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golden-ebony · 2 months ago

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To Love You Is To Know You ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

♡ Pairing: Logan Howlett/female!Reader

♡ Word Count: 7.3k

♡ Rating: Explicit 18+

♡ Warning/Tags: smut, minor dni, good mix of fluff & angst, brief mention of mutant abuse, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, p to v sex, fingering, oral sex, FLUFF FLUFF, cross-post from AO3

♡ Summary: "Logan has never been an open person. Despite you wanting to love him with everything you had, how could you if he continuously kept you at an emotional arm’s length?"

♡ Note: I haven't written in FOREVER and I got locked out of my old writing account @printedpeterparker from 2 years ago! But dare I say?? We're sooo back! Might even post some revised posts from my previous account.

The sounds of the city seemed amplified tonight. You were drifting in and out of sleep, never finding a rhythm. You were close to finding that rhythm until the sounds of old floorboards and the creaky bedroom door filled the room as well.

He was home.

3:56 A.M.

Heavy steps slowly waltzed into the room. The door was softly closed behind them. Logan never liked to wake you, yet he always did. The blame wasn’t entirely on him and his inability to be discreet in this old apartment. Logan’s apartment was particularly loud. If it wasn’t the furnace rattling, it was police sirens flooding the night. You couldn’t stand being here alone. But with Logan? There was a sweet comfort when you got to hear his heart rate slow when you lay on his chest.

At this point, you had spent multiple nights at Logan’s while your apartment building was being fumigated. Your night would be going well until you saw him get a text or call from Wade. He’d tell you that he had to leave and would be back as soon as he could. Every time, he got better at dodging your questions. You would try and wait for him, but you never could make it past 1:30.

And just like all of the nights before this one, he would immediately head toward the bathroom for a shower, not wanting you to see him in his present condition, you assumed. The shower ran, steam and light slipping into the room from the crack door. He never wanted to get into what he was doing with Wade under the cover of night. Wade would jest that they were simply partaking in the world’s oldest profession as “men of the night.” Logan would snark, but it was always clear that he didn’t want to talk about it— not with you, at least.

“I don’t want you to know me like that.”

“And if I did?”

“It’s not something I like to think about.”

The conversation rang in your mind like a broken record as the shower ran. Pressing the issue during the witching hours didn’t seem like the time then. Then again, it never felt like the time. You weren’t native to what Logan could do or had done. You could only imagine what he was actually doing. There were times where he selected to be more forthcoming about his past, probably still sparing you the worst of it. The worst of him, maybe.

But you’ve seen the remnants of blood, never sure if it’s his or not, in the bathroom, despite Logan’s best attempts to not leave a trace of his night. As the water stopped, you could always listen for the inevitable groans of Logan and the ripping of paper towels, an unique part of his night shower regiment. The bathroom light eventually turned off, only the glow from the street lights outside draped the room. You felt the slight breeze on your back and Logan lifted the comforter, shifting the weight of the bed as he climbed in. He instinctively pulled you close to his bare chest, wrapping his arm around your abdomen At this point, you both knew you were awake.

A deep and throaty sigh escaped his lips, one he had probably been holding in since he made it home. You melted into his embrace, the city only seemed to whisper— finally feeling at rest.

You lifted his hand from your abdomen, softly laying two kisses in gaps between his knuckles. Your hand laid over his before placing it back on your abdomen. An act that made Logan flinch the first few times you did it had now fully stripped him of every defense.

No words were spoken. Yet, his words still rang.

Logan hadn’t fully woken up. His eyes still remained shut, but he was alone. His hand lazily swept where you had laid; warmth still radiated next to him. With furrowed brows, his eyes tried adjusted to the gleam of the sun

“I was going to let you sleep a little longer, Lo” your voice was barely above a whisper His eyes swiftly found you standing in the doorframe of his bathroom, fully awake now. Logan propped himself up to admire you in your red shorts, white t-shirt, and the sweetest smile as you sauntered over to his side of the bed. “You got in pretty late.”

“Yeah, didn’t think I’d be out that late…” His words dropped off as he watched you take a seat next to him, running your hand across his defined chest. “It’s mostly Wade and his damn mouth that holds us up.”

“Hm, wanna talk about it?” you hummed, perking yourself up a little.

Logan’s lust-filled eyes had been unchanged since he spotted you in the doorframe. A look that made you think he would tear your shorts off with his teeth if he had to. He wanted to.

He sat up further before snaking his arm around your waist, fingers pressed into your side. “Now why would I talk about that bum when I got the sweetest thing right here? C’mere.” A short gasp escaped your lips as he swiftly pulled you onto his lap. As you straddled his hips, he steadied your hips with one strong hand while the other ran under your tee and up your spine. You felt like a schoolgirl with the way he made you blush.

Before you could mutter a word, Logan’s hungry lips were already on yours. You couldn’t help but to cup his breaded cheeks into your hands. Soft moans and grunts mixed between your lips, but your mind began to drift, knowing Logan evaded your question without missing a beat. Regardless, your body felt like it could only react to his touch, especially while his lips slipped down to your pulse. You felt your breath hitch in your throat.

Sometimes, you hated how good he was at getting you going.

“Logan…” Every part of you wanted that to come out sternly. It definitely didn’t. You were still trying to catch your breath. In fact, hearing his name fall from your lips only lit a flame in him

“C’mon, baby,” Logan’s voice was low against your neck, tracing your pulse with his lips, “tell me what you want.”

“I-I want…” You couldn’t even think straight, but if you didn’t get this out now, you might as well just surrender, “I w-want you to tell me why-y there are so-o many bloody towels in the garbage.”

Logan paused for a moment. You took the moment to lean back to meet his furrowed eyeline. He was shrugging, “Just from cleaning up this morning. I’ll take the garbage out, alright?” He pulled you in again, but pulled back, still eyeing him.

“Logan, what were you doing last night? Or any of those other nights?” you softly asked, trailing your hands over his shoulders. His hands still lazily sat on your waist and, now, your lower back.

“Baby, I don’t wanna get into it this morning,” he matched your tone while slowly rubbing your lower back. You sighed before rolling off of him. Logan groaned due to the loss of contact. “What? C’mon, sweetheart.” He reached for you, but you swatted at his hand.

You faced Logan, sitting criss-crossed on the bed. “Then when? When can we get into it? This afternoon? This evening? At least before you leave again tonight?” You knew you were tuned up just from our own thoughts at night. You had played this conversation over and over again in the head last night.

To your misfortune, unlike your surprise, it wasn’t going how you had wanted.

He wiped his face with a groan before crossing his arms. “I work. I get paid.”

“Doing what?”

Logan’s face was now firm as was yours. Every ounce of romance had been replaced with tension, but your question hung in the air like a cloud threatening rain.

“I told you, I—”

“Don’t want me to know you like that,” you finished, “but I want to know you, Logan. All of you! You’re my boyfriend and my favorite person to be with, and I don’t even know what you do for work! Doesn’t that sound a little ridiculous?” your voice was slightly raised, your tone short. You were digging your heels in.

But so was Logan.

“Wade gets us jobs; they’re all different. Do you want me to detail every still job I’ve ever done?” his voice was raised slightly higher. “You don’t trust me or something?”

You rolled your eyes before completing getting off the bed, “I trust you to be you and trust that you’re trying to sell me some version of the truth in order to make me feel better or at least shut me up. And I know it’s because you care, Lo. I can only imagine what you’re doing, there’s literally bloody towels in the bathroom, for Christ sake! More than I’ve ever seen. But I wouldn’t have to imagine if you just talked to me! I want you to trust me enough to talk to me, confide in me,” you felt like you were begging; you ought to be on your knees at this point.

“Well, if I need ya, I’ll let ya know.” As soon as the words whipped off his lips, he regretted it. You huffed, frustrated tears quickly brimming your eyes. Logan immediately got up, but you were already heading toward the bathroom. “Look, baby, I’m sorry,” Logan was able to catch your arm. You immediately pulled it away and turned to face him. Despite your best efforts to hold in your tears, one broke away.

“I want to love you so bad, Logan, so fucking bad, but you make it so goddamn hard sometimes.” You didn’t even want to wait for his response. You stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door in Logan’s dejected face. He wanted to follow you, but it would only make things worse. All he could do is listen to your back slide down the door while soft sobs left your lips.

You wish you could’ve stormed out of the apartment, not face Logan for the rest of the day. You ended up taking a shower, mainly because you needed one, but also to drown out any remaining frustrated, tearful sniffles. You knew Logan could hear you before, but you meant what you said.

Despite you wanting to love him with everything you had, how could you if he continuously kept you at an emotional arm’s length?

Although you never wanted to push him, getting Logan to open up by any degree was like pulling teeth. When it came to his past, you didn’t expect him to tell you everything overnight. It was obviously painful; some nights, he was still plagued with nightmares. But every time you soothed him after a nightmare, with every comforting hand kiss, you thought Logan was learning to trust you, finding comfort in you.

But if you didn’t have trust, you weren’t sure what the two of you had. Maybe you weren’t ready to admit that to yourself.

The comforting warmth of the shower was running cold now. After hopping out, you slowly moved into Logan’s room. He wasn’t there but the bed was made. You got yourself dressed but stopped and wondered if it would be best just to pack your things. Maybe it’d be better to stay with a friend for a while. For now, you just needed to leave.

You could hear Logan rattling on the other side of the door. You began dreading the imminent conflict. If it wasn’t going to be confrontational, it was at least going to be awkward. After throwing on some jeans and a black t-shirt, you took a breath before opening the creaky door.

You didn’t immediately see Logan, only the empty living room. You walked out toward the door, but his voice calling your name stopped you dead in your tracks. The call was soft; nevertheless, he called for you as if he had been nervously preparing for your arrival. You turned toward the kitchen to see Logan, also in jeans and a t-shirt. He had two large coffees in front of him and a white paper bag.

“Are you trying to bribe me into staying,” you asked lowly, but Logan could sense the hint of humor in your voice.

“More like a bribe to get you to talk to me, again, “ he lifted one of the coffees toward you with a nervous chuckle, “well, me talk, you listen. But if you still wanna leave…I won’t stop you either.”

You nodded with a mumbled okay before moving to the coach. Logan silently joined you, handing you both the coffee and the bag. You took a peek into the bag to see two cinnamon muffin tops— your favorite. You took a sip of the coffee. Sure enough, that was perfect too. You placed the bag and coffee along with Logan’s on the table for the time being.

“You have my attention,” you slightly smiled. A part of you wished you could stay mad at him for longer.

Logan smiled too as if he could breathe a little better. A part of him wished he could stand you being upset with him, even just a little bit.

You both sat silently for a moment, waiting for the other. Logan leaned forward, his forearms resting on his knees and rubbing his palms. After seeing him take multiple short deep breaths, you realized what you were witnessing.

Logan was nervous.

You had only seen Logan nervous on one other occasion. When he picked you up for your first date, he didn’t realize that the camera in front of your apartment door activated when someone approached it. You watched him run the same routine from the breathing to the palm rub.

“Look, I’m not good at this,” Logan began, “Not just the talking bits but making the right choices like what I tell, what I don’t tell you— how much versus how little. Because the last thing I want is to scare you off and lose you. But this morning, for a second, that’s what I saw happening.”

You stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt what probably was a conversation Logan ran through his head multiple times over this morning. Instead, you provided a reassuring smile.

Logan leaned back onto the couch with his arms crossed, “So, what do you wanna know? Whatever you wanna know, I’ll tell ya.”

Despite having questions running through your mind multiple times over for the past few nights, your mind drew a quick blank. You took a quick sip of your coffee, hoping the caffeine would guide your mind a little better.

“You say that Wade gets both of you these jobs. Typically, what are the jobs?” you asked, leaning back onto the couch with him.

Logan cocked his head back, staring at the moving ceiling fan instead of you. “They really can be anything. Everyone’s got problems. We don’t accept every job. Still, it can be small like scaring off an intense ex for a girl to something not so small like uh, taking down a trafficking ring. The one with the ex, no one gets hurt; it really doesn’t take much to scare punks like that, y’know? The other? It can get…messy.”

You nodded and leaned back with him, turning to face him instead of the fan, “And last night?”

He took a deep sigh and shook his head. The room fell silent again for a beat too long. The question obviously hit a sour spot in him; it probably hit worse when he was unexpectedly asked this morning.

Your hand snaked down to your side. You wrapped your hand over Logan’s, rubbing your thumb over the very visible veins. His head tilted to the side to meet your soft stare with another reassuring smile.

“If it’s too much right now, Lo, w—”

“You know that there are actual mutant trafficking rings?” Logan bluntly asked you. Your reassuring smile lessened; Logan could read the concern all over your face as your hand gripped his.

“Not just adults but kids. We got this job to bring this mutant kid back to his parents. The money seemed like a lot upfront but hey, if I had a kid, I’d do anything to make sure they were okay. But when we found this kid, what he told me and Wade…the kid showed us where they’d really take him, not the bullshit address we were told to bring him. All these kids…” His eyes closed as the memories flashed before him. His jaw was clenched, his hand fisted under yours. Your sympathetic hand moved up his forearm, hoping to soothe his thoughts. Once Logan's eyes opened again, your gaze was still on him. Logan found himself a little more grounded not only by your touch but your eyes— eyes that never had to see the horrors that he had but were understanding, nonetheless. His fist relaxed back into an open hand.

“I think I just lost it. We got ‘em all out, but everyone else there, the guy that hired us? I killed them. Not me and Wade; just me. I saw a version of myself, one I haven't seen in years.” Although Logan had admitted to details about his life, situations that he had found himself in, you couldn’t remember a time that he was so blatant about his actions. There were no assumptions to be made this time; just the truth. And it was clear that sitting with the truth was hard for Logan. Whether it was the action itself or admitting that he alone committed a slaughter, his continuously clenched jaw was proof of the struggle to discuss it.

“And you deserve to know the type of guy you’re with, sweetheart.”

You furrowed your browline and removed your hand from his, placing it on his cheek. Reactionarily, he leaned into your touch. This didn’t stop him from still scanning your face for any hint of hesitation, disgust, horror— perhaps originate to your plan of leaving. He didn’t find any of that.

“I do, it’s all I wanted to know,” you sighed, slowly caressing his jaw. “And I got the best guy, no question.” You softly kissed his cheek, a small smile crept on Logan’s face, but part of him didn’t believe you. As much as you meant it, he struggled with believing it himself.

“I’ve hurt more people than I can count, sweetheart.”

“I know,” you sat up next to him, slightly leaning over him, “but I also like to think that you have helped more people than you’ll ever realize.”

You pressed a small kiss to his lips before lifting up one of his hands, “And these,” you pressed two kisses around the knuckles like this morning, “they’ve also helped more people than they’ve hurt…and on occasion, the hands themselves have been know make a girl feel good.” You received a genuine, deep laugh from him only causing you to laugh as well.

Again, it fell silent. This silence was comforting. You kept his hand in yours again as you gazed upon your gruff man. His face was now more relaxed and soft. You’d swear that you had memorized every detail of his visage in the months you had been together. You hadn’t even realized that Logan was studying you as well.

You lightly lifted the peaks of his hair before tracing his hairline, “You’re a good guy, Logan. Complicated but good.” Your lips shortly met his for the second time that day, this time with no alternative motive or your mind racing— just Logan’s slow lips against yours.

The coffee and pastries on the coffee table were long forgotten, both warming and cooling to the same temperature. Reminiscent of earlier, your legs hugged his bulky thighs as you straddled him. His hand traveled from your lower back to the tops of your thighs, wishing you had opted out of putting on jeans for the day. You gripped his shoulders for balance, but it was hard not to have at least one hand travel to his solid chest. Even the slightest movement felt nothing short of perfect to Logan. A throaty moan escaped his lips but was quickly drowned out by your own moan.

“Logan,” you muttered against his lips, your words almost being drowned out as well. He positively hummed in response. You paused for a beat. You lifted Logan’s chin with your fingers, effectively removing his lips from yours. His uncertain eyes looked into yours as he was sure he was about to be teased again today.

“I love you,” you whispered as if it was a secret between the two of you. On the contrary, you would love to scream it to the world, too. Logan was taken aback.

He didn’t think it would take three simple words strung into one of the most common phrases to put him at a loss for words. It wasn’t the words that left him awestruck— it was the woman saying them.

You.

Logan knew he could be abrasive, cold, distant, frustrating. Regardless of his best efforts, you saw those sides of him, especially in the beginning of you knowing him. Like today, those traits he tried to deeply bury when with you would rear their ugly heads at times.

When that would happen, Logan would give you the same spiel, along the lines of ‘I’d understand if you wanted to end things’ or ‘You deserve some who…’ . Not because he didn’t want you; you’d become everything to him in such a short amount of time. He just wanted you to be sure.

Despite those conversations, you didn’t leave. Despite Logan’s fears that you’d wake up one day and realize you were making the worst decision by being with him, you straddled his lap, hands rubbing his shoulders, and telling him that you loved him.

Him.

It wasn’t until now that Logan realized that he was probably staring at you like a dumbfounded idiot for way too long. You sat up a little straighter, the shame of rejection started to creep into your mind. You offered a soft smile anyway.

“You don’t have to say it back, but you should know. Even when you don’t, I love you, all of you.”

Logan couldn’t even stand the fact that you thought, even for a second, that he didn’t feel the same. He caressed your cheek before quickly pulling you into a passionate kiss that sent a chill down your spine and to your core. Even if he didn’t say it, you could feel it in the kiss. The slowed down tempo was different as if Logan was savoring both the moment and taste of your lips. You slightly pulled his t-shirt, pulling him a little deeper.

His hands traveled down your back until they were spread across your ass. You couldn’t help but to grind your hips against his growing cock. You tugged his shirt upward, feeling Logan’s broad, haired chest. With a short separation, you lifted his and your tops, forgoing your bra as well, tossing them in a direction you paid no mind to at the time. With your bare chests pressed together, your lips joined again. Logan guided your hips against his. Each snap of your hips made the strain on his jeans tighter, increasing the contact with your clit. Your hips, your moans— they danced with each other in harmony.

With a quick hoist, Logan lifted you with his stance, his hands more firmly on your ass. Your legs instinctually wrapped around his waist while gripping his shoulders. Your laughing lips vibrated against his.

Logan mumbled something against your lips that you can’t quite seem to make out. It was short, maybe your name. You break away from his lips, his forehead resting on yours. Before you could tease him as planned, Logan planted one more kiss on your lips.

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, baby. Y’know that?” Logan whispered, his lips dangerously close to yours. This felt like a secret of his own— one that made your heart flutter, and more surprisingly, your panties soaked.

“It’s not just the fact that I’m a topless girl that you have by ass right now making you say that?” you teased with a hand running through the back of his hair.

“Doesn’t hurt,” he huff looking down at your exposed chest, nodding to himself. Smart ass. You playfully snorted before slightly tugging at his roots causing Logan’s eyes to roll back with a groan. Slight pain, all pleasure. Your lips were immediately attached again.

A mix of messy open mouth kisses and moans had you both feeling like teenagers as Logan moved you both to his bedroom. The creaky door to the room bounced off your back. Logan was quick to gently lay you onto the center of the bed but even quicker to join you, his knee pressed between your legs. With his lips attached to your neck, hands palming your breasts, and the slight pressure to your pulsing cunt, you whimpered. You scooted yourself further onto Logan’s thigh, temporarily satisfying the ache between your legs with a slow grind. You were cursing the denim the both of you were wearing.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Logan warned against your warmed skin. He peppered kisses from your neck to your collarbone to the tops of your breasts, nipping your skin along the way. His flattened tongue dragged down to your nipple, wetting and flicking his tongue against it. He paid the same attention to your other breast, alternating between both. “Hmm, so goddamn beautiful,” he breathed between your wetted mounds

You were a whimpering mess as you watched him, arching into his touch. You still couldn’t help but to ride his thigh, the denim hitting your clit just right. You let your head fall back onto the mattress, taking in every sensation. Your hands choose to grasp the flexing muscles of his back, riding his thigh a little less than haphazardly.

Logan’s attention moved away from your chest when he began to notice you trying to get yourself off again. He moved further off the bed, causing you to lose the desired contact with his thigh. Your head shot up with a groan only to see Logan undoing your jeans.

Logan shook his head as if he was scolding you. “If you’re even thinking about coming,” two fingers on either side rimmed the waistband of your jeans and underwear. The slowness of his action only grew your impatience and neediness, “I wanna feel it all, baby.”

He was slow to pull down your jeans, knowing the pace was agonizing, knowing your pussy was pulsing with anticipation. Your breathing was ragged, your mind foggy. You quickly shuffle your jeans past your ass, keeping your legs lifted, but Logan only wanted to tease you and watch you wither.

“Baby, please, I need you.” It felt like your whines were falling on deaf ears as Logan was admiring each inch of your newly exposed skin from your stomach to your hips to your thighs. Wet kisses were placed on each area, inching closer to where you needed him most. You couldn’t even focus on the dirty whispers he lied behind each mark.

It wasn’t until your jeans slid down toward your knees that you felt Logan’s grip on your thighs ever so tightened, his breathing becoming uneven, and a throaty ‘fuckin’ christ’ escape his lips. He could smell the sweet scent of your arousal on your cunt ever since you were grinding on his cock on the couch, but with every barrier surrendered and centimeters from his face, every primal instinct in his body came alive.

Logan made quick work of removing both your jeans and underwear, to your surprise and pleasure. “The sweetest fuckin’ thing, I swear.” It came off like a growl from his lips as he hiked both of your legs over his shoulders.

Before another begged whimper could leave your lips, Logan’s tongue was desperately lapping up the wetness from your slick core just for it to remplish with the same speed. There was no sweeter taste in the world to him.

Your volume was lost on yourself. His neighbors would just have to understand. The brief contact had you embarrassingly close to your climax already, and it sounded like it.

With his lips on your clit, you felt his index finger slick up against your folds before plunging into your soaking heat. Logan’s lust-filled eyes made contact with your needy ones. Without even thrusting his finger, just like his thigh, your hips grinded against his finger. You were practically begging him for another digit.

He hummed against your clit, the vibration sending shockwaves to your core, “That’s it, baby,” With the addition of his middle finger, the pace of your grind quickened, riding Logan’s fingers and tongue, “show me how bad you want it.”

“Bad…I need you so bad, baby,” you cried, feeling you were mere seconds from bursting like a dam. Your juices were streaming onto Logan’s fingers and into his palm as you gripped around his fingers; the dam was already burst at the seams, “S’close, baby.”

Logan already knew, allowing his fingers and tongue to get you off exactly how you needed now.

“S’fucking pretty when you’re drippin’ all over me,” Logan muttered between licks, curling his fingers to reach your spot, “Give it to me, baby.”

That was all you needed before you felt the dam burst. Your hands were all throughout Logan’s hair, bracing yourself. Your road Logan’s fingers through your high, knowing you were making a mess all over his hand and mouth. A mix of profanities and his name fell from your lips like prayers— prayers that had finally been answered as you came down from your high. Your knees relaxed over Logan’s shoulders, letting your legs fall to his sides. You came out of your daze to see Logan sucking the remnants of your orgasm from his fingers, the visual made your pussy pulse again.

“Don’t worry about the mess,” Logan jested before planting a kiss to the inside of your thigh. He stood up from the bed, reaching for his belt; you could tell his cock was aching.

Feeling your second wind, you sat on your knees on the bed, reaching for Logan’s belt as well. Always more than willing— really loving— to return the favor, Logan knew exactly what he needed. Yet, he let you work.

You looked up at him through your lashes, undoing his belt, button, and zipper anyway. Your hand brushed over her constrained cock, earning a moan from Logan. He softly gripped your wrist, your innocent-looking eyes still gazing upon him. By the tilt of your head, he knew that you knew what you were doing; you always did. It still made his cock twitch.

A smirk crept on your face as you rolled your wrist out of Logan’s hand, “Then you tell me what you want, Lo,” you softly spoke, running your hands on his chest and pressing a kiss between his pecs.

He lifted your chin, capturing your lips into his, “I think you can taste what I want,” Logan muttered against your lips. You definitely could. You pulled him closer by cupping his cheeks, feeling remnants of your juices bedded in his beard.

The ache between your legs returned. At this point, it felt greedy to want Logan this bad after the intense finish you just had.

Your lips never left his as Logan finished pulling off his jeans and briefs. It took more than willpower not to reach for his cock, knowing it was already leaking with pre-cum.

“Lay back, sweetheart.” You were quick to comply, but Logan was quicker to join you. Before you could even fully position yourself, Logan’s face was in the crook of your neck, leaving marks he’d probably pepper sweet kisses on later. He propped your legs for you, his cock slightly grazing your folds. Felt like he was at heaven’s gates.

He wetted his cock on your slicked cunt, running against your clit. Your knees fell to your sides, opening yourself further to him. Your breath hitched in your throat before bracing yourself, arms wrapped around Logan’s back. He removed himself from your neck. If there was one thing Logan needed to see, it was seeing every part of your face fall into pleasure when he slid in you.

“I know, baby, I know,” Logan cooed before slowly beginning to slip into you. No matter how many times you felt his cock inside you, it felt like he was splitting you like a log. Yet, it was the sweetest sensation. No matter how much you tried to relax, you would immediately start gripping around Logan’s thick cock.

“Holy fuck, Lo,” you gasped as your nails dug into his skin. You wished you could see those marks, but already, they were simply a memory.

As he bottomed out, Logan’s lips met yours again in another searing kiss. He could fully appreciate the pulsing of your velvet cunt, just warming him. For you, the feeling of being stuffed to the brim? You were bound to make another mess.

Slow and steady, Logan began thrusting into you. Every inch of your body responded, particularly your hips that began to find a groove with Logan’s. With your eyes closed, you felt like you were blindfolded with pleasure. Your ragged breathing, soft moans— they were music to Logan.

Only dressed by the morning sunlight streaming through the window, you were a vision to Logan in this moment. Your mouth gaped, never finding the words that were so clearly written all over your face. Your hair was disheveled all over his pillows— the pillows you insisted Logan needed when he finally got his own place.

His hand steadily moved up your abdomen, smoothing over the valleys of your breasts. Logan had been inches deep in you more times than he could count. But today, he never felt closer.

“Look at me, baby,” he lowly grunted, his hand caressing your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open again, met with a smirk of a man who knew he had you hooked, “I need to see you.”

Like a reward, his hips snapped a little deeper, hitting your spot just right. “Oh my god,” you cried out with an arched back. Logan placed a supportive hand onto the middle of your back, making you sit on your legs and lifting you up to his chest. His hungry eyes met your lust-blown ones. You felt weightless as he dipped you on his cock. You gripped his shoulders, taking control of your bounce.

“Fucking made for me, baby.” he groaned, watching you practically bounce on his cock, quickening the tempo. With his other hand on your back, the other gripped your hip. “Take me so goddamn well.”

You were running like a faucet, feeling your own arousal run down your thigh. You savored every inch of his cock as Logan pumped into you, feeling that familiar pit in your core grow.

Logan could feel you tighten around him, chasing your own finish, “Fuck, sweetheart, if keep doing that, I won’t last too long.”

You wrapped your arm around his neck, nodding with a breathless smile, “I’m counting on it.”

That’s all Logan needed to hear. With a long growl, Logan removed his hand from your hip to ass, taking control of your movements. Your other hand reached for your clit. The pressure on your clit combined with the rhythmic plunges of Logan's cock was sinfully over stimulating. Your mind was hazy, your legs were beginning to tremble.

Logan was not far behind you, his thrusts becoming sloppy and moans hard to contain. “C’mon, baby, love seeing you come all over my cock. Fuck, I just love you, baby. Always you.”

Both of you were done for. A few final pumps later, the last deep in your cunt, you unraveled all over Logan’s cock, locking in the ropes of cum currently painting your walls. It took everything in Logan to not have his claws unsheathed themselves but coming with you that close to him was worth it. With every pulse, you knew you were milking every drop. You practically collapsed onto his chest, the ache between your legs officially satisfied.

Panting was the only sound filling the old bedroom. Logan was still buried deep in you. You knew if you didn’t move soon, he’d be rock hard again. It was hard to leave the moment though. Compared to the early events of this morning, this was bliss.

You felt Logan softly press kisses on your shoulder as you leaned against him. You smiled, pulling yourself up to meet his softened stare. You caught a quick kiss from your man before pulling him off. You both sighed at the loss of contact.

You pulled the navy blue blanket— another item you told Logan he just needed to have in his room— off the end of the bed, wrapping yourself in it. With a mouthed c’mere, you pulled Logan down to lay with you. You covered the both of you as you made yourself comfortable.

“I need you,” Logan sighed as you placed your arm and head on his hard chest.

You huffed and giggled in disbelief, looking up at him, “Again? I’m gonna need a minute…or 30.”

“No, no,” he chuckled. It wasn’t the worst idea though, Logan thought. “Earlier, I said that if I needed you, I’d let you know. And…I need you.”

Your lips tugged into another smile as you rub his chest, “I need you, too. And when you leave, I know you’ll physically be fine, but here?” Two of your fingers pressed between his brows, causing him to furrow them, “Sometimes you get stuck in there, and I don’t want to lose you, in any way.”

It never occurred to Logan that you could have the same fears he had.

“You won’t, sweetheart,” Logan pulled you closer, planting a chaste kiss to your forehead, “You won’t because I do love you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, sending vibrations through Logan’s chest. His head tilted with narrowed eyes.

“You have a real nice habit of telling me that when I’m naked.”

“Put something on, and I’ll tell you again.”

You both were laughing now. The sounds of your laughter were soon joined with the ringing and vibrating of Logan’s phone from the floor in his jeans. Besides you, Wade was the only other person who had Logan’s number. It was comical to you how annoyed he could get by a simple call from someone you knew he considered a friend; Logan wouldn’t admit though.

You began reaching for his jeans on the floor, stealing his vibrating phone from the back pocket.

“C’mon, I’m sure he wants nothing,” Logan grunted as he sat up. He grabbed your arm to stop you and the blanket from falling off the bed. When he pulled you back up, you sat up with him and were already answering the phone.

“Then he can bother me with it,” you smiled at Logan before raising the phone to your ear. “Morning, Wade!”

“Oh, it’s Mr. Wilson if you’re nasty,” he quipped. Logan rolled his eyes as you chuckled, “And what a pleasure to be greeted in a way I won’t have to tell my therapist about. Is the hairy guy around?”

You looked up at Logan with a small smile, “He’s actually a little preoccupied at the moment.” Logan laid on his forehead on your shoulder, muttering a soft thank you. “Can I take a message?”

“Nothing crazy, just a little bit of work I think he’d be interested in.” You looked over at Logan again. It was clear he could hear Wade as well as his head shot up from your shoulder. “But you tell him that there’s no shame in you being the breadwinner in that relationship; he’d make a great trophy wife. Really has the tits for it.”

“Couldn’t agree more, but uh, let me see if I can get him,” you muttered before muting the phone. “It’s work,” you jested.

Logan gave you a small smile before running his large hands over his face, preparing himself for the impending conversation with Wade. You handed him the phone but not before placing a kiss on his cheek. You rolled off the bed, only leaving Logan under the blanket. Vocalizing a loud groan from his chest, he’d prefer watching his girl get dressed than talk with a man who was currently whistling the Jeopardy! think song.

With your underwear on, as you pulled up your jeans, you shot a playful look at Logan who was clearly just ogling you at this point, “Talk to him!”

Annoyed, Logan immediately took Wade off of mute, “What?” his tone was a 180 compared to a few minutes ago.

You smiled as you left the room to find the rest of your clothing and finally eat something. You didn’t hear much coming out of Logan. You assumed he was just listening to whatever ‘work details’ Wade had.

After slipping all your clothes back on, you delved into the muffin tops you had neglected this morning. You didn’t know how hungry you were until you took a bite of your favorite pastry. It was enough to make your eyes roll.

With your coffee, a pastry, and Logan’s shirt, you leaned against the counter, on your phone. Truthfully, you were listening in on what Logan was saying, but he was a man of few words in the conversation. Most of his words were ones of confirmation and insults hurled at Wade.

The only thing you heard that truly mattered to you was what he said at the end, “Yeah, see you in 20.”

You heard Logan shift off the bed and grab his jeans, preparing to leave again despite only being home for about 5 hours. Although you were in a better place than you were earlier in the morning, it still made you a little sad to know that he was leaving again so soon. It would’ve been nice to have the morning together.

Logan called for you as he exited out of the bedroom. It was your turn to ogle him as your shirtless man adjusted his belt before turning toward you. He smirked when he saw you because you weren’t being very subtle. You dangled his shirt in the air.

“I’ll be back in like an hour or two,” Logan told you as he took his shirt back, swiftly throwing it on. You straightened out the wrinkles on it, but you both knew it was just an excuse to have your hands on him.

Logan wasn’t complaining. It gave him an excuse to place his hands around your waist.

“This mom— her ex is getting out of prison today, and she thinks he could use a, uh, reminder to not come around anymore.”

You nodded, picking a piece of lint off his shoulder, “I imagine you’re scarier than any restraining order,” you joked.

He huffed with a chuckle, “Probably.” Logan had to admit that this felt a whole hell of a lot better than sneaking out of the apartment, vaguely stating that he’ll be back. It was definitely better seeing your smile up at him than with disappointment.

“And now you have all your clothes on,” he teased, pulling you closer to him. You rolled your eyes, but you could feel your cheeks reddening, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too, Lo,” you smiled before pulling him down into a kiss. It was supposed to be quick, but Logan couldn’t help deepening the kiss. You smiled into the kiss, amused by how those 3 words seemed to really get Logan going.

“Someone out there needs you, babe,” you muttered against his lips before pulling away. “Now, go be the man I know you are.”

He smiled before leaving a kiss on your forehead, “Yes ma’am.”

The goodbye was quick; you knew he’d be back sooner rather than later. But you were right: you had the best guy, no question.

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[CN] Victor and MC S2 CH 31 – Part 2 (Eng Translation)

“Scenes of the past are connected like a jigsaw puzzle, piecing together a face that’s impossible to depict using any language.”

Remember to PART 1 first: ♡

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a chapter that is yet to be released on the global server. ♡

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✧ [CH 31-10] ✧

[T/N]: if you can, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST FOLLOW WITH THE VIDEO!!!! IT’S ESSENTIAL!!! ಥ‿ಥ

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Like Victor said, the man gives them no time to breath. From late at night onwards, the “break time” between the hull vibrating reduces gradually, causing people’s panic to reach the extreme.

Just as the crew and the captain manages to calm everyone down, constant roaring noise as the night grows deeper adds to the despair, heating the panic meter to the max again.

MC tidies up her dress (seemingly not an important detail, but knowing Victor was in there too LOL 👀💦), then comes out of the room and walks into the hall.

Suddenly, a bloodstained note slashes its way through the air amidst the panicked crowd and pins itself onto the wall.

The already agitated crowd explodes at this scene. However, a woman from the group “steps forward” to see what’s written on the note, only to find herself frozen on the spot.

–

The woman stiffly raises her livid face, staring with a frigid expression.

Woman: I-it says, “There is a person on this cruise ship that I have to deal with. If you want to survive, either help me find this person or...”

The woman’s voice begins to tremble unconsciously.

Woman: “Kill Mr. Victor by any means.”

As soon as her voice drops, the hall lapses into a deathly silence.

I stand frozen on the spot, feeling as though the entire world is roaring. Endless wrath immediately surges through me.

That man doesn’t shy away from testing people’s hearts in the most malicious way.

He is using panic as bait, using life and death to blur the boundary between morality and humanity.

–– making Victor the target of public criticism and, at the same time, using the hands of everyone to disclose President Zhao...

He wants to drag everyone on this ship and stain them with the traces of sin together with himself.

I clench my fists in anger and let my fingernails burrow into my palms, sending a wave of pain through me.

At this moment, a pair of warm palms wrap around mine’. He patiently lifts my trembling fingers one by one, interlocking our ten fingers.

Victor: Keep your head up.

Disappointed and frustrated, I raise my head and see Victor’s serene face looking straight ahead.

–

The uproar of the crowd reaches BEYOND ANYTHING––

Some are trying to be rational, while some are suggesting they should just follow what the letter says. At least, it’s a “guaranteed proposal,” leaning towards the second option instead of finding the nameless person i.e., killing Victor.

Just as someone utters the sentence “Victor... isn’t he the CEO of LFG?”

MC subconsciously stands guard in front of Victor. [tho they have bodyguards surrounding them, *it’s always the little details hhnngnn* 🥺]

At this time, that woman from earlier tries to talk some sense of morality into the public.

MC sees Victor saying something to a crew member, who runs back to inform the captain, causing him to be shocked.

Regardless, the captain notifies the crowd that “Good news is, they have a way of solving the current situation. The bad news is, the timekeeping function of all devices on this ship has gone out of order temporarily.”

–

At his words, the crowd becomes restless once again. I hurriedly turn on my phone, only to find that the time displayed is surprisingly still a bit after 3 a.m.

My heart sinks. I look at Victor, an inauspicious conjecture charging into my mind.

MC: Victor, time…

Victor: It must have been “suspended.”

Victor: Now we can be sure that he is an Evolver possessing the abilities of this domain.

Victor: And right now, he has erased the concept of time within a certain fixed range.

Victor: As I said, he won’t wait.

I inhale a deep breath, sweeping my gaze over the frenzied crowd and the captain still trying to persuade them, my heart heavy.

Captain: Please stay in your rooms and do not move around alone.

After repeating it over and over again, the passengers leave one after another with worries written over their whole faces. The captain breathes a long sigh and walks in our direction.

Captain: CEO Victor, about the plan you just mentioned…

Victor: Let’s go to the cockpit first.

I prepare to follow after him, only to find that Victor lurches in his steps.

Victor: MC, you stay here and pay attention to President Zhao at all times.

Victor: If anything happens, contact me directly.

I straighten my back knowingly and nod vigorously.

MC: I understand.

The night outside the window is still deep when the broadcast informs the passengers to collect their meals from the dining hall.

Perhaps to cut down on the usage of electricity, soon after Victor has left, only the emergency lights on the ship are kept on, flashing with an icy gleam.

Several small explosions continue to strike the cruise ship one after another, generating horrifying shrieks and noises from inside the cabin every now and then.

Some are forcing the crew to give out the lifeboats, while swarms of people are trying to storm into the cockpit to force the captain to give an explanation.

Trying my utmost to conceal my shuddering, I cooperate with the crew members to persuade them.

But everything seems to be tilting toward mayhem.

??: HOW CAN SUCH LITTLE AMOUNT BE ENOUGH FOR ANYONE TO EAT!

??: HAVEN’T YOU GOTTEN ANY WORDS FROM THE CAPTAIN YET?!

These penetrating queries shroud the entire space at mealtime in the hall.

As I’m hurriedly passing through these voices, I bump into Victor head-on, who has just finished conversing with the bodyguard.

MC: Vi…

Man: STOP PRETENDING! I just heard your crew member say that now there’s only sufficient food to last us for four days!

A ferocious voice condenses all the questioning sounds altogether, followed by smashing a plate hard on the floor.

Man: If this continues, we’ll starve to death even if the commotion on this ship doesn’t lead us all to die together!

Man: WHO THE HELL IS THAT LUNATIC TRYING TO BLOW UP THE SHIP LOOKING FOR? CAN’T YOU STAND UP ON YOUR OWN? DON’T GET EVERYONE ELSE KILLED!

??: Yeah, right…

Another frail voice rings out, belonging to a thin and weak girl.

Girl: Maybe this person isn’t a good fellow. What if he did something wrong to the person causing the explosions on the ship?

Girl: If he truly is such a person, should we still be protecting him?

The subjective idea of fear continuously magnifies and gradually turns into the mainstream. Verbal abuse and pleas continue to flood the hall for a long time, without any pause.

An invisible hand unconsciously tightens its grip on my heart. I shoot a glance at the end of the crowd out of the corner of my eyes, looking at the silent President Zhao.

Seeing him having difficulty restraining himself, Victor’s words in the room reverberate in my ears––

–

━━━ [FLASHBACK BEGINS] ━━━

Victor: Remember, as long as he doesn’t take the initiative to reveal your identity, do not come forward under any circumstances.

Victor: Remaining silent is the only thing you can do.

━━━ [FLASHBACK ENDS] ━━━

–

The dark and gloomy lights hang overhead, reflecting each one of those faces in unmistakable malevolence.

Some people step forward to condemn that man from just now, while others who have long been on the edge immediately defend his position.

The pushing and shoving and accusations make everything in front of us seem extreme and radical, curbing any moderate expression or discussion.

Foods lie scattered on the ground amidst the chaos, countless footprints trampling on them.

And many more just stand there numbly, mourning, terrified, and desperate.

The night descends rock steady onto the edge of the window. The world has turned into a ball of thick blackness, losing its ability to hold up the daybreak.

Is the time moving on? Is it actually day or night now?

At this point, I have also lost my judgment.

I know that I should be doing something. But at this moment, what can I do?

I can only keep praying selfishly, hoping that they don’t concentrate their rage on Victor in the end.

MC: Please, please…

Victor: It’d be over very soon.

I subconsciously hold my breath, raising my head slowly.

Victor softly perks up the corners of his lips at me, but his tone is filled with indisputable certainty.

There seems to be something eternally invincible about him that sustains him, and enables me to keep standing firmly at this moment.

Victor: [HIS VOICEEE] Trust me.

Amidst the angry screams, his voice is clearly very soft, but it’s akin to an explosion to me.

That is, until a quiet, sorrowful voice rings out.

??: CEO Victor, what do you suggest?

A middle-aged woman in the crowd stands up. My whole body subconsciously becomes motionless, aware of the innumerable eyes that have assembled over here at this moment.

God did not hear my prayers.

Finally, someone thought of it.

–– that there is still another way to survive.

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✧ [CH 31-12] ✧

The emotions in those eyes weigh down on me in this moment, making me unable to breathe.

I involuntarily stand in front of Victor, forcing myself to lift my head and face those faces that are either full of pleading or desperate and numb.

But that safe and steady palm lands on my shoulder the next second. Victor takes a step forward with aplomb.

Victor: [to the crowd, HIS VOICE HEAVENS] Anyone wants to come forward to kill me?

The answer he receives is a deathly silence.

Affinitive yet wistful eyes land upon him together. The night incapable of welcoming the dawn has long been diffused throughout the hall, the dense and dark force pressing against everyone’s throat.

BOOM––

The loud noise of an explosion shatters the deathly stillness once again.

I struggle to steady my footing and tightly clutch the back hem of Victor’s suit jacket, feeling that the cabin has already begun to tilt significantly.

The furnishings in the hall crash onto the ground one after another and slide vigorously to the other side of the cabin, producing ear-piercing and sharp noises of the impact.

Those who’ve failed to grasp firmly fall to the ground together with those. The panicked crowd keeps pushing and jostling, cries of despair pouring out in a mass.

It cannot go on like this.

In the wake of my intense desire, I feel the transparent dice appear in my palm at this moment.

We have to save these people.

I’m not exactly clear on what that so-called “extraction” is, but I know that probably this is the only thing I can do.

I intuitively try to throw out the dice in my hand. But just then, I capture a nondescript man howling out of the corner of my eye, picking up a fork from the ground and violently rushing towards Victor!

My waving arm stops in its motion.

The instant the man got up, he seemed to have stirred reaction within even more people––

Some break the wine bottles near them and twirl the shattered pieces of glasses within their fingers, while others simply rush forward with their red eyes and bare hands and fists…

Despite the fact that there are several black-clad bodyguards standing shields in front of us, even though those people are absolutely incapable of standing firm in the tilting ship, they still stumble on and dash over unheedingly.

The cordon which blocks the way of that one unassailable cordon from beginning to end has been broken through.

Fear and the desire to survive causes everything else to be buried underneath–– even if no one wants to be “the” murderer, it’s fine as long as everyone acts as “a” murderer.

As long as everyone only wields one stick, there won’t be that “single person” accused as the assassin.

But clearly, that’s not how it should be.

My brain is drawing a blank at this moment, and there is only one thought in my mind––

I cannot let them hurt Victor no matter what happens.

Regardless of whether they are innocent or not, it doesn’t matter whether they were all once simple good people or not.

I swing my arm without hesitation. The moment I unfold my palm, a sharp pain runs through my body as though I’m about to be crushed.

MC: [hisses in pain] Uhh…

Cold sweat immediately crawls all over my body. But I don’t have the time to think about it, tremblingly tossing the dice in the palm of my hand.

As the spinning dice comes to stillness in my palm, the rolled “four” is instantly lit up.

In the next second, a fluttering flock of seagulls suddenly appears overhead in the cabin.

They flap their wings and circle around the hall a few times, then gradually scatter everywhere inside the cabin.

MC: What the…

The people, interrupted in motion, freeze for an instant. But after realizing those gulls don’t pose much of a threat, they immediately close in on us again.

MC: DAMN IT…!

I put aside the transparent dice and reach for the tranquilizer gun at my waist. Suddenly, a figure completely obstructs the view in front of me.

Flabbergasted, I lift my head, only to see a cold light flashing through my vision, followed by a momentary distortion on Victor’s face, who is holding me in his arms from the front.

Victor: [sharply gasps in PAIN] …!

I hastily support his slightly swaying body. Then as my gaze crosses over his shoulder, I see… the fork emitting the cold light is plunged hard into his back.

Victor: [can BARELY get these words out of his mouth, STILL UNBELIEVABLY FIRM] You mustn’t… raise weapons… against these people…

I gather my wavering self to meet his gaze, seeing him reaching over his shoulder and grasping the fork with a firm grip. With a muffled grunt, he pulls it out sharply.

My fingertips shudder as they stroke over his shoulder, soaking themselves with a warm wetness. In my gradually blurry horizon, I see the blinding color of blood.

Myriads of sour and heart-rending emotions overflow within me, choking me in the throat.

Victor, what is it that you see in your eyes right now?

What is it in your heart that still keeps you believing even at this moment?

That pair of eyes reflecting in mine have preserved an irresistible resoluteness from beginning to end, blending as one with unyielding and dazzling pride.

He won’t allow things to go down the path that lunatic has envisaged.

Victor: [HELP ME I CAN’T WITH HIS TENDERNESS] Trust me, MC.

The tranquilizer gun gently slips from my fingertips. I grit my teeth, not allowing myself to break my emotional embankment at this moment.

As though detecting something, Victor suddenly looks behind him, his expression steely.

Victor: [idk why that scream struck me straight in the heart T_T] DON’T!

A steady and powerful voice crashes into the crowd, instantly causing all the clamors to drown out in their sources. People look at each other in dismay, freezing in their motion.

I subconsciously turn my head and spot President Zhao at the end of the crowd, clenching both his fists and staring rigidly at where we are.

Perhaps everyone thought Victor was saying, “Don’t kill him.”

But I know that this word is to stop President Zhao.

“Don’t” is the “don’t” of “Don’t come forward.”

“Don’t come forward and let those who lie dormant in the shadows have their way. Don’t make a deal with them, who treat human lives with contempt.”

But the incessant explosions and the tilting cabin are akin to constantly ringing alarm bells, stripping people of their sanity and plunging them into a state of dreadful despair.

Victor: Get a grip!

–

Seeing that some people are returning to their senses bit by bit, Victor pulls me up and runs towards the tilted corridor.

He seems to be very closely familiar with the various compositions of the ship, leading me through different turns.

But that still doesn’t get us rid of those people who are clutching onto their hopes.

Looking at the crowd that keeps chasing after us, I lift my arm and roll the dice again.

Even though the unbearably acute pain spreads throughout my whole body once again… even if it’s a screen block, that’d be fine, or perhaps if it’s hypnosis that puts them all to sleep, it’d be okay too…

Victor has his pride, but my pride is Victor.

What he isn’t willing to do, I’ll take it upon myself to do it.

But the dice that I’m constantly rolling just keeps giving me all kinds of useless abilities – swirling flower petals, pocket-sized toy figurines, a burst of pleasant fragrance…

I clutch the dice in anger and despair, a feeling of powerlessness instantly taking over my entire body.

In front of me, Victor’s back percolates a dark red, the horrifying sight charging against my blurry horizon. My throat is sour and extremely sore.

I want to shout at the group, “President Zhao is the person you guys are looking for.” I want to find a safe place to hide Victor.

Regardless of whether it’s selfish or cold-blooded, no matter what situation it puts everyone else in – I don’t even want to give it a second thought.

The only thing I want is Victor’s safety, and nothing more.

But looking at Victor’s unswerving back, I know that such an approach will make him more distressed than ever.

The roaring crowd behind us gets closer and closer. We turn the corner, only to come to a screeching halt.

??: We meet again, CEO Victor.

The man at the end of the corridor, still wearing a hypocritical smile on his face, raises his pistol complacently at us––

BANG BANG BANG!

I subconsciously lunge Victor to the side. But this only enables him to be one step ahead of me, enfolding me in his arms.

The bullets graze past our ears as though they are merely provocative, landing on the glass door next to us, leaving discomforting low-pitched sound and distorted bullet holes.

Victor: [half talking to himself] It’s almost time.

My fingertips are suddenly gently grasped by him, and something seems to have been stuffed into my palm.

…it’s a note!

I freeze and can’t help clenching my palm into a fist, an ominous premonition inexplicably flooding its way into my heart.

MC: What are you going to do?

Before the words are out of my mouth, he swiftly reaches out and opens the glass door next to me, pushing me to the other side of the door and not allowing me to have any chance to resist.

He closes and locks the door in one fluid motion, as though he’d already drawn up a meticulous plan at an earlier time.

I stare at him wide-eyed through the mottled glass – unable to make sense of anything and frantic.

MC: VICTOR…?

Victor: MC, I need you to do something for me.

Victor: In the room at the end of the corridor, there’s a person waiting for you.

Victor: Go find him. And then, do as the note says.

My fingertips turn ice-cold, thinking of how Victor has constantly been unusually silent since yesterday when people’s emotions exploded, stretching out to the unexpected change of events happening before my eyes…

MC: Was this your plan?

Victor: This is something that only you can do.

He doesn’t answer my question. Fine traces of blood are slowly oozing out of a cut on his face that has been drawn at a time unbeknownst to me.

Time seems to pause at this moment. I still open my dry mouth but cannot get a single word out.

The crowd in the distance is getting closer, and the icy muzzle of the man’s gun is raised once again.

But an incomparable serenity still crests itself on Victor’s face. He looks at me with the bearing of his sincere faith, and then turns around.

I rise to my feet mechanically, turn my head, and run deeper into the corridor.

Victor said it’s something that only I can do.

I must have faith in him. He must have found a way, and I cannot allow his plan to fail.

I use these words to wash my heart, over and over again, to dilute all my tense fears and anxieties.

My pace of running grows faster and faster, and the only thing remaining in my blurry vision is Victor’s back as he’d turned away.

Eventually, I stop in my tracks and subconsciously turn around to look back.

Victor, who’d clearly turned around just now, has also turned his head back at some point.

Those pale eyes seem to be looking into the bottom of my heart.

His blood-stained fingertips land on the glass as though they are trying to touch something.

He didn’t seem to expect that I’d turn around, his pupils contracting imperceptibly.

But then again, it seemed to be well within his expectation as he quietly hooks the corners of his lips into a smile.

Victor: [HIS TENDERNESS IS LIKE AN OCEAN WEIGHING DOWN ON MY CHEST T_T] Dummy.

He opens his mouth slightly. Even though we are undoubtedly so far away from each other, Victor’s voice still lands clearly in my ears.

That tender gaze of his is like a gentle yet powerful wave, enabling me to stop shaking at this moment.

I gaze deeply into his eyes.

I turn around and don’t look back.

–

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✧ [CH 31-14] ✧

━━━ [NARRATOR POV] ━━━

–

Looking at the man in front of him, the ice-cold expression in Victor’s eyes solidifies into a sharp blade.

??: CEO Victor, what do you think? Has this transaction been more interesting than you might have imagined?

??: Doesn’t that group of people look particularly pathetic and exceptionally ridiculous in your eyes?

The man sneers, displaying an eerie and exhilarated smile.

??: Someone like Mr. Victor, the Pride of Heaven, must have never been tormented by despair like this, am I correct?

??: Isn’t it a novelty?

Victor releases a sarcastic laugh as he slowly unbuttons his cuffs, raising his eyebrows arrogantly.

Victor: Do you feel jealous?

He scornfully looks at the other person, his smile icy.

Victor: Do you find yourself particularly pitiful and miserable because of me?

The man’s smile becomes even more pronounced as he instantly pulls the trigger, the bullet passing through Victor’s left shoulder.

But he only frowns slightly, not moving at all.

??: You are just lucky.

Victor: Yeah?

Victor lightly sweeps his gaze over the crowd on guard in the distance. There is not even the slightest anger on his face, nor is there even a little hint of complaint.

It’s as though all of this is something he’s allowed to happen – just like it should have been.

Victor: [HELP ME THE WAY HE SAYS IT, sobbing intensifies] I’m indeed very lucky.

It’s because he’d been lucky enough that he is clear-headed enough.

He’s been well aware of it from a very long time ago. Sensible parents, excellent living environment, ample resources…

All of this gave him the foundation of all his abilities and visions.

Those who struggle, who work hard, are neither weak nor by any means losers.

And it’s precisely because he’d been so lucky that he’s always made sure to live up to this luck in every possible way.

Victor: I will not raise weapons against them.

Victor slowly looks at the man, raising his chin indifferently.

Victor: As for you…

Victor: You’re just a joke.

–

━━━ [BACK TO MC’S POV] ━━━

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I keep running forward, unable to refrain the note in my hand from getting wet with the sweat seeping from my palm.

The severe pain generated from using that power has not yet subsided completely. But I don’t dare to pause, afraid that if I’m even one step slower, I’ll let Victor get caught up in a new danger.

In my swaying horizon, I see that room at the end of the corridor close at hand. Without any hesitation, I directly push the door open.

A young man, whom I’ve never seen before, is leaning against the side of the table. When he sees me, he doesn’t seem surprised in the slightest, tacitly omitting all polite introductory remarks.

Young Man: Miss MC, CEO Victor asked me to wait for you here.

Young Man: My Evol can help you deliver messages defying any space and time constraints.

MC: ...message?

What is he talking about? My head is in a state of chaos. I subconsciously open the note in my palm.

The bold and powerful handwriting is engraved onto the paper in a dark blue, instantly causing my vision to turn blurry once again.

Obviously, I can understand every word clearly, but the connection of the dots leaves me with nothing but confusion.

I’m unable to think properly, and so I just follow my intuition and ask the question hovering in the depths of my heart.

MC: It says here… it’s asking me to tell Victor… but he is clearly on the other side of the corridor.

Young Man: I’m not clear on the specific details either. It was a decision he made before he took me on board.

Young Man: He asked me to tell you that he is, for some reason, unable to use my power. So he needs you to do this.

MC: Why me?

It’s something that only I can do… why?

The youth displays a knowing smile.

Young Man: CEO Victor guessed that you’d ask this question.

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━━━ [FLASHBACK STARTS] ━━━

Victor: She will surely ask this question. And when she does, this is how you will answer her–

Victor lifts his head with certainty. The tender moonlight floods in unbridled, melting into his eyes at this moment as a whole.

Victor: “Aside from myself, you are the only one whose words I’d trust unconditionally.”

━━━ [FLASHBACK ENDS] ━━━

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I blink slowly, recalling Victor’s eyes in the corridor just now.

At this moment, they are so far away yet so close to my heart.

As though, right now, I’m still within that light but profound gaze.

Becoming someone he places his hopes on, becoming someone he has faith in – this makes me full of confidence and courage.

MC: What should I do then?

Young Man: CEO Victor has already set up the time, so let me know when you’re ready.

I take a deep breath, pick up the note, and double-check the content several times. Then I give him a nod.

The young man takes out his phone. Accompanied by the subtle sound of electric current, layers upon layers of ripples appear on the phone screen. He then looks up to gesture at me.

Young Man: Hello, CEO Victor. Here is a message from “an hour ago in the past.”

Young Man: Miss MC, you can speak now.

MC: …Victor.

The instant I call out his name, I realize my voice is incredibly hoarse.

You had already prepared everything beforehand, didn’t you?

From the very beginning, you were certain that I would come to this ship. And you believed I’d strive to accomplish whatever you ask me to do.

MC: Go back to 8:19 p.m. four days ago. The propeller is the key.

The ripples become more fierce along with my voice, gradually turning into a flat line.

Young Man: It’s done.

The second I hear the young man’s reply, I immediately turn around and run straight out of the door, not having the time to say thank you.

Victor is still there. I must return to his side as soon as possible.

After pushing open the glass door, I freeze where I’m standing.

The corridor is in disarray, but there isn’t a single soul in sight. The walls and floor are stained with bright red blood, carrying the signs of fighting.

Where is Victor?

My heart keeps pounding incessantly. I walk forward, and suddenly there’s a wave of tinnitus, my vision swaying violently.

A dazzling sensation of trance attacks my brain, and the entire world seems to be spinning before my eyes, a nauseous twitching feeling from the convulsion constantly coming back in my stomach.

I support myself against the wall in pain as countless pictures come floating before my eyes.

Victor sitting across from President Zhao and smiling as he won the bet; Victor raising his eyebrows helplessly in the utility room in the face of my declaration of blood transfusion;

Victor telling me not to raise weapons in the face of the crowd’s malice; Victor pushing me to the other side of the glass door; but in the end, not being able to restrain himself from turning his head to look back, just like me…

His downcast countenance, the smile on his pursed lips…

Akin to fine sand exposed to the wind, these images constantly converge and then shatter little by little in front of my eyes.

Victor (voice): I wish you were a little dumber and a little slower.

Victor (voice): It’s not difficult to find that person.

Victor (voice): This is something that only you can do.

Victor (voice): I will change it myself.

Familiar or unfamiliar words are squeezed into my mind, some coalescing together and some dissipating into ashes.

…what is happening?

I cover my head with my hands. My heart feels like a hole has been broken free, constantly gurgling out all the moments I cherish in a stream.

I’m at a loss and in pain as though I’m sensing––

I’m about to lose something.

But all I can do is stare blankly with my eyes wide open, realizing that innumerable unfamiliar images are being shoved hard into my mind.

On the continuously advancing cruise ship, Victor says that he’s found the location of the bomb.

I tag along with the crew, guiding the crowd to return to their room in a disciplined, calm, and orderly manner.

Victor looks icily at the man trying to blow up the cruise ship, the sea breeze tugging at his overcoat and rattling it.

There’s no wailing in anguish, no malice, no blood.

What are these images? Why am I seeing these? And what am I doing?

However, all the familiar and unfamiliar images muddle together in the next instant.

The image of Victor’s face is slowly becoming hazy.

That pair of deep eyes that looks at me, those solemn and sharp eyebrows, and the faint smile that hangs at the corners of his lips whenever I call his name.

They are like smudged handwriting on paper, washes of ink being added and written out slowly – it diffuses so slowly, and yet it causes one to be so desperate.

It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can’t make out anything.

I can do nothing but powerlessly witness it with my own eyes – watching as I lose all the meaning of “existence” in my world bit by bit.

MC: Victor…

I murmur his name, but I can no longer see his face in my mind.

Eventually, those six letters are lightly erased as well.

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┈┈ ◍♡◍ ┈┈┈ ◍♡◍ ┈┈

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✧ [CH 31-14] ✧

I don’t know how long has passed when I slowly open my eyes, my line of sight gradually focusing on the ceiling.

Bewildered, I stand up and slowly sweep through the tidy interior of the luxurious cabin.

Why did I collapse here?

I support my head with my hands. It’s as though there are evident slits and gaps in my memory.

I remember that I went to see Du Wen, learned of President Zhao, and then I got on the cruise ship…

Then what happened? It seems that there was a person with President Zhao who discovered the problem with this ship…

Who is that person?

The fragmented images are scattered all over. There seems to be a figure right in front of me, but I can never see his face clearly.

It’s as though something has been ruthlessly gouged out of my heart.

A transparent dice left with only one side of the pattern slowly emerges in the center of my trembling palm.

I stare at it blankly as many pictures overflow my mind––

After I got on the ship and met President Zhao, I learned that someone was trying to threaten him… in order to catch the man who planted the bomb with a person, I used the mechanical box…

Who was I with?

In the fuzzy image, it seems like a person had turned his head, looking at me quietly.

He seemed to be saying something very important to me. I try my best to hear that word clearly, but the only thing left in my ears is a sound that has been smashed to pieces.

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[T/N]: WAILING IN HANDS!!! That “very important” word was “Dummy,” his final word to her 😭🤲

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The dice slowly falls from my palm and onto the ground.

It turns mechanically several times, revealing the final side–– the “six” lights up at this point.

The familiar acute pain engulfs my whole body again, the dice whittling away into a puddle of fine sand little by little.

And beneath my feet, a slender vine grows ineffably. It seems to be bestowed with life as it continues to spread toward the end of the corridor.

As though a pair of hands from fate has given me a gentle nudge from behind, I subconsciously take a step.

It’s as if there will be someone where this spreading ends, who will fill in the gaps that have emerged in my heart with the corresponding pieces.

I follow that vine through the corridors, through the halls, and through the bustling crowds.

I pay no attention to those strange glances, simply following after that vine guiding me to some place I have no idea about – walking forward––

–– until it stops at a utility room.

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[T/N]: If you have made this far, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FOLLOW WITH THE VIDEO. THERE ISN’T ANY WORD OR EXPRESSION IN WHICH I COULD POSSIBLY EVEN TRY TO DESCRIBE THE EMOTIONS IN HIS VOICE!!! So I won’t be noting the voice acting this part, CAUSE I FRIGGIN CAN’T (╥﹏╥)

Timestamp: 1:06:04

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I gently push the door open, finding a dimly lit space cluttered with all kinds of sundries.

I have obviously never been here in my memory, but I indescribably feel that all of this is remarkably familiar.

I stand there, frozen in place. In my trance, I hear a slight sound coming from the corner.

?? (Victor): MC.

That voice is very soft, but the beating of my heart ineffably comes to a standstill.

A little sluggishly, I take a few steps forward and see a man, stained with blood from head to toe, sitting there in the corner.

On his face, fully beaded with sweat, there is no trace of blood, but the wounds on his body are clear and horrifying.

The dim light distinctly draws the outlines of his solemn and sharp contours and angles. He looks at me quietly, his eyes raging with emotions I’m unable to comprehend.

MC: Sir… are you okay?

He doesn’t answer my question, but his expression solidifies for an instant, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.

?? (Victor): Dummy, what do you think?

Why is this person being rude…

Even though this is clearly what I’m thinking in my head, my tears fall down for some reason unbeknownst to me.

Bewilderment and sourness flood the pit of my stomach once again. Perplexed, I pucker up my eyebrows and stare blankly into his eyes.

Those narrow, deep, pale eyes are reminiscent of a serene lake surface, and all that’s left within them is the reflection of being crumbled to pieces and grief.

But they shouldn’t be like this.

They should forever be brimming with calmness and sharpness akin to a dagger; they shouldn’t be as bleak as they are right now.

But why am I having such thoughts?

He clearly… is just a stranger.

Reason tells me that I should leave. But the instant I turn around, I speedily rummage through the utility room.

He’s so heavily injured. I need to bandage him up.

All my actions begin to break away from the control of my brain, akin to some kind of instinct.

–– as though it’s an instinct to be closer to him.

I soon find an emergency medical kit, which I bring up to the man.

As though something is manipulating me, I take off his bloody clothes in a practiced manner.

None of us say a word. And the man remains silent, not putting up any resistance.

He allows me to wrap the sterile gauze around his wounds after I have carefully wiped them with iodophor.

MC: Sir, I have briefly dressed your wounds for you. But, you still have to get yourself checked by a professional doctor.

?? (Victor): I am not “Sir.”

He says softly.

MC: …then, who are you?

?? (Victor): You tell me – who am I?

I stare at him fixedly, frozen, even forgetting to breathe.

My fingertips can’t help but probe out, landing on his tense face.

I can clearly feel his slightly stagnant breathing in this moment and the turbulent emotions that are covertly raging beneath his tranquil face.

Suddenly, these six letters quietly float out of somewhere.

MC: You are… Vi-Victor.

Large teardrops gush out of my eyes, and something in my mind seems to be following those six letters towards the same destination, embedding back into the gap of that hollow cavity.

Victor: Who is Victor?

He opens his mouth softly, his soft fingertips caressing my cheeks and wiping away those tears that couldn’t find their way home.

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[NOTE]: I feel it’s important to address this here since I often say and have seen others saying too how “Victor x MC are each other’s home.” That sense of belonging, comfort, peace are the same for them both. The phrase MC uses here is “归属” (guī shǔ) – which literally means “a place where one belongs, one’s final destination – where they need to look no further.”

CAN YOU FEEL THE SIGNIFICANCE WHEN SOMEONE SAYS THEIR TEARS, THEIR MOST VULNERABLE SELF, HAVE FOUND THEIR HOME IN YOUR HANDS, LITERALLY!!??!! ಥ_ಥ🤲🎯

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MC: H-he… is…

I lift my head to look into the eyes of that unfamiliar man again, and the handwriting that constantly kept getting smudged slowly assembles back together within that deep gaze.

I see a young, yet-to-be-matured, small figure sitting on the fence, holding out his hand to me with an indifferent expression;

I see two figures sitting side by side in the back seats of the car, and I see myself nuzzling into his ear intimately;

I see myself carving out a wish word by word using his key under the big tree in the park…

In my blurred vision, I see countless faces, either serious or tender, gradually overlapping with the person before my eyes.

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[NOTE]: The “fence” flashback is the orphanage escape incident from the “S2 prologue.” The “car” flashback is from their “S1 Overflowing Novelty Date.” The “wish” flashback is from “S2 CH 10,” the re-enactment of “S1 CH 16,” but this time they were together~ ಥ‿ಥ

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I finally can longer bear the grief in my heart and lunge myself into his arms.

MC: Victor... is Victor.

MC: And he is a… a hundred percent dummy!

Scenes of the past are connected like a jigsaw puzzle, piecing together a face that’s impossible to depict using any language.

H-how… how could I… how could I forget such a person?

I can’t help but tighten my arms around his neck, afraid that if I’m not careful, I will lose something again.

A sigh lands in my ears, followed by his soft laugh as he slowly presses his weight over me, as though he can finally set his mind at rest.

MC: I’m sorry… I-I don’t know why I…

Victor: Probably because you’re a dummy.

MC: [angry crying] What does this have to do with being a dummy!

Victor: You’re being so loud. The wounds are going to open up by getting a shock from your voice.

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━━━ [SWITCHING TO NARRATOR POV] ━━━

–

Victor laughs softly, aware that the girl probably knows perfectly well that he’s joking. But she still immediately tightens her body.

He is somewhat grateful for this hug, which prevents her from seeing his face at this moment.

Victor gently reaches out, caressing her waist and arms.

His fingertips even tremble ever so slightly as he gently gathers the girl in his arms with lingering fears.

She is the existence he’d lost and found again.

He thought that so long as he let his future self use his power, he’d be able to deceive time.

But he didn’t expect that the price of this action would give him the “real” taste of defeat.

MC: Victor, have you caught that man?

Victor: No. But he shouldn’t have the opportunity to take a shot against President Zhao anymore.

Victor: The cruise ship will arrive at the port on time, and I will immediately transfer President Zhao to a safe place.

MC: You succeeded! It’s been very arduous for you, CEO Victor.

The girl’s voice brims with jubilation and pride, but he still hears a little heartache within it.

Victor: Mm, it’s over.

Actually, he lost.

It’s a long-term failure.

Perhaps her forgetting him was only for this moment, but…

Victor slowly closes his eyes, taking the girl into his arms completely.

It’d be nice if only this moment in time could be suspended for just a second.

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━━━ [SOMEWHERE IN LOVELAND] ━━━

–

The land-line in the secretary’s office flashes a red light, and the call is answered immediately.

Secretary: President Zhao.

President Zhao: I will be away for the time being. If something comes up, contact me through CEO Victor of LFG.

Secretary: O-okay.

The phone is hung up very quickly. The secretary is stunned, looking at the colleague next to him in bewilderment.

Secretary: Who’s the CEO Victor of LFG that President Zhao mentioned? Have you ever heard of him?

The colleague on the side shakes his head as though he’s hearing this name for the first time.

–

━━━ [IN A PURE WHITE SPACE] ━━━

–

Just so it doesn’t get confusing: There are 2 people here, Joker and Joker’s acquaintance. The person Joker was looking at and they are talking about is Victor.

–

In a world of primal chaos and disorder, there is only a land of mournful white.

A young man sits in the center of this world. As far as the eyes can see, there’s snow everywhere, almost engulfing his figure. But he is unconcerned, and no one knows what’s on his mind.

A silvery white light appears suddenly, as though someone has forcefully torn open a crack in the space.

A man wearing a clear and bright smile on his face pokes his head out of the crack and charges in, his entire body smeared in blood.

Man: It truly took a lot of effort to find you.

The young man stands up at the sound of this voice and walks over to the man.

?? (Joker): You look really messed up.

Man: Won’t you look at who the opponent is?

Man: But I keep feeling strange. I don’t know how he found out that my space-time ability only works on suspended objects.

Man: But luckily, you left a mark on the lighthouse. The man has that sort of influence over people and helped find a way in.

Man: Otherwise, I have no idea when I’d have been able to find you in this broken space.

Man: Bah, is this snow or ash floating in the sky?

As he speaks, he nimbly slides the long needle in his hand with a flick, shattering the special handcuffs around the young man’s wrists in an instant.

Man: Let’s go, Joker.

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┈┈ ◍♡◍ ┈┈┈ ◍♡◍ ┈┈

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✧ [CH 32-1] ✧

—

The ship is nearing the shore.

MC still finds herself distressed thinking about the blurry images – “ship full of panicked crowd, the malice and Victor covered in blood” – none of these things she remembers herself going through personally but the images are intensely vivid.

What troubles her more is why she temporarily forgot about Victor. Finding no breakthrough, she decides to give it a rest for now.

Yesterday, Victor secretly transferred President Zhao; and given how injured he is, he’s been recuperating on the ship for the past two days.

At this moment, an “old friend,” Poseidon, appears and says he’s here to pick up the BOSS. And he mockingly fills the “Former Miss Nox” about the current situation in Loveland with the reappearance of the mechanical box. MC realizes she’s been so busy taking care of Victor the last few days that she had no time to care about other things LOL.

At this moment, Victor walks in and says that things must have circulated after someone posted something new under the name of the “Rebuilding of Loveland City” project:

–

Victor’s voice sounds behind me, followed by a pair of warm palms resting soothingly on my shoulders.

Poseidon: As expected of you, BOSS.

Poseidon: I heard that it can turn ordinary people into “new Evolvers” without being affected by the deterioration…

Poseidon: I was a bit excited to hear that~

What new content about the “Rebuilding of Loveland City?” New Evolvers? Not affected by deterioration?

The surging of the information explodes instantly, and rather than being shocked, I can’t help but retort.

MC: How could that be possible! It’s clearly…

Victor: But that’s not really the content of the project, is it?

Victor interrupts me lightly, inexplicably filled with a certain sense of oppression.

Poseidon: Indeed. The City Hall also stated that someone deliberately posted a fake video…

Poseidon: But now that the video has gone viral, such boxes can be found everywhere in Loveland City.

Poseidon sighs exaggeratedly and bows to Victor.

Poseidon: Given the circumstances, I believe the BOSS will definitely lead the way for us to do something about it.

There is a smile of handling everything with skill and ease behind that deceptive white mask. Before I can even gather myself to speak, Victor, standing next to me, has already taken a step forward.

Victor: Let’s go.

MC: Vi…

I subconsciously try to block his path, only to find myself crashing into his gaze as he turns to look back.

Calm, yet the confidence of already having a plan in motion. It’s as though nothing can ever defeat him, sparkling brilliantly amidst the shimmering waves.

He seems to be telling me this is the best option right now. And all I can do is trust him.

I nod in silence, clutching my skirt fiercely and watching as the two figures disappear into the shadows.

–

In the dimly lit corridor, Poseidon’s voice, tinged with teasing, suddenly rings out.

Poseidon: I didn’t realize that BOSS and Nox are still in touch with each other.

Victor: Are you curious?

Victor stops in his footsteps, turning his head sideways with a cold expression.

Victor: [LMAAOOO] You better worry about whether you’ve got leverage or not than concerning yourself with other people’s affairs.

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━━━ [END OF VICTOR CONTENT IN THIS UPDATE] ━━━

[Calls and Moments]: Here!

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[Notes]:

If you’ve understood “the shenanigans” in the last parts, please give yourself a pat on the back!!! 🙏

And if you haven’t, no worries. I’ve worked on an analysis with couple of CN analysts (!props to them). I’ll try to it over here soon!

As for now,

Victor hoped he could deceive time (!keep in mind that he isn’t allowed to use his Evol). What he does here is pretty similar to CH 25! 🤡

As we are given the info that he’d already prepared everything before getting on the ship and also pinned his faith in MC to make it here – he was already ready to pay whatever the price from the very beginning.

We see in the parts where MC’s memory is “being erased” [31-14], there are many unfamiliar images in her head. We are introduced to a reality that we haven’t experienced before (i.e., Victor finding the location of the bomb, looking icily at the bomber, solving the crisis, no blood, no wailing etc.,) – this is the reality of a world/timeline where Victor solves the problem and no commotions occur and he doesn’t even get hurt.

We see that after MC wakes up, her memories are different from before; and she couldn’t even remember the very same utility room because she’s never been there before in this “new reality/ timeline” (that utility room is now the gaps of time, the only existence from the previous reality/timeline. Which is why we see Victor sitting there all by himself, we will get to this later).

While “MC’s Victor” i.e., the Victor we’ve been with from the beginning, managed to get the ship and everyone else safely out of the other dimension, and rewrite the reality in “their world” at the cost of his alternate self (similar to CH 25), he himself got stranded in the “gaps of time,” AGAIN. However, there was no Zero to help him this time. But luckily, he had “her.”

MC decided to use the mechanical box despite knowing it can lead to her death. The power MC received was “extraction” – which is basically drawing energy from the powerful CORE within her. (It’s been confirmed in CH 33 that CORE is in MC’s body).

Have you noticed how this whole chapter (including its name) is filled with “spiritual” references? It’s actually quite frequent in Victor contents skfkl. Anyway, she used the box in hopes of gaining a power to help Victor. But helping Victor at that moment would need hurting those people, which he wanted to avoid even at the cost of his own life and it’d only bring him more distress (which MC mentions herself too). Noticed how all of her previous attempts to use this power only gave her useless abilities? ☄️

Lastly, when MC wakes up and unconsciously uses the power one more time, this time it leads her to where Victor is, just when he couldn’t need her more. 🥺 At this point, the “punishment oblivion” has already started to take effect, and we see how he was sitting in a corner alone, broken, defeated, knowing full well the consequences his actions have brought. And also knowing that he can’t return to this world, where he isn’t supposed to belong to even begin with. Though it genuinely gives him a shock at first that even she doesn’t remember him, he doesn’t even try to stop MC when she proceeds to leave, further showing how he’s already accepted everything.

Here comes the crucial part. Just like himself, returning to his side is her “instinct” too [ I see you PG. Victor x MC even have an entire MQ dedicated to how they are each other’s instinct ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝ ]. We see how because of their “bond”, which is as powerful as time itself or perhaps even more (ironically, the theme of the story per se LOL), MC finds herself remembering him again.

As of now, the “existence Victor” is wiped clean from this world. But, since MC is the sole thread connecting him to this world, the trajectory of “existence Victor” restarts. In order to rationalize the cause and effect of the singularity-- MC being the only one who remembers his existence, everyone who knows Victor and MC at the same time, i.e., seen or met them together (President Zhao, Joker, Joker’s buddy, Poseidon), remembers him. But as we see, President Zhao’s secretary and his colleague, who’ve never met MC, don’t remember Victor either.

Owh, one last piece of angst – remember Victor’s blood disease that leads to destruction of your body’s all hematopoietic function? It is caused by a virus, but the prerequisite is that the Evolver is already deteriorating; 🤡 but don’t worry there’s the “Plot Armor” haha. There’s silver lining since MC shattered the CORE barrier membrane in CH 33, but I’m holding my horses for now LOL

— I also have many feelings to share on this chapter. This entire chapter actually horrifically bears many resemblance to S1 CH 18 and its after effect, only their positions are swapped. I’ll try to bring them over here along with the full analysis after I’m done with all the translation; no promises tho LOL ;-; Also, players have already bugged the CS to explain everything clearly in the following updates LOL. So, fingers crossed! ❤️

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