Chapter 218: Chapter 218: Claws Tearing Holes in the Sheets

Half asleep, she slightly moved her lips, her consciousness like a buoy sunk deep in water, vague and unclear, only responded indistinctly.

"Responsible, definitely responsible. Shut up... let me sleep for a while..."

Little Butterfly spun around happily in place, its wings unfolded with a "whoosh" before suddenly folding back again.

Oh dear, Spiritual Link... so shy.

He couldn’t help but snicker foolishly in his heart.

As soon as he released a bit of consciousness, he collided with a breath of cold sea wind.

He cried out on the spot, the sound shrill and trembling.

His wings forgot to flap, stunned in place.

"This... how is this possible? I’m still... alive?"

Originally, he was just an A-level spiritual power.

But he never dared to say it out loud.

He feared his parents would despise him if they knew.

So, the matter of assessment was delayed repeatedly until it turned into a mental burden.

From that day on, he started painting.

Stroke by stroke, he exhausted his energy, constructing a world on paper that belonged solely to him.

A world where parents would smile, hug, and kiss him.

He barely ate or slept, painting like mad, his hands trembling, unable to hold a pen.

Even he himself wondered if he’d really gone insane.

But at that moment, he seemed to have crossed some threshold.

No longer stifled, he stopped rushing to prove anything.

With a relaxed mind, power instead surged forth.

On the day of the assessment, he stood before the detector, calmly reaching out his hand.

The values soared, finally stabilizing at S-level.

Little Butterfly gently flew to the pillow, wings slowly folded, and suddenly smiled.

Moonlight filtered through the curtain gaps, spilling onto him.

How did he forget that he was never someone to swallow grievances?

It was just because no one cared, he learned to pretend indifference.

Actually, in his bones, he still wanted to be held.

Even if just once, it would suffice.

He lay there, daydreaming, just now... he clearly felt his spiritual power.

The warmth of connecting to another soul.

At this thought, he couldn’t help but become greedy.

His spiritual power instantly lost control.

Wings expanded larger and larger, shimmering pink scales peeling off piece by piece.

His body gradually transformed into human shape.

Slender and long, facial features delicate, with the lingering innocence of youth.

Heath half-lay beside Selene, reaching out to touch her.

But at that instant before contact, he jerked back as if scalded.

"I’m truly mad, to foolishly think the Female Master is pregnant with my child... She clearly hates me so much, frowning every time she sees me, unwilling to say even a few more words. How could I dare hope she’d bear a child for me? This thought is simply wishful thinking."

Just before Selene’s spiritual power slightly responded.

He decisively severed the connection.

"Forget it..." He closed his eyes, gently sighed, "As long as she’s willing to keep me by her side, even as just a servant, a shadow, that’s enough. I can’t be greedy anymore."

He greedily embraced Selene into his arms.

But suddenly, he sat up sharply, his spine straightened.

He raised a hand to touch his face.

Something was amiss, as if a certain perception beneath the skin was awakened, and his heartbeat lost its rhythm.

He still felt that there was a child of his inside her.

Otherwise, how come that spiritual fluctuation just now felt so much like... talking to him?

"Impossible... she just gave birth not long ago, how could a female be pregnant again so soon? The body simply can’t take it, Interstellar medicine has clear regulations, recovery period must be at least three months. This is wishful thinking, I just want a child that belongs to us too much."

"If... her belly really holds my child, how wonderful it would be."

He murmured lowly, his eyes dreamy.

Interstellar Era has long been able to precisely control climate.

The environment system of the main star operates all day, all seasons like spring, warm days.

Sunlight makes people drowsy comfortably.

But at night, it quietly cools down.

Wind sneaks in through window gaps, carrying the moist breath of the night dew.

He cautiously pulled up her blanket.

Looking at her sleeping side profile, he leaned closer, whispered: "Female Master, goodnight. Have a good dream, without such a burden like me."

As soon as the words fell, Selene suddenly opened her eyes.

Heath was startled, bounced backward, hitting the headboard.

He stared wide-eyed, panic flaring in his gaze.

Selene was really sleepy moments ago.

Yet in the dream, there’s always a caterpillar, its furry antennae brushing her nose, buzzing non-stop, speaking incessantly.

"Mom mom mom mom mom mom mom mom..."

The call made her brain throb in ache, temples pulsing violently.

She shook her head, barely breaking free from chaos, sitting up with the circles under her eyes like she’d been hammered.

"Heath, if we really had a child, what would you name it?"

Heath shivered violently, as if struck by electricity.

For the first time without transformation, two antennae quietly peeked from his head.

Those are traits their race only reveals in extreme emotional fluctuation.

Those antennae trembled like malfunctioning alien radar.

Frequency disrupted, direction chaotic, ridiculously odd.

Even carried a hint of endearing awkwardness.

Selene stared at the little antennae for two seconds, suddenly reached to pinch his face.

"Did you secretly transform into Little Butterfly just now? Where did you hide the wings? No hiding allowed!"

Ever since he connected with Little Butterfly’s memory, he began frantically drinking various bitter medicines.

Every sip felt like swallowing bitter medicine, harsh and bitter.

Yet he gritted his teeth, swallowed down, time after time.

Not for health, nor body conditioning, purely to escape.

Escape from the embarrassing, shameful words uttered metamorphosing.

Those words, too mortifying.

He never wants to hear a second time in this life.

Selene however, nonchalantly called this: "Drinking herbal medicine for health."

The tone was natural as if he merely had a cold, fever.

Heath’s ears reddened like burning coals.

His lips pressed tightly together, even slightly indented from teeth biting.

After a few seconds, he gently nodded.

Yet even so, he still summoned the courage, inching closer step by step.

"Female Master... I’ll be obedient, please don’t abandon me, alright?"

Selene didn’t hesitate, lunged forward and began affectionately kissing his face seven or eight times.

"Female Master..."

He murmured, eyes bulged round, pupils enlarged.

But in an instant, his emotions plummeted, pitifully covering his flushed face.

Crouched in a corner, curled into a ball.

Selene was about to add, "The Female Master has the final say."

But turning, the scene before her made her stiffen abruptly.

Heath’s body actually began to shrink rapidly, skin glowing faintly.

Smaller and smaller, profile blurred, ultimately shrinking into a bright red Little Butterfly.

"You you you you!"

This Little Butterfly was clearly sharing memories with him!

Its wings didn’t even flap, frozen in place, as if its brain crashed.

The entire body color began to flash red and blue alternately.

Selene couldn’t help but reach out a finger, gently poking its thin antenna.

"Weren’t you going to sleep with me? Remember how you acted coy just now?"

"Even scratched holes into the bed sheets..."