao Long settled among the crystals, they began to absorb energy at a rapid pace, their forms pulsating with newfound vitality. In their own way, they were preparing for a momentous event: hatching.

Their Papa, Xuan Jian was with their father, Xuan Yang. Their Uncle, Xu Zeng was with Bai Mo and Xu Hu Zhe. Their close friends, Xiao Mo, and Xiao An were with their own dad, Lee Hua. Everyone was with everyone else, would no one be there for Da Long and Xiao Long’s hatching?

The space did not count.

What about their dad? Would the space at least bring his body to witness this miracle? Where was his body anyway?

Hatching is nice and all, but what about Xu Feng? He should watch his children hatch, especially after such a difficult labor. The patch of blood in the grass was gone, was he in the Dong ancestor’s space? He wasn’t! Where could he be?

Well to answer your question, we’ll have to go back a few months.

The two big buddhas of this space were born a little over three months ago, the day they lost their dad. In the end, Xu Feng’s body found its way to the Dong Ancestor’s space. His healing was barely keeping up with his blood loss. It was a cursed sight.

But... yeah, but. There is always a but or a butt.

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Back in time, 3 months and some change. Dong Yang’s Space:

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Dong Yang stood near the middle of the lush oasis, his eyes fixed on the nearly lifeless body in his realm. The vibrant greenery that once danced with life seemed to wither under the weight of hopelessness that shrouded his very being.

Like the manikin lying lifelessly in the center of the fields of green, the edges of the haven were decaying steadily.

History was threatening to repeat itself in a new way but following the same pattern, and Dong Yang found himself unprepared to endure the resurgence of feelings he had long suppressed.

Whatever the consequences of his actions were, he would bear it all.

However long it took until the life bringer was revitalized, he was willing to fight to stay a source of energy until then. This was the least he could do. A small sacrifice for his sin.

Dong Yang stood frozen in the sea of flourishing greenery for only a moment more. His gaze, usually indifferent and detached, now held a weight that seemed to mirror the burden of lifetimes.

The space around him, filled with the intoxicating scent of life, couldn’t alleviate the sense of hopelessness that shrouded him.

Decades of silence and numbness seemed to unravel in the face of this near-lifeless body.

His stolen moments had caught up with him, and the one he had taken from was now destined to suffer. The ancient specter, locked in a dance with the inescapable cycle of life, found himself tethered to the consequences of his actions.

The boy, Xu Feng, lay there with pale, lifeless lips, and an ache penetrated Dong Yang’s ancient heart. Though his face remained impassive, the pain in his eyes betrayed the internal turmoil.

With a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation, Dong Yang shifted his gaze away from Xu Feng. His steps were deliberate as he moved toward his cave, the innermost sanctuary of his existence.

This was not a retreat for cultivation; it was a journey to power the very space that enveloped them.

Within the confines of the cave, Dong Yang seemed to meld with the environment, becoming an integral part of the eerie prison that bound him.

An hour passed like this, the space growing duller and duller at the far edges, beyond one’s eye line, far in the distance. A second hour passed, and the corrosion continued.

A third hour passed and a shudder was heard within the cave. It was painful even for a soul so old it forgot its own age. Pain was still painful, living in seclusion wasn’t as numbing as one would think. When the time came, humanity could still be found within him.

The eighth hour passed and there was no more sound from within the cave, the ancient knew time in his domain, his prison, was much different from the outside world. Hours became days and days became months. It was a depressing thing that continued on and on with no end in sight.

The twelfth hour passed. What does one do when they’re imprisoned in a paradise? But is it still a paradise when your loved one is missing? Or does it become a hell when you lose the novelty of solitude?

The sixteenth hour trickled by like a snail taking its time teasing a tortoise. Who would win? Who would win? This imaginary snail was moving slowly to tantalize the tortoise, but when it mattered most, it would speed up and win the race.

The imaginary snail was a tease indeed.

The twentieth hour danced by doing the waltz, and Dong Yang regretted every decision immensely. The story didn’t begin with him, but even in his lifetime, he had done the life-bringer wrong. History would keep repeating itself unless he broke the cycle.

He would break the cycle, or it would break him.

The twenty-second hour made its way by, and the ancient was beyond miserable. MISERABLE. He was counting time according to the world beyond his domain. It was the only way he stayed sane in the space, that and sleeping.

Sleeping was always a good option. He could still feed the space and Xu Feng’s body while he slept. It was actually more energy-efficient for everyone. He didn’t like to sleep since the silver-haired "talent" had appeared.

Life had become bright again. The space was always bright, but so dull. With Xu Feng around, even at a distance, it was like the world was on fire and there was meaning again. The colors had depth and a vibrancy he’d almost forgotten.

Was it willingly or unwillingly forgotten? Dong Yang wasn’t sure it was his plan to forget what made life beautiful. But when that beauty reentered his life, it was hard to go cold turkey once again. He didn’t want to say goodbye to the life-bringer.

The twenty-third hour had come and gone, and Dong Yang had made up his mind. This was too miserable.