This Is My Planet - Chapter 108 - Chapter 108 – Can’t Compete For A Man
Entering the main cabin, many soldiers were bustling around, operating various warship facilities that Xia Guixuan couldn’t understand—actually, there were some things he could understand. It was somewhat similar to the time when he and Xiao Jiu cleared a dungeon together in the game. Xiao Jiu had Zi Luo and Ningning operate various things around, which was somewhat similar in nature.
However, that time the cabin was small, and there were fewer things to operate. This time, just the main cabin alone was almost as big as the little fox’s ecological garden. Inside, various equipment and instruments filled the space, with hundreds of soldiers and various types of robot assistants bustling about, occasionally accompanied by brief communication sounds and electronic notifications, making the atmosphere busy yet solemn.
This was still the aftermath of the battle. If it were during intense combat, one could imagine how chaotic it would be. One mistake could lead to a total collapse.
This kind of command wasn’t something anyone could do, at least Yan Wuyue admitted she couldn’t. Having been a soldier for a hundred years and been in contact with warships for decades, she still found it daunting.
Everyone has different talents, there was no reason to argue about it. Sometimes Yan Wuyue felt she would have been better off living in ancient times. She would have adapted better. So it wasn’t surprising that people always felt she resembled a template for the divine descendants; there was indeed some reason behind it.
Gongsun Jiu stood in front of a large display screen, which was divided into at least a dozen screens showing different directions. Even though it was already the cleanup phase and there were no more changes, Gongsun Jiu still quietly observed and calculated, standing there like a sculpture.
Xia Guixuan couldn’t help but think of Xiao Jiu, calm and calculating in front of the display screen on the game warship.
Of course, it must be like this when commanding a warship. In reality, Xiao Jiu was more likely involved in a technical department.
“Deputy Marshal.” Yan Wuyue muttered about her superior’s odd behavior but still stepped forward to salute: “The external enemies have been eliminated from Donglin 3 to 12 asteroids. Casualties are being counted, defenses have been damaged to varying degrees, repair plans are awaiting orders.”
“I see.” Gongsun Jiu pondered, “The Zerterians this time seemed more crazed and brainless, feeling slightly different from the previous times… A few of their governors have been detained, they are being interrogated. Hopefully, there will be… hmm.”
At the end, he swayed slightly, seemingly struggling as he leaned on the nearby console.
Yan Wuyue asked, “Your injuries…”
“It’s okay, I’ve been treated. It’s just that dealing with the situation was a bit tough, consuming too much energy. A brief rest will suffice.”
Gongsun Jiu stopped the guard from trying to assist him, slowly straightened up, and looked at the screen for a while. He sighed and said, “It’s basically settled, no more variables. The fleet will return and temporarily station at the main star of Donglin, studying the follow-up matters. Everyone… we’ve won!”
The cabin fell silent for a moment, then erupted into cheers like a tsunami.
Everyone laughed and jumped around, the solemn atmosphere from earlier completely gone.
Gongsun Jiu also smiled faintly as he watched everyone go wild, sitting on a chair somewhat tiredly, lost in thought. He didn’t participate, nor did he stop them, just saying, “Miss Ling, if you don’t plan to go back now, you might as well socialize with the soldiers. Many of them are your fans. Your visit to the battlefield this time is a great encouragement. Many people are pumped up like they’ve been injected with chicken blood.”
Someone nearby shouted, “Deputy Marshal, are you pumped up with chicken blood too?”
This caused laughter all around.
Ling Moxue curled her lips and couldn’t be bothered to even look at Gongsun Jiu, quickly swarmed by a group of soldiers asking for autographs.
She was actually quite happy. This was her first time on the battlefield, and she had killed quite a few enemies, achieving some merit. Whether one has participated in something or not makes for a completely different experience. For Xia Guixuan, it was evidently difficult to immerse himself in this kind of jubilation…
Never having experienced the camaraderie of fighting side by side, never having experienced the unity of working together for a goal, never experiencing the fleeting moments of life and death on the battlefield where mutual assistance was given in an instant, that feeling was completely different.
After participating, the meaning was no longer the same.
Yan Wuyue was also celebrating with a group of old comrades, some of them even brought out wine. Gongsun Jiu went to a separate room to change his medicine, and no one was bothering them, so they became even more unrestrained.
…
In the midst of the celebration, Xia Guixuan couldn’t join in. Because to him, this battle was too simple, although he knew it wasn’t easy in reality… Not participating meant not participating, and the feelings were different.
He just walked to the side and sat down, watching people’s joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness with some distraction.
In reality, he knew that the feeling of fighting for a goal was beautiful. He had once experienced it… But unfortunately, it was gone now.
The so-called supreme path was a bewildering quest with no clear destination. This feeling of being lost for eons often made life even more boring and meaningless.
For those whose paths were not so firm, they might even become weary of the world, feeling that their long lives were utterly useless.
Lacking stage-specific goals, this is a common problem faced by beings with such lengthy lifespans. Hence, there are those who seek pleasure in various interesting pursuits and those who engage in conquest and destruction, not necessarily driven by a desire for conquest, but simply out of boredom.
It’s quite unfair, but that’s just how things are.
Xia Guixuan thought it was actually a good thing that his injuries hadn’t fully healed. It was a sort of detour for him. He hadn’t really paid much attention to it before, but now with the matter of the dark demon, he could be a bit more proactive in some things.
Besides, he could also find something else to do, like taking down the Zerterians? That’s why he came to the warship to find Gongsun Jiu, planning to chat with him later.
As Xia Guixuan pondered his own matters, Yan Wuyue and Ling Moxue both noticed that he seemed emotionally low?
Both of them felt like going to talk to him.
Yan Wuyue really wanted to ask him, what did Hun Yuan mean by “your woman” anyway?
Ling Moxue really wanted to ask him, Master, how is Shang Zhaoye? Will there be any developments later on, and how did I perform in this battle?
They were all excuses.
Actually, they just felt that he looked lonely sitting there alone and wanted to go and accompany him for a chat.
But neither of them could leave for the moment.
On one hand, they were surrounded by people and it wouldn’t be polite to leave everyone hanging, especially since they had just fought side by side… On the other hand, as they tried to make their way through the crowd, they both keenly noticed the other doing the same thing…
As they locked eyes across the crowd, there was an indescribable feeling of “emmmm”, what were they doing?
Competing for a man?
A Shura Field?
Under everyone’s watchful eyes?
Who could bear to lose face?
Yan Wuyue felt even more that she and him weren’t even close to that point, so why would she want to ask what “your woman” meant?
Ling Moxue also felt that she wasn’t that cheap, thinking, Do you see how popular I am now? Why would I rush to be your little slave girl and compete with others…
Hmph.
They exchanged a glance, then turned their heads away. Yan Wuyue smiled and raised her glass, patting a trooper on the shoulder generously, “Come on, three shots! You’re a coward if you can’t finish it.”
Ling Moxue whispered softly, “Do you want an autograph? What kind of blessing would you like?”
In the bustling crowd, Gongsun Jiu’s voice came, “Captain Xia sitting here alone, are you not familiar with everyone?”
Yan Wuyue and Ling Moxue simultaneously perked up their ears.
Xia Guixuan smiled, “Just not fond of crowds.”
“Ah…” Gongsun Jiu said lightly, “I have something to discuss with Captain Xia. Shall we talk outside the side deck?”
Xia Guixuan smiled, “That was exactly my intention, Deputy Marshal, please.”
The two women looked at each other, then glanced at Xia Guixuan and Gongsun Jiu walking away side by side. They both had a bellyful of ellipses.
Two women hadn’t dropped their faces to fight for a man, but then another man snatched him away?
It felt like Xia Guixuan didn’t think much in terms of gender. Could it be that he was actually gay? Well, Deputy Marshal Gong was very handsome.
This is trouble.
The two women who were originally too embarrassed to do so squeezed out of the encirclement almost at the same time and followed their figures.