Chapter 910 - 929: Mo Si: I Refuse to Let You Enter My Spirit Sea

However, a bed shared by two people warmed up much faster than one occupied by a single person.

Even though Qiuqiu, now a Mecha Soldier, didn’t chase warmth the way she used to, it was human nature to prefer a cozy bed. Therefore, she moved closer to Mo Si. She was too close—way past the safe distance.

Mo Si swallowed hard. It was already late into the night. He realized he was no longer sleepy. Not only was he wide awake, but he was also feeling quite energetic. Extremely "energetic." So energetic, in fact, that he was tightly gripping his blanket.

In the dead of the quiet night, Qiuqiu’s scent continually wafted over to him.

"Didn’t we want to chat?" he said, breaking the stalemate.

"Alright, alright, let’s chat!" Qiuqiu happily agreed.

If they were going to talk, they might as well talk about something interesting. For instance: "Why were you deployed for so long this time? What exactly happened?"

"When is your next deployment?" This was what Qiuqiu was most worried about right now. "Will it be on schedule like before? Or will it be like this time?"

This was a question Mo Si couldn’t answer accurately, because he didn’t know himself. "It took a long time this time because... because the Insect Race didn’t go into hibernation after winter arrived at the Pole."

"What?!"

"They only left when the weather got colder."

There was one thing Mo Si didn’t mention, however. After the Insect Race retreated, the personnel left on the battlefield continued their monitoring and found that their withdrawal was far too well-trained. It didn’t seem like they were rushing back to hibernate. Based on past experience, hibernating shouldn’t look like that.

Their behavior was more like a coordinated retreat. They moved so fast that even when someone piloted a Mecha to counterattack, the insects didn’t react at all. They didn’t seem to be going into hibernation; rather, it was as if they had been summoned by something. Of course, this was classified information and couldn’t be told to Qiuqiu.

"So, is it because it wasn’t cold enough?" she asked, wondering if it was a chain reaction caused by temperature changes.

"It’s unclear. The scientists are still investigating.

"Next year’s deployment should be on the usual schedule. As for the return date..." Mo Si thought for a moment. "I don’t have an exact time.

"My return date will be the same as when the battlefield is suspended."

"Oh, I see. Then were you injured this time?"

"No." He actually was, but it wasn’t physical damage—it was spiritual damage.

Two months ago on the battlefield, Mo Si had piloted his Mecha, Silver Wing, against an SS Level insect from the Insect Race that utilized a Spiritual Attack. During their intense struggle, Mo Si got too close to it. In the exact moment he killed it, he was hit by a Spiritual Attack. Although such a strike wasn’t enough to completely break him, sustaining an injury was ultimately unavoidable.

"You’re that amazing? You didn’t get hurt at all!" Qiuqiu let out a gasp of amazement. "Then let me take a look at your Spirit Sea!"

"Let’s not..."

"You won’t let me look!" She suddenly sat up, looking as if his refusal meant he was definitely hiding something from her. "Are you hurt?"

"No, that’s not the reason." Mo Si struggled slightly.

"If it’s not a guilty conscience, then what is it?"

"This isn’t a good time to enter my Spirit Sea," Mo Si said.

"?"

She looked thoroughly confused, prompting Professor Mo Si to begin his educational lecture.

The known time was the middle of the night.

The location was Mo Si’s room, in Mo Si’s bed, under Mo Si’s blanket.

The personnel involved were Qiuqiu and Mo Si.

The impending action was Qiuqiu entering Mo Si’s Spirit Sea.

The possible consequences were as follows:

[Loss of Control]

[**** Caused by Loss of Control]