DPM Chapter 23-In The Past Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
Mozun emerged from what seemed like a long, long dream.
There’d been blood and fire, a sinking into oblivion and depravity, and finally betrayal and consuming devotion.
Sleeping, he’d reexperienced the deaths of his loved ones. He burned in the fires of Nirvana. He had a deep-rooted love, along with monstrous hate.
But when he woke up, he was lying in a soft, comfortable bed. Afternoon sunshine spilled in through the window, warming him, while the clean, fresh fragrance of leaves and flowers lingered at the tip of his nose.
Looking around, Mozun found himself in his tranquil newlywed home.
He was covered with a light gray sheet, and over by the window was a desk.
On the bedside table were a few old books, with a couple pens casually thrown in a cup. Everything quiet and homey.
“I’m here? Am I dead? Is this heaven or hell?” Mozun asked himself. However, when he saw the soldier sleeping in a chair by the window, Mozun knew his answer.
He wasn’t dead.
Mozun quickly recalled what had happened the night before.
Everything had been proceeding according to his calculations. He’d arranged for things after his death, paved those plans smoothly. Even the people to be buried with him had been locked in.
Later, he’d felt like his heart was being drilled with an auger, losing all perception and consciousness.
He’d known he would die, believed that those who listened to him would die. He hadn’t even considered it, had never imagined that he wouldn’t perish.
Mozun cast his eyes back to the small soldier. The soldier’s spine leaned into the chair, head thrown back, mouth hanging a little open, with a slight trail of drool.
Remembering his wedding night, it didn’t take Mozun long to suss out what’d happened.
He tried to sit up, but sharp pains in his chest, tearing at his heart and lungs, made him fall back prone.
His movements did awaken the snoozing soldier.
Wu Xingyun, upon rousing, wiped at his mouth indiscriminately, then looked at Mozun.
Seeing Mozun peering back at him, Wu Xingyun exhaled, plopped himself down on the desk and continued to sleep.
Wu Xingyun was too tired. When he’d extracted the bullet from Mozun, it’d been done under the death threats of more than a dozen mutants.
From the wedding ceremony, to shooting Ouyang Liu, to the disastrous, bloody wedding night, which involved removing a slug, Wu Xingyun hadn’t been able to rest at all, concentrating all of his vigor on tasks at hand.
When taking the Ghost bullet out of Mozun, the mutant Bi Jin had fiercely threatened Wu Xingyun, promising viciously that if Mozun didn’t make it, Wu Xingyun would die the death of a thousand cuts.
Never mind that Mozun’s vital signs had been almost impossible to detect. Wu Xingyun, knowing he was in the lion’s den, had simply striven his hardest, blindly trusting that his destiny was better than what Bi Jun menaced.
Afterwards, he’d succumbed to exhaustion, only reviving when Mozun had.
Neither of them knew the time, only feeling it’d been a lengthy interval.
Mozun, realizing that Wu Xingyun was sliding back into slumber, reached out and tugged at the soldier.
Wu Xingyun reluctantly popped back awake.
After a moment, Mozun spoke: “You saved me. How did you do it?”
Not denying anything, yet speaking impartially, Wu Xingyun replied: “I can’t tell you how I did it, it’s confidential……Furthermore, I wasn’t trying to save you, I was trying to save myself and my teammates. Also, if the Federation was attacked without any forewarning, it’d be a miserable fiasco for them. I was just……”
As Wu Xingyun explained, Mozun quietly regarded the person in front of him.
There was a pause after Wu Xingyun’s voice trailed off, when Mozun suddenly said: “I am a person with clear grievances. I won’t give up my enmity because of you!”
Maybe they should’ve just met their end together, Wu Xingyun mused.
There was still a trace of weakness in Mozun’s voice, but looking directly into Wu Xingyun’s eyes, Mozun didn’t mince his words: “Maybe one day you’ll regret saving me. No. I’m certain you’ll regret the decision you made yesterday.”
Wu Xingyun said nothing. He’d already known it’d be like this. Damn it! Why hadn’t his superiors ordered him to only act as an ordinary soldier?
Taking in Wu Xingyun’s gloomy expression, Mozun’s own despondency lifted. Smiling softly, Mozun added: “However, in order to repay you for saving me, I……promise you, within the next ten years, I won’t go to war with the Federation.”
Wu Xingyun stared blankly for a second, then lifted his head up, his eyes shining bright: “Really?”
Mozun curled his lips. “The peace treaty is supposedly for a hundred years. Although, as I’m sure you know, I never took the negotiations seriously. But……” Mozun’s voice broke off, showing an ambiguous expression, staring fixedly at Wu Xingyun.
Wu Xingyun figured Mozun was seeing the shadow of his old lover again, and didn’t pay it any mind. The pressing concern was continued peace.
“The time could have been longer, but I know,” Mozun continued, “You don’t want to be my wife. In your heart……You like someone else.”
Blushing, Wu Xingyun looked down, naturally thinking of Wen Nuo, then glanced back at Mozun, who was observing every nuance.
Mozun shifted his gaze. “Ten years from now, if you want to go back, I’ll divorce you and send you back. Just know……That’ll be time for me to fight again.”
Not answering, Wu Xingyun inwardly wondering if he could trust in Mozun’s words. The peace negotiations had been a farce. Was Mozun being reliable now?
Who knew?!
Leaning against the headboard, Mozun eventually said: “Pour me a glass of water.”
Wu Xingyun was distracted, not registering Mozun talking to him.
Mozun chose not to repeat himself, instead struggling to sit up from the bed, but every move he made felt like something was tearing at his internal organs, giving him abnormal pain.
His newly acquired spouse made no move to help him either, just sitting motionless.
Voice hoarse, Mozun complained: “Wu Xingyun, I hope that during your time as my wife, you’ll at least do a bit of due diligence. Do you understand?”
“Oh.” Wu Xingyun responded, without any reflection on his shortcomings.
Mozun panted a little. “Get me a glass of water, help me find some clothes, and then……I’ll take you to see my family.”
Wu Xingyun froze: “Your family, aren’t they all dead?”
Mozun closed his eyes slightly, looking blue, but after a moment he slowly opened his eyes back up, clipping out his words one by one. “Yesterday, I didn’t think I’d live to see this day. Now I’m still alive, and you’re still my wife. Therefore, it’s time to go with me and meet the in-laws, on the morning of my new marriage. This is your mission, soldier.”
Nodding, Wu Xingyun acted according to Mozun’s requests, pouring his husband a glass of water, locating some clean clothes, and helping him downstairs.
When they descended the staircase, Mozun drew his hand off Wu Xingyun’s arm, instead putting his whole arm around Wu Xingyun. Thus changing the appearance of being assisted to embracing instead.
At the bottom waited a group of mutants, Liu Meng and Bi Jin among them, with many more standing outside the small building.
But now that Mozun had come down, hugging his wife, everyone greeted him.
DPM Chapter 23-In The Past Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
Mozun emerged from what seemed like a long, long dream.
There’d been blood and fire, a sinking into oblivion and depravity, and finally betrayal and consuming devotion.
Sleeping, he’d reexperienced the deaths of his loved ones. He burned in the fires of Nirvana. He had a deep-rooted love, along with monstrous hate.
But when he woke up, he was lying in a soft, comfortable bed. Afternoon sunshine spilled in through the window, warming him, while the clean, fresh fragrance of leaves and flowers lingered at the tip of his nose.
Looking around, Mozun found himself in his tranquil newlywed home.
He was covered with a light gray sheet, and over by the window was a desk.
On the bedside table were a few old books, with a couple pens casually thrown in a cup. Everything quiet and homey.
“I’m here? Am I dead? Is this heaven or hell?” Mozun asked himself. However, when he saw the soldier sleeping in a chair by the window, Mozun knew his answer.
He wasn’t dead.
Mozun quickly recalled what had happened the night before.
Everything had been proceeding according to his calculations. He’d arranged for things after his death, paved those plans smoothly. Even the people to be buried with him had been locked in.
Later, he’d felt like his heart was being drilled with an auger, losing all perception and consciousness.
He’d known he would die, believed that those who listened to him would die. He hadn’t even considered it, had never imagined that he wouldn’t perish.
Mozun cast his eyes back to the small soldier. The soldier’s spine leaned into the chair, head thrown back, mouth hanging a little open, with a slight trail of drool.
Remembering his wedding night, it didn’t take Mozun long to suss out what’d happened.
He tried to sit up, but sharp pains in his chest, tearing at his heart and lungs, made him fall back prone.
His movements did awaken the snoozing soldier.
Wu Xingyun, upon rousing, wiped at his mouth indiscriminately, then looked at Mozun.
Seeing Mozun peering back at him, Wu Xingyun exhaled, plopped himself down on the desk and continued to sleep.
Wu Xingyun was too tired. When he’d extracted the bullet from Mozun, it’d been done under the death threats of more than a dozen mutants.
From the wedding ceremony, to shooting Ouyang Liu, to the disastrous, bloody wedding night, which involved removing a slug, Wu Xingyun hadn’t been able to rest at all, concentrating all of his vigor on tasks at hand.
When taking the Ghost bullet out of Mozun, the mutant Bi Jin had fiercely threatened Wu Xingyun, promising viciously that if Mozun didn’t make it, Wu Xingyun would die the death of a thousand cuts.
Never mind that Mozun’s vital signs had been almost impossible to detect. Wu Xingyun, knowing he was in the lion’s den, had simply striven his hardest, blindly trusting that his destiny was better than what Bi Jun menaced.
Afterwards, he’d succumbed to exhaustion, only reviving when Mozun had.
Neither of them knew the time, only feeling it’d been a lengthy interval.
Mozun, realizing that Wu Xingyun was sliding back into slumber, reached out and tugged at the soldier.
Wu Xingyun reluctantly popped back awake.
After a moment, Mozun spoke: “You saved me. How did you do it?”
Not denying anything, yet speaking impartially, Wu Xingyun replied: “I can’t tell you how I did it, it’s confidential……Furthermore, I wasn’t trying to save you, I was trying to save myself and my teammates. Also, if the Federation was attacked without any forewarning, it’d be a miserable fiasco for them. I was just……”
As Wu Xingyun explained, Mozun quietly regarded the person in front of him.
There was a pause after Wu Xingyun’s voice trailed off, when Mozun suddenly said: “I am a person with clear grievances. I won’t give up my enmity because of you!”
Maybe they should’ve just met their end together, Wu Xingyun mused.
There was still a trace of weakness in Mozun’s voice, but looking directly into Wu Xingyun’s eyes, Mozun didn’t mince his words: “Maybe one day you’ll regret saving me. No. I’m certain you’ll regret the decision you made yesterday.”
Wu Xingyun said nothing. He’d already known it’d be like this. Damn it! Why hadn’t his superiors ordered him to only act as an ordinary soldier?
Taking in Wu Xingyun’s gloomy expression, Mozun’s own despondency lifted. Smiling softly, Mozun added: “However, in order to repay you for saving me, I……promise you, within the next ten years, I won’t go to war with the Federation.”
Wu Xingyun stared blankly for a second, then lifted his head up, his eyes shining bright: “Really?”
Mozun curled his lips. “The peace treaty is supposedly for a hundred years. Although, as I’m sure you know, I never took the negotiations seriously. But……” Mozun’s voice broke off, showing an ambiguous expression, staring fixedly at Wu Xingyun.
Wu Xingyun figured Mozun was seeing the shadow of his old lover again, and didn’t pay it any mind. The pressing concern was continued peace.
“The time could have been longer, but I know,” Mozun continued, “You don’t want to be my wife. In your heart……You like someone else.”
Blushing, Wu Xingyun looked down, naturally thinking of Wen Nuo, then glanced back at Mozun, who was observing every nuance.
Mozun shifted his gaze. “Ten years from now, if you want to go back, I’ll divorce you and send you back. Just know……That’ll be time for me to fight again.”
Not answering, Wu Xingyun inwardly wondering if he could trust in Mozun’s words. The peace negotiations had been a farce. Was Mozun being reliable now?
Who knew?!
Leaning against the headboard, Mozun eventually said: “Pour me a glass of water.”
Wu Xingyun was distracted, not registering Mozun talking to him.
Mozun chose not to repeat himself, instead struggling to sit up from the bed, but every move he made felt like something was tearing at his internal organs, giving him abnormal pain.
His newly acquired spouse made no move to help him either, just sitting motionless.
Voice hoarse, Mozun complained: “Wu Xingyun, I hope that during your time as my wife, you’ll at least do a bit of due diligence. Do you understand?”
“Oh.” Wu Xingyun responded, without any reflection on his shortcomings.
Mozun panted a little. “Get me a glass of water, help me find some clothes, and then……I’ll take you to see my family.”
Wu Xingyun froze: “Your family, aren’t they all dead?”
Mozun closed his eyes slightly, looking blue, but after a moment he slowly opened his eyes back up, clipping out his words one by one. “Yesterday, I didn’t think I’d live to see this day. Now I’m still alive, and you’re still my wife. Therefore, it’s time to go with me and meet the in-laws, on the morning of my new marriage. This is your mission, soldier.”
Nodding, Wu Xingyun acted according to Mozun’s requests, pouring his husband a glass of water, locating some clean clothes, and helping him downstairs.
When they descended the staircase, Mozun drew his hand off Wu Xingyun’s arm, instead putting his whole arm around Wu Xingyun. Thus changing the appearance of being assisted to embracing instead.
At the bottom waited a group of mutants, Liu Meng and Bi Jin among them, with many more standing outside the small building.
But now that Mozun had come down, hugging his wife, everyone greeted him.
