Chapter 103: Ulysses’ Embrace: He Fell into a Broad Chest, Wrapped in a Cool, Faint Fragrance

[Sure enough, once the Marshal arrived, everyone felt at ease.]

[Strange. The Marshal didn't stop anything. He just stood at the entrance, looked toward His Lordship from afar once, and after that didn't even look in his direction again. They seem so distant.]

[Well, considering their relationship... if it weren't for suppressing the disorder, the Marshal probably wouldn't have shown up at all.]

[True. It's already impressive that the Marshal came to maintain order.]

[The Psychic Soothing is still going...]

[Looks like it's about to succeed? 100, 100, still 100!]

[Psychic Soothing for this many Zergs actually all succeeded... and every single one reached a perfect score! What ranks are these female Zergs?]

[Their ranks aren't the important part. Anyone who could come to Capital Star on the first day of the Legion Festival to watch the military parade is either an active military female or a retired one. Their average rank is at least B, and it could even be A. His Lordship's rank is what's important... The official information says A-rank, but this has to be at least Super A, right? Or maybe...]

None of the female Zergs even dared to guess at anything higher.

The Zerg race hadn't seen a true top-tier Male Zerg in far too long.

Super A was already the limit of what they believed a Male Zerg could reach.

Anything beyond that existed only in history books and legends.

[His Lordship is coming out. What an overwhelmingly beautiful face! Standing right beside the Marshal.]

[See? I told you they're distant. There's such a huge gap between them... but somehow the overall atmosphere still feels strange.]

[Earlier, seeing how great the Marshal looked—so great it was almost like he'd "eaten" a Male Zerg—I even suspected he'd gone to the Military Region Prison and eaten his ex-husband. That Lordship advanced to A-rank and just happens to be a Psychic Soother. If the Marshal needed it, there's no reason he wouldn't have eaten him. Looks like I was completely wrong. It must've been some other Male Zerg...]

[After everything that happened between them, those wounds are hard to heal. This is better. The Marshal has his own Male Zerg, while Lord Annor, as a Psychic Soother, belongs to all female Zergs together. (Shy)]

[Compared to us Heavenly Garuda, you Zergs really aren't any better.]

[Heavenly Garuda, shut up.]

[Huh? Why are they putting up a security line? They didn't clear everyone out... Wait, they're still... collecting Iso Coins?]

[I think I've developed a condition where seeing Iso Coins makes me embarrassed. (Covering face) Having such a tiny denomination of currency appear in front of a Psychic Soother Lordship feels like a crime.]

[Is His Lordship giving out benefits for the Legion Festival? Is this His Lordship's own idea or something the military requested?]

[Wait... something's not right. Isn't this Psychic Soothing?]

The viewers in the livestream quickly realized something was off.

Even though they couldn't sense psychic power through the network, they could still feel that the atmosphere at the scene had changed.

And...

When female Zergs underwent Psychic Soothing, the expressions on their faces were genuinely impossible to control.

It simply felt too good...

Like a giant furry pet that had just enjoyed a warm bath, had its fur carefully blow-dried, and felt so comfortable it wanted to flop onto the ground, stick out its tongue, wag its tail, and squint its eyes in pure bliss.

The moment they received Psychic Soothing was the gentlest and most harmless a female Zerg could ever become.

Every sharp fang and claw was tucked away.

Satisfied. Drowsy.

Their softest belly laid completely exposed.

No matter what someone did to them at that moment, they wouldn't become angry.

【Psychic Value: 100】【100...】

The disciplined military females began dragging them away one after another.

Some of the female Zergs being hauled off struggled weakly.

Being harmless in front of a Male Zerg didn't mean they were harmless in front of other female Zergs.

But the moment they felt the Marshal's pheromone pressure, they immediately shrank their necks and obediently lay still.

[It really is Psychic Soothing???]

[How many Zergs is this? How many Psychic Soothings are happening simultaneously?]

A science fiction movie.

That was the first thought every Zerg had.

But the Marshal was standing there.

His Lordship was standing there.

And the countless female Zergs wearing expressions of complete contentment couldn't possibly be faking it—if female Zergs had acting skills like this, the Zerg entertainment industry would've become unbelievably prosperous long ago.

This was a live broadcast.

The entire StarNet was left so stunned that nobody could find the words.

Only those who still doubted the authenticity of what they were seeing had enough composure left to continue posting comments.

[Can a Super A-rank Lordship really do this? Can any Super A Lordships here confirm?]

[There are only a handful of Super A Lordships in the entire Zerg race. You think they're all sitting here watching livestreams like you?]

[I don't care anymore! I'm going to the scene! Even if I have to make a spatial jump and floor my aircraft, I'm getting there!!!]

[You're only leaving now? I'm already almost at Capital Star.]

[Damn! Traffic control on Capital Star is insane today! It's the Legion Festival. Enforcement squads are everywhere. Don't speed your aircraft or you'll get arrested and thrown into detention.]

[Then I'll just fly there myself. That should be fine, right?]

[You're from the Underground District or something? "Just fly"? Are you faster than the Enforcement Squad's stun guns?!]

...

The Psychic Soothing continued throughout the entire afternoon, finally ending only at dusk.

During that time, more and more Zergs kept arriving.

None of them were willing to leave.

Fortunately, this was a military district.

An entire military unit was dispatched to maintain order, organize the crowds, and drag away every Zerg who had already received Psychic Soothing...

Only then was enough space cleared for the next group.

Uriel had gone from anxious worry at the beginning to finally resigning himself after receiving a glance from the Marshal.

He silently brought over a table and chair for His Lordship.

At least His Lordship could remain seated while performing the Psychic Soothing.

At the Marshal's instruction, the livestream had already switched its cameras elsewhere.

Unfortunately, the once-lively marketplace had completely emptied, as every Zerg had gathered in one place.

There was barely anything left worth filming.

The same thing had happened at several other event locations.

In the end, they had no choice but to point the cameras back toward the mechas and weapon displays.

The viewers who remained in the livestream exploded in anger.

[Trash director! Go spend the rest of your life with your mechas!]

Director: "..."

Like I wanted to film those.

Everyone knew His Lordship was both beautiful and powerful.

But the Marshal wouldn't allow any more filming.

By evening, no more Zergs were allowed into the military district.

The remaining crowds were also forcibly escorted away in batches under the Marshal's orders.

In the end, only An Ruo, the military females from the Military Region Prison, and Ulysses himself remained.

When An Ruo realized there were no more Zergs left in the Psychic Soothing area, he opened his eyes in confusion and looked around.

Only then did he notice that night had already fallen.

"Is today's Legion Festival over?"

An Ruo asked.

There were actually still nighttime events.

"Mm. It's over."

Ulysses answered.

Hearing those words, An Ruo quietly let out a sigh of relief.

His shoulders finally relaxed.

Only now did he truly feel exhausted.

It wasn't the exhaustion caused by performing Psychic Soothing.

It was the exhaustion that came from spending far too long outside and meeting far too many Zergs.

Body and mind alike were completely drained.

He wanted to go home.

He wanted to collapse onto his bed, do absolutely nothing, and empty his mind.

For the first time, he missed his little nest so intensely.

"I'll take you back so you can rest."

Ulysses stepped in front of him, bent down slightly, and extended a hand toward him.

It was the same gesture and invitation as at noon.

Only back then, An Ruo had refused him.

His mind was so muddled with exhaustion that he almost instinctively reached out to place his hand in Ulysses'.

Halfway there, he suddenly remembered that this probably wasn't appropriate.

Hadn't they agreed not to do this in front of other Zergs?

He glanced at Ulysses.

The other party remained just as resolute, quietly watching him with gentle eyes.

Then An Ruo looked around.

Only the Military Region Prison's "own people" were left.

These were all Zergs who already knew the Marshal had been visiting his room...

And had even carried away his bed.

It should be fine, right?

Remembering how miserable he'd been during those days after losing his bed, An Ruo completely gave up resisting.

He placed his hand into Ulysses' outstretched one and used the offered strength to stand.

Ulysses' hand was warm.

Neither hot nor cold.

Just the kind of comfortable warmth that put people at ease.

His grip was powerful.

It felt as though it could support anything.

It carried an indescribable sense of security.

An Ruo was still somewhat dazed after standing.

A beat later, he remembered to pull his hand back.

Before he could, it was gently but firmly clasped.

"You're tired. I'll take you back to rest. This way is faster."

Ulysses looked at him as he spoke.

Faster?

An Ruo immediately remembered the great villain's spatial ability.

It really was faster.

Not wanting to walk another step and only wishing to return to his little nest as quickly as possible, An Ruo followed his heart and nodded without refusing.

Guided by Ulysses' hand, he stepped toward him.

The surrounding space suddenly twisted.

The next instant, he fell into a broad chest, wrapped in a cool, faint fragrance that enveloped him completely.