Mecha Horror

“Not wearing‍​​‌‍⁠⁠​⁠‌⁠​⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌​‍​ it today…”

Although Huo Xianfeng felt a little regretful,  he decided to stop pushing his luck. Otherwise, soothing his wife’s temper would become an uphill battle.

“Alright, I’ll leave it at your door later.”

This time, he kept his word and didn’t stir up any more mischief.

Jiang Ci finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fifteen minutes later, the Major General emerged from the bathroom. Dressed in a pristine and meticulously ironed military uniform, he looked as cold and disciplined as ever, apart from his slightly flushed earlobes.

When Jiang Ci stepped out, his eyes instinctively sought Huo Xianfeng first. At last, the free-spirited Huo Xianfeng had put on a shirt. He still had that lazy and casual style, with his collar slightly open, revealing just enough of his collarbones.

Very strange

When he was shirtless, this man resembled a graceful yet powerful predator, exuding an alpha’s undeniable dominance. But once dressed, his demeanor softened significantly.

Jiang Ci’s gaze swept over his face, noting that when his messy hair fell over his forehead, he had a youthful air about him. Combined with his carefree, arrogant manner, he resembled a rebellious genius in a military academy—a prodigy who didn’t listen to the teachers yet always ranked first. Handsome yet infuriating in equal measure.

Meanwhile, Bai Ze, now in the form of a pendant, lay quietly on the table, frozen in terror. Beside it was Huo Xianfeng’s plate and an ordinary-looking white bone knife.

It watched helplessly as Huo Xianfeng used the white knife to slice through a mecha core as though it were tofu. He had then dismantled his compatriots into parts and selected the most exquisite piece to then… eat it.

So scary….

So horrible!!!

What kind of horrible monster did A-Ci find!!!?

Bai Ze wanted to flee, but fear kept it rooted in place.

It was afraid that, if it moved for even an inch, the Demon King would target him.

Though its programming assured Bai Ze that Huo Xianfeng would not devour it—after all, it was Jiang Ci’s mecha—watching him consume other mechas with such ease was utterly horrifying.

Bai Ze, on the verge of panic, attempted to contact Wan Jiang. But recalling Wan Jiang was likely busy with maintenance, it quickly called Forbidden Abyss instead.

The Forbidden Abyss replied instantly: “What’s up?”

“Aren’t you scared, Forbidden Abyss?”

Bai Ze felt that if he had tear glands, he would definitely outburst in tears.

“Your new owner is eating mechas!”

“…”

The Forbidden Abyss fell silent.

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Of course! To work for Huo Xianfeng and avoid being eaten!

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The Major General gaze subconsciously looked behind Huo Xianfeng, but he didn’t find the distinctive black tail. He unconsciously furrowed his eyebrows slightly and looked a bit disappointed.

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Huo Xianfeng replied matter-of-factly.

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“What, does the Major General want to see it again?”

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He did want to take a closer look. He had only caught a glimpse of the tail tip earlier before Huo Xianfeng had interrupted him. Jiang Ci strongly suspected Huo Xianfeng had deliberately used his tail to wrap around his waist, tempting him to lift the blanket and sneak a look.

The thought reminded Jiang Ci of last night when Huo Xianfeng’s hand had provocatively…

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“I don’t want to. It looks just like mechanical tentacles. What’s so great about that?”

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Jiang Ci froze, feeling as though that gaze had a physical presence, brushing over him and giving him the illusion of being completely exposed. Even though Huo Xianfeng merely repeated his words, Jiang Ci couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a deeper hidden meaning behind them.

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After all, during his time at the military academy and later in the Legion, he had been surrounded by hot-blooded alphas, so it was not uncommon for him to see some indecent things.  Jiang Ci once caught something when he was in charge of checking internal affairs one year.

Though he had only glimpsed it briefly,  it was obvious that one of the protagonists was a mechanical tentacle in the cockpit of the mecha.

“…Huo Xianfeng!”

“Mmn? I’m here.”

Whenever Jiang Ci called him, Huo Xianfeng would always answer first, as if he found it very amusing. He propped his face on one hand and slightly tilted his head to watch Jiang Ci with a lazy smile, enjoying his wife’s mix of annoyance and suppressed frustration. Then, he slowly said,

“Still, those things don’t hold a candle to my tail.”

Huo Xianfeng seemed to be particularly proud of the fact that he had finally grown a tail. Not only had he dragged Jiang Ci out of bed early to show it off, but after flaunting it, he had hidden it away to pique Jiang Ci’s curiosity. Now, he couldn’t resist bragging about it while belittling the mecha’s mechanical tentacles.

“It’s the most formidable weapon.”

“Fine, fine, you’re the best,”

Jiang Ci didn’t want to pay attention to him anymore.

He found that Huo Xianfeng was extremely childish. The more attention he gave to Huo Xianfeng, the more insufferable he became.

“Hmph, of course.”

Huo Xianfeng replied, shamelessly accepting Jiang Ci’s half-hearted compliment.

Jiang Ci sat down on the other side of the table and his plate was a colorful assortment of nutrient packs.

Nutrient packs came in various packaging but most were tube-shaped. For convenience during transportation, some were also made into small pouches with an edible outer layer could be dissolved by human saliva enzymes but remained sturdy when left out.

Some military-grade nutrient supplements were compressed into solid form, though their taste left much to be desired.

On Jiang Ci’s plate, the brightly colored pouches had been meticulously arranged into the shape of a flower.

It was obvious.

—This was his breakfast.

It seemed that the Zerg really had a fondness for flowers, even to the extent of arranging breakfast in floral shapes.

Jiang Ci confirmed this observation.

From a human perspective, it was a bit garish. The brightly colored pouches formed a floral display that could be considered an eyesore to human aesthetics. Yet, perhaps because of the “Huo Xianfeng filter,” Jiang Ci found it somewhat cute.

He glanced at Huo Xianfeng’s tray and was surprised.
“Where did you get so many S-class mecha cores?”

“Bright City has many armories—there are over a thousand of these things.”

Huo Xianfeng laughed.

“But they’re just average in flavor. Thinking back, I shouldn’t have let that whatever-Wolf escape. I wonder how a SS mecha core tastes. Will it taste better?”