This sleep lasted eleven hours.
It had to be said, human adaptability was strong. From the initial sleepless nights with Sang Jue lying on him to peaceful sleep now had only taken one or two adjustments.
Sang Jue’s waist was very thin, one palm was enough to cover it. The tail beside him hung heavy, the waistband sliding down a large section, revealing two small patches of pale skin.
The owner of the large palm woke up, fingertips moving slightly, inadvertently touching the delicate skin. The thin-waisted little slave shivered all over, mumbling: “It’s ticklish, you… don’t touch randomly.”
“…Let go, get down.”
Sang Jue was probably a little monster with eight tentacles in his past life, not only clinging entirely to Huo Yanji, but also providing morning Adam’s apple biting wake-up service.
It was insubordination, extremely treasonous.
Sang Jue was truly infatuated with Adam’s apples, nibbling carefully like savoring a delicacy, his tongue occasionally brushing over it, wet.
Huo Yanji’s eyes weren’t even open yet, but the first thing he did was flip the person under him, pin down Sang Jue’s hands, and prop himself up halfway: “Little slave rule number two: no biting me without permission, understood?”
Sang Jue blinked and asked: “Why? I’m careful with the force, I won’t bite through.”
Huo Yanji suddenly gripped Sang Jue’s knees, lifting them slightly.
Sang Jue was confused but impressed, looking at him puzzledly.
Huo Yanji’s dark eyes cleared somewhat. He rolled over Sang Jue and got out of bed, his tone flat: “Have you never experienced morning erections?”
Sang Jue was stunned, shaking his head slightly.
He understood morning erections—a physiological state all human males experienced, but he’d never had one, probably because he didn’t used to dream.
Sang Jue got up, his clothes hanging loosely on his shoulders, asking curiously: “Did you have a wet dream? What are wet dreams like? Who was the other person?”
“…No.” Huo Yanji turned back, warning meaningfully: “Males are usually very sensitive in the morning. Any teasing could make them lose control.”
Sang Jue asked: “Then what?”
Huo Yanji said: “Then they’d want to bully the person beside them.”
“So bad.” Sang Jue huffed quietly, “How would they bully?”
Huo Yanji used Sang Jue’s language: “For example, mating.”
Sang Jue said: “Why is mating considered bullying?”
In the animal kingdom, mating was painful and uncomfortable, so it could indeed be understood as bullying, but when humans did this, both parties felt pleasure, and there were no barbs involved.
Sang Jue was frank and direct. When asking these questions, his eyes only held curiosity, without any adult desire.
The morning fire was completely extinguished.
Huo Yanji walked into the bathroom, dropping a casual remark: “You’ll understand when you meet someone who makes your heart race.”
“If the heart moves, you’ll die.” Sang Jue muttered quietly.
“Talking back—your enslavement period will be extended.”
Sang Jue huffed quietly. It was already a lifetime, where could it be extended to? Once he completed his mission, he’d fake his death to show Huo Yanji.
But he hadn’t thought deeply about future spouse issues.
In fairy tales, evil dragons all kidnapped princesses home. In reality, there were no princesses, and he hadn’t seen any other female evil dragons either.
Humans and animals needed to find mates and reproduce because their lifespans were limited, yet they wanted to extend their limited lives infinitely.
But Sang Jue had no such need.
Sang Jue would always be Sang Jue, not needing offspring to continue a limited life.
But human males could be with males, which seemed to contradict the theory of mating to continue life.
Even if they could have sex, they couldn’t have offspring.
Sang Jue kept thinking about these things until Huo Yanji came out of the bathroom.
He sniffed with his nose, blinked, and asked: “So did you relieve your dick like Ivan wrote in his notes?”
His words were shocking.
Huo Yanji: “…”
Sang Jue always managed to ask questions that left people speechless.
Huo Yanji directly avoided it, saying flatly: “I’m going to work, can’t take you into the military zone. The city’s under lockdown, don’t run around. If you’re caught, sleep in prison tonight.”
Sang Jue thought: “Could you lend me your pass card?”
Huo Yanji faced the mirror adjusting his clothes, asking: “Where are you planning to go?”
Sang Jue said: “I want to transport back the belongings old Karl left me.”
Huo Yanji neither agreed nor refused.
He went to the living room, and disheveled Sang Jue got off the bed to follow. When Huo Yanji stepped into his military boots, he actively ran over to squat down and help tie the black shoelaces.
Huo Yanji looked down at Sang Jue’s hair whorl, starting to consider how long it would take him to untie the shoelaces tonight.
Sang Jue indeed tied them very messily—the shoelaces were too long. But he was very satisfied with himself, patting his hands and standing up: “You must treasure these, don’t let them come undone.”
Huo Yanji hummed, gripping the door handle to leave. He turned back: “The pass card is on the bar table.”
Sang Jue didn’t respond, staring at him without blinking, his tail swishing behind him.
“…” Huo Yanji thought of something and said like last time when leaving: “I’m going out.”
Sang Jue was satisfied and responded: “Be careful on the road, come home early.”
“You don’t have work now, you have plenty of time—” Old Herman’s matter wasn’t resolved yet. Until he confirmed there were no more rebels infiltrating the relics management office, Huo Yanji didn’t plan to let Sang Jue go to work again.
“So read more books, that’s the little slave’s task for today.”
“…” The little slave was very rebellious, turning to leave.
Huo Yanji curved his lips slightly, saying flatly: “Read whatever you want, but I’ll check tonight.”
Sang Jue: “…”
Damn it.
Huo Yanji not only wanted to be his father, but also wanted to be his teacher.
He liked students, sons, and prisoners, but not little slaves.
Hmph.
…
The heavy rain showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Sang Jue held up the yellow umbrella Hill had given him before, walking on empty streets.
Unlike the previous alert period, apartment windows were all open. Although confined at home, it didn’t stop residents from standing by windows, coldly watching this city.
Sang Jue was checked by soldiers three times on his way—he wanted to find a rope to hang Huo Yanji’s pass card around his neck.
The relics management office was still working normally, and there were people in the warehouse.
This time Sang Jue specifically brought a small cart and two cardboard boxes.
Warehouse manager Old Mac still remembered him, sighing silently. Just eight or nine days ago, Old He, Shiwei, and Sang Jue had met here for the first time, and today only Sang Jue remained.
He gave Sang Jue a waterproof cloth: “You can cover it over the cart.”
Sang Jue politely said goodbye: “Thank you.”
With Huo Yanji’s pass card, Sang Jue ran around everywhere, filling Huo Yanji’s house to the brim. He even moved back a wine cabinet specifically for displaying old Karl’s treasured liquor.
007 could teach him how to mix drinks, and when Huo Yanji wasn’t busy with work, he’d make them for him to drink.
Hmm… what would Ji Ji be like when drunk?
…
In the Supervision Center, in Huo Yanji’s office, several high-ranking officials sat facing each other on the sofa, all looking grim.
Three days had passed since “Dawn” was revealed. Apart from Huo Yanji’s growing support among ordinary citizens, there wasn’t a single piece of good news.
“Did all the other districts respond?”
Fu Xi pinched his brow: “Except for District 19, we’ve communicated with all of them.”
Huo Yanji curved his fingers, lightly tapping the desk: “Can’t contact District 19?”
Fu Xi nodded, also finding it strange: “Could something have happened? But we haven’t received any distress signals.”
Due to the meteor season, humanity’s current network coverage was far inferior to prehistoric times. Only the area around the main city was relatively developed, allowing residents between districts to communicate with each other.
But in more distant and remote areas, residents could only contact each other within the city, with minimal interaction with the main city, and shallow emotional connections.
Their military could contact the main city or underground city, but they wouldn’t make contact unless necessary, except for the tri-monthly city status reports.
Huo Yanji asked: “The underground city can’t contact District 19 either?”
Zom beside him hummed: “Can’t contact them. We’ve already notified nearby District 32 to send people to check.”
The other three council members were being controlled, leaving only Zom free, and some matters still required his cooperation.
Fu Xi looked worried: “Although the other districts agreed to reveal the ‘Dawn’ plan at the appropriate time, but…”
Huo Yanji looked at him.
Fu Xi rubbed his brow and asked directly: “How do you plan to handle the knowing maintainers of the ‘Dawn’ plan?”
First, every safe zone’s administrator, research institute director, and regional commander absolutely knew about this plan. But they couldn’t all be disposed of, right? They couldn’t find suitable replacements for a while, especially military commanders.
Huo Yanji looked down: “Non-‘Dawn No. 2’ participants will be disciplined, participants will step down, and be dealt with accordingly.”
According to the “Supervisor Code,” all words and actions of high-level officials must not damage civilian interests or endanger collective life safety.
Both Dawn plans had far violated this foundation. If participants didn’t pay a price, it would be too unreasonable.
Huo Yanji looked at Zom across from him: “You still won’t cooperate and reveal the whereabouts of all kidnapped residents in ‘Dawn No. 2’?”
This plan hadn’t been executed yet. Although all twelve rifts had been excavated and developed years ago, with elevators to the underground world, restarting operations wasn’t something that could be done overnight.
Those residents who ‘failed genetic testing’ must still be hidden somewhere. When Huo Yanji returned from Rift No. 2 last time, he had ordered Deputy Song Li to closely monitor personnel entering and leaving Rift No. 2, but found no abnormalities.
Zom was silent for a while: “Since everything’s been revealed, why not do it completely and let us try—”
His voice stopped abruptly as a tentacle directly strangled his neck across the coffee table, tightening more and more.
“How many people did you capture in the first wave? One thousand, five thousand, ten thousand?” Ling Gen, who had been silent, sneered coldly, “What do so many lives mean to you!?”
“Uh…”
Zom couldn’t make a sound, his face flushed red. His formerly ruddy complexion had become quite haggard these past few days, finally showing the appearance of a seventy or eighty-year-old man.
Fu Xi instinctively tried to intervene but was pushed away by Ling Gen’s palm, only able to stand aside awkwardly.
Huo Yanji didn’t stop him, watching coldly: “My patience is limited. If you don’t speak, someone else will.”
Just before suffocation, Ling Gen withdrew his tentacle. Zom fell directly to the ground, breathing and coughing heavily: “Cough cough… bastard! What are you doing!?”
He never expected anyone to treat him this way.
Just a few days ago when everything was revealed, Huo Yanji hadn’t dared do anything to him…
A gun was pressed against his head.
Huo Yanji propped his arm on his leg, letting out a light scoff, his eyes filled with coldness: “It seems my gentle attitude these past few days gave you all the wrong impression, making you think the Court could still be high and mighty as before, not having to pay any price for the ‘Dawn’ plan.”
The reason they hadn’t done anything to the council members until now was consideration for the underground city.
The entire underground city was under the Supreme Court’s control and was humanity’s lifeline. The surface death rate was far higher than the newborn birth rate, so population maintenance relied entirely on underground city distribution, including some food resources.
Vice Speaker Gode was still unaware of everything happening in the main city. Having just left District 7, he discovered he couldn’t contact Zom and was on his way to the main city, where he could be detained together.
But apart from these few people, many council members still remained in the underground city.
Once the Court realized they were about to lose power, they might very well fight desperately and cut off communication between the underground city and surface safe zones.
Humanity’s current situation was too dire—every step had to be carefully considered.
Zom’s attitude truly illustrated this point. Although he had apologized, he clearly believed he held important resources and that no one would really do anything to him, that everything could continue as before. The Court was still the lofty Court, wielding supreme power.
Huo Yanji released the safety, saying flatly: “A council member who has lived in the underground city for years with no combat experience being killed for infection should be quite reasonable.”
Zom’s face looked terrible: “Before becoming the highest executive officer, you swore an oath never to mistakenly kill any resident…”
Huo Yanji said indifferently: “From the day I learned about the ‘Dawn’ plan, you’ve just been a criminal who hasn’t been arrested yet.”
Zom was obviously afraid of death.
Having lived in luxury for years, without a single scar on his body, without any illness, how could he not fear death?
He had once fantasized that he would spend his twilight years in the highest position, leaving his name in history for perpetuating the flame of civilization.
When future generations looked back at this history, they would point to his name and evaluate that he was a gift from heaven to humanity, blessed with longevity due to his great achievements.
But now the fantasy was shattered. He would be reviled for eternity, despised by countless people.
Zom’s face looked terrible: “It’s not that I don’t want to give you their whereabouts, I don’t know the location of those rebel camps either… During those days when you were framed and arrested by Old Herman, I couldn’t contact them anymore.”
“You fucking!!” Ling Gen kicked viciously, gritting his teeth: “I’ll make sure you don’t die peacefully!”
Huo Yanji had Zom taken away and completely confined: “No one is allowed to visit.”
“Yes!”
Being dragged away, Zom still tried to struggle desperately: “Are you crazy! Do you want to go to war with the underground city!!”
No one answered him.
Only after the angry shouting gradually faded did Fu Xi take a deep breath: “The main city is fine, with less than seven hundred people missing, but District 5 has lost thirteen hundred people.”
District 5 had a mixed population, so even with large numbers of people missing, it wasn’t easy to detect.
Although Fu Xi was also aware of the “Dawn” plan, whether compelled by necessity or also believing that without deviants humanity would perish, he had been playing the role of accomplice.
But maintaining a plan set by predecessors was completely different from personally sending tens of thousands to their deaths.
The Court understood his character, so they hadn’t approached him, but cooperated with Old Herman to execute “Dawn No. 2.”
Ling Gen closed his eyes: “Before the meteor season, they abandoned over a billion compatriots—the underground city could have held more people, but the Supreme Court worried about insufficient resource storage and only kept a batch of useful people, less than a hundred million.”
“After the meteor season, to have the strength to fight contaminated monsters and gain living space, they sacrificed half of humanity for a long time as offerings.”
“Now, they plan to sacrifice these hundreds of thousands who failed genetic testing—” Ling Gen said sarcastically, “Humanity has killed far more of its own than monsters have.”
They had been destroying themselves all along.
Fu Xi sighed deeply without defending anything: “It’s a complete mess now. Many deviants in the city are reacting strongly, not cooperating with the lockdown, causing many losses… I don’t know what kind of compensation could appease them.”
The chaos was just emotional venting. With their lives about to end, any compensation was meaningless, making this matter particularly difficult to handle.
Moreover, once they lost the labor force of deviant mercenaries, many resources in the city would sharply decrease.
Huo Yanji said: “Open up jobs that previously excluded deviants from the city, give monthly subsidies, indirect compensation for ‘retirement.'”
Ling Gen didn’t participate in this topic, staring at Huo Yanji’s military boots the whole time.
These shoelaces were more tangled than jellyfish tentacles…
Fu Xi was silent for a while: “But this way, ordinary people would be left out. Many of them haven’t left the city since arriving at the surface and have no combat ability. We can’t send them to the wilderness, can we?”
Huo Yanji said flatly: “So the supervisor organization needs reshuffling.”
Fu Xi was stunned.
Currently, all safe zones were similar—military and supervisors mainly held power, while political districts were relatively weak.
“What do you mean?”
“Dissolve the Supervision Bureau, replace it with a department for maintaining order, recruiting personnel equally from both ordinary people and deviants. And supervisors’ combat ability isn’t weak—they could form a separate organization specializing in collecting military supplies from the wilderness.”
Fu Xi said in shock: “This is complete reshuffling, isn’t the risk too high!?”
As the highest authority among supervisors, proposing these plans was equivalent to Huo Yanji personally giving up half his power.
Ling Gen didn’t object, considering the possibility while also feeling some respect.
But General Huo’s military boot laces… damn, he wanted to cut them off.
“The path of reform is always difficult.” Huo Yanji said flatly, “Supervisors initially existed to check deviants and reduce ordinary people’s rejection and fear of deviants. Do you think after this incident, deviants will still obediently go for monthly contamination index tests and wait to be killed?”
“…”
Huo Yanji looked down: “Supervisors are also a significant component in the follow-up plans of ‘Dawn.’ As long as this title exists, the thorn in deviants’ hearts will never disappear.”
Ling Gen agreed with his statement: “But this matter needs to be discussed with all safe zones. Too many things are involved—it’s not a reform that can be achieved overnight.”
Huo Yanji nodded. Just as he was about to continue discussing details, the communicator beeped twice.
He pressed answer, and Wei Lan’s voice came from the city gate guard: “Sir, the outpost sent word that Councilor Gode has arrived, accompanied by District 7 Administrator Norman. They seem to have important matters to discuss…”
“And?”
Wei Lan paused: “General Huo Jiangmin has returned, bringing several hundred missing residents who ‘failed genetic testing.'”
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