TYMIMA Chapter 152

With Asmodeus dead, Si Hongche lost in illusion, and Benbu gone for reinforcements, the AGW Special Dangerous Death Row Prison was temporarily leaderless. Guards wandered through the theme park, bewildered and at a loss, with fighting temporarily ceased.

Adrian saw Lucas secretly using his shirt to wipe tears, the gland on his neck still bearing scabbed needle marks from where pheromones had been extracted.

He couldn’t help touching it, circling around the needle marks.

Though the area had healed and was again full of pheromones, thinking of someone holding Lucas down and piercing the long needle into his gland until blood was drawn filled him with murderous intent.

He wanted to kill everyone involved, including insignificant watching eyes.

Also, those stupid guards who had damaged his soul couldn’t be spared. Since he couldn’t recognize their faces, he’d just kill them all.

Lucas’s tears suddenly stopped because his gland was being rubbed by dry fingertips. The previously injured area that was still healing was more sensitive to touch, and he hadn’t had a chance to take suppressants since being captured.

“Hey…”

Adrian’s eyelids lifted slightly, his fingers stopping.

Lucas could feel the warning, chilly gaze from above without even looking.

Damn, who could control this—how had Adrian become like this?!

Lucas gripped Adrian’s shirt under his suit with both hands: “Bro… stop rubbing.”

“Can’t pinch, can’t rub either?” Adrian’s fingers slid from Lucas’s gland to the front of his neck, lifting his chin to make Lucas look at him with wet lashes.

For the dark side, there were no principles or morals in this world. What he wanted to do depended entirely on his own will.

Lucas’s eyelids were rubbed red against the shirt and wouldn’t go down anytime soon. He secretly pouted, thinking that indeed weak Omegas had no diplomacy. If he had the Zhou siblings'[[[[[[[[This is Lucas’s sarcastic way of referring to the powerful sibling duo, with Dream Witch being Lance’s older sister. They’re both high-level Awakened with formidable abilities – Dream Witch has [Bewitch] and other mental manipulation powers, while Lance has his connection to the Outer God and various abilities.]]]]]] abilities, Adrian would definitely be kneeling at his feet repenting right now.

“I haven’t had suppressants in a long time.” Lucas said gloomily.

Though he was his brother, he was also an Alpha, and moreover an unrelated Alpha.

Even though Adrian had once changed his diapers, applied medicine to his domestic violence wounds, coaxed him to sleep, been ridden on his back, and eaten his leftover ice cream and breadsticks…

Holy shit, the more he thought about it, the more pitiful Adrian seemed?

Lucas had never before stood in Adrian’s position to experience the awkward situation of being an adopted eldest son.

Many things Adrian did for him, he would never have done for Adrian in the past, because he still had his mother, and his mother wouldn’t allow her biological child to serve the adopted son.

So it had always been him taking from Adrian without ever giving anything, and he didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.

Actually, if Adrian were also biological, then he wouldn’t need to tutor his homework, correct his papers, teach him piano, coax him to sleep, or be blamed by mother for his mischief.

These seemed to be things Lucas only gradually understood now that he’d reached this age.

“…Then you can rub, just be gentle.” Lucas said self-destructively.

Adrian squinted, satisfiedly pinching twice near the needle mark on the gland before withdrawing his hand.

He wasn’t necessarily trying to challenge his little brother’s endurance—after all, rubbing glands without suppressants still carried risk of heat.

He just wanted Lucas’s permission—unique, exclusive permission to cross boundaries.

Adrian exerted force with the arm around Lucas’s lower back, lifting him up in a princess carry.

Lucas was startled, quickly pressing his palms against Adrian’s chest: “What are you doing?”

“Don’t move.” Adrian carried him toward the stairwell, his two wings still enveloping him, blocking the cold wind.

He actually didn’t want to see the chattering young master or the others who came with him. He didn’t have the patience to explain, and he hated crowds even more.

But Lucas was still hungry, and the rare lead ore shackles hadn’t been removed.

“Damn, won’t even let me move. Sure enough, being repressed too long makes you perverted.” Lucas mouthed the words silently, complaining.

“Dare to curse me in your heart?”

Lucas immediately shut up, quickly looking up to study Adrian. Though he didn’t know how Adrian had discovered it, he really didn’t dare move anymore.

He suddenly had a very subtle feeling, as if he’d returned to childhood when he was just a little kid who needed his brother’s care, and being carried around was natural.

Sigh, twenty-six years old wasn’t particularly old, right?

Anyway, Adrian was always eight years older than him and would always have to take care of him.

Lucas’s nature was hard to change. After being quiet for a while, he became restless, using his toes to touch the feathers on Adrian’s wing.

This wing was really big and hard, looking particularly secure. Flying with it would definitely be super cool.

A feather was sticking up—fun! Kick it once, kick it again.

The feather got flattened.

Lucas was having a great time when Adrian suddenly stopped, the arm supporting his knees sliding to his ankles as he unceremoniously pulled off both his socks and threw them on the ground.

Lucas’s toes immediately curled up, his instep arching: “My socks!”

“Dirty.” Adrian was merciless.

Lucas pouted, somewhat dejected.

His prison uniform was dirty too. At least the socks provided warmth, and how was he supposed to walk without socks?

Just then, the wings suddenly folded inward another inch, fluffy dense feathers touching his toes.

Lucas was stunned. He lifted his calves slightly, exploring forward to let his entire sole touch Adrian’s feathers. He suddenly discovered the wings actually had body temperature.

Under the feathers, though somewhat hard, was the temperature of a human chest.

He pushed his luck and pressed both feet completely against them. Without socks in the way, he immediately felt much warmer.

So he shifted to a comfortable position, closing his eyes to rest in the warm wings, not minding being scolded by Adrian.

Adrian had just carried his brother to the stairwell when Zhan Pingchuan rushed up.

Frequent time travel had delayed him considerably because he still couldn’t control the return points well. Sometimes he’d accidentally go back a month, when the prison’s structure was very different from now.

After several attempts, though he wasn’t exhausted, he was covered in sweat.

Seeing Adrian walking from the corridor, he perked up: “Uncle!”

Adrian lifted his eyelids, warning in time before Zhan Pingchuan could start babbling: “Shut up.”

Unfortunately, the warning was ineffective on Zhan Pingchuan. He selectively filtered out those two words: “Uncle, I’ve been looking for you forever. How are your emotions? Don’t get excited—you’re just dark inside, twisted, completely insane, but you still recognize me. I’m still your dear nephew!”

Adrian really couldn’t stand such a sunny voice. He immediately closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths to avoid retreating back into a repressed state.

Seeing Adrian’s face darken, Zhan Pingchuan whooshed away, creating distance: “You’re mentally ill, I won’t provoke you. Did you find Uncle Lucas?”

He momentarily didn’t see Lucas hidden in Adrian’s huge wings.

Lucas heard the familiar chatterbox voice and grabbed Adrian’s wing to lift his head: “Zhan Pingchuan?”

“Uncle Lucas!” Zhan Pingchuan’s eyes flashed with delight. “My uncle really saved you! I was worried we’d be too late.”

Lucas was already immune to being called Uncle Lucas. He looked at Zhan Pingchuan puzzledly: “Why are you standing so far away?”

They were all allies—what safe distance was Zhan Pingchuan maintaining?

Zhan Pingchuan suddenly looked grave: “Listen, Uncle Lucas, you absolutely cannot provoke my uncle right now. Whatever he wants to do, let him do it. What’s beside you now is my uncle’s dark side—unimaginable evil and obsession, no different from a time bomb.”

Adrian stared at Zhan Pingchuan sinisterly, licking his molars, his hands itching unbearably.

“You’re saying this right in front of me?”

Zhan Pingchuan pointed at his feet, helpfully reminding: “I jumped out of your [Heaven] casting range.”

“…” Really asking for a beating, but his hands weren’t free to hit him.

Lucas was confused—this was his first time hearing about a dark side.

“What, my brother has split personality?”

Sure enough, Adrian was seriously ill!

Zhan Pingchuan waved his hand: “It’s his fourth-tier ability [Gate of Rebirth]. It can activate a more powerful, more terrifying version of himself. To recover, we’ll probably have to wait for his soul damage to heal.”

Lucas shrank his neck.

More terrifying? More powerful?

He should have known better than to play with Adrian’s feathers with his toes.

His injuries hadn’t healed yet—getting beaten again would be a losing proposition.

“Enough.” Adrian sternly interrupted. He didn’t like hearing others discuss him in front of him.

Adrian stepped forward, and Zhan Pingchuan stepped back. To maintain his right to speak, he kept his distance from Adrian.

Suddenly, Zhan Pingchuan saw two small pieces of fluff on Lucas’s pale lips.

Those couldn’t possibly be his uncle’s feathers, because given his uncle’s current violent state, anyone who dared to pluck feathers would be beaten to a pulp!

“Uncle Lucas, did you swallow a live chicken? Why do you have feathers on your lips?”

“…”

Lucas’s lips twitched as he said admiringly: “How exactly does one become as abstract as you, brother-in-law?”

“Probably through innate talent, Uncle Lucas.” Zhan Pingchuan answered seriously.

Lucas weakly collapsed in Adrian’s arms, wiping the fluff from his lips.

Dark side?

He’d nibbled on the dark side’s fluff, used the dark side’s wings to warm his feet, and the dark side remembered old grievances from over a decade ago in detail…

Haha, this time he was really done for!

With Zhan Pingchuan leading the way, Adrian, who wasn’t controlled by [Virtual Realm], successfully found the Golden House and reunited with the main force.

Popov, who’d returned first, had already briefly recounted what happened on floors five, six, and seven. He was now munching power pills while leaning against a wall and vomiting.

As soon as Adrian returned carrying Lucas, Dream Witch and the other High Tower people rushed over: “How’s Mad Clown?”

Adrian was annoyed by the noisy environment. With a cold face, he opened his wings.

Lucas felt uneasy inside, somewhat listless. Just as he was about to open his eyes to reassure his companions, he heard Fata cover his mouth as tears streamed out: “Lucas! Don’t die, I’ve prepared new medicine!”

Fata frantically hand-synthesized high-efficiency activation pills.

Lucas smelled the familiar shit-like odor and was so scared he squeezed his eyes shut.

Help! Whoever wanted to eat it could eat it—he absolutely wouldn’t!

Ling Qi rushed over: “Are there any open wounds? Let me handle this!”

Dream Witch’s face went ashen, her hair losing color from anger: “Damn, whoever killed the stupid clown, I’ll slaughter his whole family!”

Oliver’s heart sank, his eyes pained: “I was still too late.”

Abaddon squeezed to the front, raising his broad palm and choking up: “I want to summon his spirit to ask what happened.”

Lance happened to arrive with a large group of Utopians. Seeing everyone crying and calling for Lucas, his heart skipped half a beat.

“Mad Clown is dead?” Lance couldn’t believe it.

Lily collapsed to the ground with a thud, her eyes vacant: “How could Lucas bear to leave our Underachiever Alliance?”

Lucas stared at the ceiling, unable to help but sigh: Ah, this familiar feeling.

He straightened up, lifting the corners of his lips high in his signature sinister smile.

“Long time no see, idiots.”

 

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