Chapter 103: Brother?

Chapter 103

“Mei’er! Mei’er!” Night Jingxuan, covered in blood and ignoring his own wounds, supported the terrified Mei and called out anxiously.

The moment his hand touched her, Night Jingxuan sensed something terribly wrong with Mei’s body. Before, her body was soft but never to the point where no bones could be felt beneath the flesh.

Instinctively, his fingers tightened—and to his horror, he saw her body deforming under his touch.

Startled, he quickly relaxed his grip, eyes fixated on the twisted part of her shoulder. Without hesitation, he cradled her and dashed outside. He needed to examine her properly, and this place was clearly no place for that.

Carrying Mei as he ran, he didn’t notice the bracelet on her wrist—a new adornment—that flickered faintly.

Once outside, Night Jingxuan took out a moonlight crystal and carefully laid her on the bed. Only then did he realize how much blood he had smeared onto her.

Mixing the potion Mei had given him with water in a spray bottle, he hastily sprayed some on his own wounds to stop the bleeding. Despite trembling from the pain, he wiped himself off with a towel and gingerly removed Mei’s clothes.

Beneath the fabric, her skin was so pale it was almost translucent, with slender veins clearly visible.

He gently felt her bones, only to discover they were inexplicably soft, deforming with the slightest pressure.

Helpless, Night Jingxuan watched Mei’s faint breathing, then hurried to the driver’s seat. He started the energy vehicle and turned sharply, speeding toward the Longsheng Base.

He no longer knew what to do. His only hope was to reach Longsheng quickly, hoping the scientists there could figure out what was happening to her.

Far away in the depths of the cosmos, a man with long dark green hair and divine beauty concentrated intensely, channeling his psychic energy through a dark bracelet on his wrist as he called out.

“Sister, sister, can you hear me?”

Hours passed, but there was no response to his mental calls.

The man furrowed his brows in concern.

“Your Highness, the location of the other sacred stone has been locked!” Soon after, a handsome man in uniform knelt on one knee before him, reporting.

“Oh? Where is it?” The prince’s expression grew anxious.

“Your Highness, in a remote galaxy three hundred million light-years away.”

“Immediately notify the Royal Guard to prepare for departure. I will go there personally!”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

Watching his chief attendant leave, the prince’s gaze drifted to the distant sky.

“Sister, wait for me. I’m coming to bring you home.”

Meanwhile, in another space, as Mei’s consciousness slipped into darkness, Shirel’s hand trembled while brewing a magical potion, spilling two extra drops into the nearly finished brew, ruining it entirely.

Staring gloomy at the steaming potion, Shirel turned away from his magic tower and headed toward a nearby cave.

“Shirel? What brings you down from your tower today?”

Inside the cave, a magnificent scene in stark contrast to the rugged exterior greeted him: a slender, white dragon with horns, wings, and five claws lay coiled atop heaps of glittering treasures. The dragon looked surprised at his arrival.

“How much energy is left to tear through the space-time barrier?” Shirel asked without wasting words.

“Almost enough. What’s the matter?” The dragon shrank and transformed into an adult man, frowning.

“I’ll supplement the needed energy myself. I’m going to find her!” Though his face was calm, Shirel’s voice betrayed a trace of urgency.

“Did you sense something? Has Mei encountered trouble?” The man, Savitran, furrowed his brows deeply.

“I’m not sure. Just a strong unease. When will the formation be ready at the earliest?”

“By tomorrow morning. You should get ready. I’ll go find Dilo immediately!” Savitran vanished after speaking.

Shirel returned to his magic tower, placing his books, collected herbs, and potions into a spatial storage. If Mei’s life was truly in danger, his current stock might not be enough. He snapped his fingers, summoning his magical servants.

“Master, how may we assist you?” Four magical servants appeared respectfully.

“Collect everything on this list. As many as you can find. I want to see the items by tomorrow morning!” Shirel handed over a scroll and a pouch of coins.

“Yes, Master!” The four bowed and transformed into bats, flying out the tower window.

Shirel then summoned a white bone dragon, mounting it to soar into the sky.

At dawn the next day, Shirel returned riding the bone dragon. His four servants waited outside, along with Savitran and Dilo.

“Master, as per your orders, all materials have been gathered!” One servant handed over the spatial ring filled with herbs and the pouch of coins.

After inspecting the contents, Shirel nodded and stored them in his space. He then touched his fingertips, and four black beams of light entered the servants’ foreheads.

“In the name of the Necromancer Archmage Shirel, I grant you freedom!”

“Thank you, Master!” They gratefully bowed and transformed into bats, departing.

“Shirel, aren’t you planning to return?” Dilo asked, watching Shirel dismiss the servants.

“Do you think this muscle dragon, missing two people, can reopen the space barrier?” Shirel glanced at Savitran, disdain clear in his eyes.

“That’s true!” Dilo chimed in, nearly making Savitran choke.

“Hey, you two! I was one step away from becoming the God of Space. Must you treat me with such disdain?” Savitran looked at his friends with mock sorrow.

“Shirel, how about I go with you?” Dilo ignored Savitran’s antics and addressed Shirel seriously.

“You’re coming too?” Shirel frowned. Space traversal wasn’t a trivial matter and could be life-threatening.

“Yes, I want to see that world. Besides, it’s been so long—I do miss that little girl Mei!” Dilo’s gaze grew wistful.

“Fine, suit yourself.”

Dilo was an esteemed Star Seer, capable of foreseeing the future. He wouldn’t blindly rush into danger.

Shirel turned to Savitran. “Is the formation ready? How much energy remains?”

“If you all leave, won’t I be the only one left in this world? No way! I’m coming too! Just wait!” Savitran didn’t want to be alone.

After all, unless he became the God of Space, he might never see his friends again.

But becoming a god was no easy feat—who knew if fate would grant him the chance?

Besides, there was nothing here worth staying for. Better to explore the other world together!

Savitran acted swiftly, appearing before Shirel and Dilo in the blink of an eye.

“Little Sav, are you really going? Can you bear to leave the mother dragons of your clan?” Dilo teased.

“What do they have to do with me? And I’m older than you, so don’t call me ‘Little Sav’!” Savitran said disdainfully.

“Got it, Little Sav!” Dilo grinned. “Since we’re all going, I’ll help with the astral guidance spell!”

He drew his star-staff, waving it gently. Three stars—red, yellow, and green—appeared in the sky.

“Shirel, take the red star. It will lead you to the place closest to Mei where you’ll find the body most compatible with you. Little Sav, the green star is yours. It will guide you to the place most likely to become the God of Space.”

The last yellow star remained in Dilo’s hand, its purpose unspoken.

Savitran quickly drew the spatial formation on the ground. Soon it was complete. The three placed a large amount of energy crystals into the formation and stepped inside.

Savitran reverted to his dragon form, wrapping his body around the other two. With a long chant, the formation lit up beneath them. The surrounding space twisted, forming a massive vortex above their heads.

Exchanging a glance filled with concern, the three plunged into the swirling vortex.

After swallowing them, the vortex vanished, leaving only a mess behind.

Shirel immediately released the red star, which transformed into a streak of red light flying ahead. He hurriedly followed.

Dilo had said that by following the star, Shirel would reach the place closest to Mei.

Hopefully, she could hold on.

I’m coming to save you.

A silver-white shuttle car sped down the road. Even when zombies blocked the way, the vehicle showed no sign of slowing, smashing through them. Mutant zombies or beasts attacking were repelled by an energy shield enveloping the car.

Inside, Night Jingxuan carefully fed Mei, who was half-reclined on the bed, a spoonful of soup at a time.

After being unconscious for a day, Mei had awakened, but she couldn’t move. Her bones were far too soft to bear weight; any misstep would cause deformation. Eating, drinking, cleaning, even using the restroom—all depended on Night Jingxuan’s care.

“A-Ye, I can’t eat anymore! You’ve been busy all this time, but you haven’t eaten at all. Go eat!” Mei refused after less than half a bowl. She wanted to shake her head but feared her neck might twist from the weakness, which would be terrifying.

“I’m not in a hurry. You only eat this much—is the taste bad?” Night Jingxuan wiped the soup dribble from her lips with a handkerchief. Though gentle, he still left a faint red swelling.

Feeling the pain, Mei knew the area was swollen but showed no sign of distress.

She understood her body’s transformation wasn’t over, and she didn’t know how far it would go. She only hoped she wouldn’t lose her life.

(To be continued.)