Vanguard of the Eternal Night

Chapter Ch154 - Extra 1

translator: xiin

[ Odin and his husband return to the Earth District. There are rumors of plans for a new conference. ]

[ The 1171st A-League National Championships are coming up. Will the great demon king, Contestant Odin, compete? ]

[ The new <Law on Population Management of Alien Citizens> has been drawn up, and Chairman Li will appear in the Earth District. ]

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As soon as the husband and husband pair got off the ship, they were photographed by the media.

Tyron opened up the umbrella, covered their faces, and walked through the special passage with Victor.

Victor spoke, “Say hello, your fans are all very cute.”

“Not as cute as you.”

After more than two years of marriage, Victor was no longer the innocent Vic who would blush casually. He laughed when he heard this, “Okay, okay, but you’re still the cutest.”

Tyron: “The Chinese word for ‘cute’ is made up of your name and the word ‘love’.”

Cute – 可爱 – the first character is the same character as ‘Vic’, and the second character is the one for ‘love’.

Victor couldn’t hold back his smile. He raised up both hands, “I give up. I’m the cutest, quickly come and love me.”

Tyron leaned over to give him a kiss.

The two of them continued walking on without any embarrassment or awkwardness. Victor laughed as he said, “Where are we going first?”

They went to the cemetery.

Pei Rong had been buried in a cemetery. His tombstone only held his name.

He’d been reported missing for many years; his sister, Pei Ying, had never admitted to his death––for no other reason, but because once Pei Rong was dead, according to his will, she had basically nothing to do with his estate.

However, Pei Ying couldn’t stop or intervene with interstellar law. After having disappeared for three years, Pei Rong was finally declared legally dead.

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Tyron had anonymously donated the tomb, and he’d come back to see it after a few years.

In fact, there was nothing to see. Tyron set down a bouquet of flowers as a way of remembering the hardships from the time he’d just crossed over into the interstellar era.

“I’m very thankful to him.” Victor said, “If we have a chance, let’s watch the films he left behind. I hear they’re very good.”

The two of them stood there silently for two minutes, then left.

Unexpectedly, they encountered Pei Ying on the way out.

She couldn’t recognize Tyron anymore.

Victor glanced at Tyron, then replied to her, “Not really. We were just passing by.”

Pei Ying spoke, “It’s too cold here, isn’t it? My brother loved bustle and liveliness, so we’re crowdfunding and trying to move his tomb to a bigger place. If you’re fans of his, you certainly wouldn’t want to see him unhappy in heaven, so, would you like to donate a little?”

Victor really admired her. He said, “Won’t moving the tomb make him uneasy, little sister? Wasn’t Pei Rong said to be a quiet and low-key person?”

Pei Ying was anxious, “That was all a lie for the media and fans! He would love the new cemetery space. I’m his younger sister, and I’m the clearest about this!”

Victor was left speechless by this, “......”

Tyron spoke concisely, “Not donating, get lost.”

The old antique let out a bit of his killing aura, and Pei Ying was so scared that she didn’t dare to continue lying in front of him and walked away.

The two of them continued to make their way out and saw Pei Ying being dragged by the hair towards the toilet by her husband.

When Victor saw the scene from a distance, he asked, “Should we help her a little?”

Tyron said, “She can get a divorce at any time, but she’s not willing to. Nobody can help her.”

Victor was surprised.

Pei Ying was unwilling to get divorced. She kept complaining to Pei Rong, who was already dead, in personal emails, praying for her docile and obedient big brother to come back and support her while whining that her husband had asked her to go out to work. Pei Ying didn’t want to go out to work. She’d been a ‘housewife’ for over ten years, but she actually didn’t have to do any housework. As long as the marriage was valid, her husband would at least give her food to eat. So, she kept on eating and living, and when she was beaten too harshly, she went out to cheat fans and obtain donations so that she could continue to pretend to be a rich wife.

Victor sighed emotionally, “A lot of rice worms are just used to being fed. When they finish eating rice, they refuse to walk anywhere to find food, so they lie in the rice vat and wait to die.”

They went back to their old apartment.

Victor’s roommate had already moved out to live with his wife. The place was empty, and only the AI housekeeper had started up, waiting for its masters to come back.

The husband and husband couple finally fooled around in the house for a while. When they were tired, they lay down side by side on the sofa and recalled the past.

There was an electronic scale at home. Victor went to the scale and stood on it, “Ah, I’ve gained some weight.”

Tyron leaned to the side and drank hot chocolate from a mug. He said, “You’re a little taller.”

Victor compared it, he was almost up to Tyron’s eyes now. Then, he became a little worried, “Oh no, will you be able to hold me if I get heavier?”

Tyron said, “Remember the time when you lost 5.6 pounds in a month?”

Victor’s face turned thoroughly red, “Do you mean last year’s honeymoon, or the honeymoon the year before that, or the year before that...”

Tyron: “Basically. The honeymoon the year before was 5.3 pounds, and the year before that was on a desert planet, you lost 6 pounds in one go that time.”

Victor couldn’t help but say, “That actually had nothing to do with the climate! We practically didn’t go out at all!”

Tyron nodded approvingly, “So, the essence of the problem is ‘getting enough exercise’.”

Victor spoke bitterly, “This has nothing to do with exercise. We’re just not eating much because we’re in bed all the time. We’ll definitely lose weight if we just eat one meal a day...”

When it came to this, Tyron immediately began to nitpick, “Who would eat during that kind of time? You actually hid nuts beneath your pillow. I’m still angry now when I think about it.”

“I said it many times before! That walnut wasn’t for eating!”

“Then what was it for?”

Victor choked, “To smash you to death when you go too far!”

So, the two husbands began to get angry at each other. They picked up their pillows and had a pillow scuffle in bed.

As they play-fought, feathers flew everywhere, fluttering through the air and making the other party very attractive.

––The two husbands felt that the scene was a bit romantic. Continuing to fight in bed was a bit of a pity, so they simply started to do it.

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Two hours later, they stopped.

Tyron suddenly asked, “Do you have anything else to do after your meeting tomorrow?”

“No.” Victor acted as obedient as a quail, blushing and whispering, “I’ve deliberately arranged for a week of vacation. The Association thinks i”m busy here, and the people here think I’m busy with the Association.”

Both husbands grew happy at the same time.

They would have time to indulge in games until they couldn’t extricate themselves!

This ‘game’ naturally referred to the outside world they’d bought three years ago.

At present the base there had already been developed. It was basically self-sufficient and could produce food, minerals, weapons, equipment, medicine and so on every month/ It was enough for at least 100 people to play in the base.

However, neither of the husband and husband pair had any intention of opening up this outside world. They had simply been farming on the base––it had to be said that this was a very extravagant and wasteful act:

They had an entire primitive world to play around in, but in fact, they only observed it quietly. At most, when they saw something particularly interesting, they would move it back to the base for close observation!

More often than not, they played at nurturing and farming. When Victor had nothing to do, he would transfer over seeds from the interstellar era and raise them there. Even just a few seeds costed hundreds of thousands of credits to transfer through the wormhole, but for these two tall, rich, and handsome husbands, hundreds of thousands was really nothing much. Recently, Victor was planning to transfer over a small sapling and try to cultivate it in the outside world.

There was a type of bird in this outside world that was very delicious. Victor had created a breeding area in the base that specialized in this meat, but the old antique wasn’t very happy with it. He felt that the wild ones tasted better, so he would often take a bag of darts with him and go out, occasionally bringing back other larger creatures back for meat.

Neither of them ate viscera and fur. Mr. Assassin was an old antique, and was even more picky. Generally, he wouldn’t touch about 60% of the prey, and these extra things were generally handled by the base. Over time, some exotic carnivores and scavengers had gathered at the disposal site, and when they encountered survival difficulties, they would consciously run over to ask for help. After receiving help, they would disappear after their wounds were healed. Most of them would bring back some valuable gems, minerals, prey, and so on after a period of time, which was rather like ‘hospitalization expenses’.

Among them was a feline that looked like a lynx. Its leg often fractured after an old injury, and it would often seek help at the base. Victor was quite familiar with it.

Tyron expressed his disdain, “I hate cats, especially cats that need to be taken care of.”

Victor replied, “They’re very self-reliant. Every time we help it, it brings back prey. In fact, it’s not much different from raising a wild cat...”

At this point, the cat looked tentatively at Tyron and rubbed against his ankle with the side of its face.

Tyron: “...... What are you looking at me for. I really don’t like you.”

The cat: “Purr, purr.”

Tyron: “Last time, it was Victor’s request. Do you think I want to take care of you?”

The cat: “Purr, purr.”

Tyron: “Ha. You’re overthinking it.”

The cat: “Purr, purr.”

Tyron: “Not petting, get lost.”

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Victor, who was beside him, had a dark expression on his face.

The old antique was speaking in cat language again.

This time, the cat had broken its leg and gotten bitten by some large creature. It would need two additional days to recuperate.

In the evening, Victor prepared a kennel for it––well, there was only a dog kennel at the base, not a cat bed. The cat may have a dog’s soul in its body, as it immediately entered the dog kennel with great joy and faithfully treated it like home.

That same evening, Tyron stood in front of a shelf full of weapons for a moment, then picked up a handful of them and said, “I’m going out to play for two days.”

His power level was almost invincible in this outside world. Victor wasn’t worried at all, “Come back the day after tomorrow at the latest. Vantico and the others said they’d come over for a visit.”

Tyron put the gun away, then checked Song of Triumph and Deep Silence that were hanging at his waist. He prepared to go out, and gave Victor a kiss.

Victor smiled and said, “Also, the creature who bit our cat looks like a lion. But, don’t go too far. Just give it a warning, they also have to survive.”

Tyron was expressionless, “I’m just going out for a walk.”

With that, he went out surrounded with a murderous aura.

“Too cute heeheeheee.” Victor lay down on the bed and rolled around. Suddenly, he got up again and called out the window, “Your father is going to avenge you. When he comes back , you can try hard and chew on a slipper or something. I’ll try to get him to allow you to sleep in the house, okay?”

The cat on the other side of the window, “Purr, purr!”