Starry Rebirth: The Warden and the Outlaw’s Interstellar Revenge | Chapter 77 | The Last Human | Novela.app

Upon receiving the assistant’s confirmed reply, the Old Dean’s face went stony. Deep down, only one thought remained: he had failed his old friend. The succulent prize cabbage his friend had raised was, by all accounts, about to be snatched away. Filled with a heavy heart, the Old Dean could think of nothing else but how to claw their "sweet and obedient" little Chief back as quickly as possible. How long had the boy been out? He was already running wild, disappearing without a trace! At this moment, the Old Dean was deeply reflecting on his lapse in judgment. A "naive and sheltered" cub should never have been allowed out the door so casually. Look at what happened—the moment he stepped out, he was lured away by a big bad wolf with ill intentions! The Old Dean fumed at the thought. Meanwhile, the "big bad wolf" in his mind was actually nursing a massive headache of his own. The reason was simple: the matter of their sleeping arrangements. Given that the entire houseboat lacked a single room that looked remotely respectable, Feng Zhixi, after a quick stroll around, decided it was better to sleep in the master bedroom with the bed. Besides, he quite liked that high-backed chair that symbolized the Warden’s seat of power. Facing the bedroom the little patient had chosen at first sight, Ji Yeran felt only a throbbing in his temples. Looking at this room—which bore a striking resemblance to his office before his rebirth—he saw a space that appeared professional at a glance but revealed a suggestive atmosphere upon closer inspection. It was fundamentally unfit for habitation. The stern Warden was a thousand times unwilling, especially regarding that bed nestled inside a birdcage and covered in a chaotic mess of feathers. Just looking at it made his head ache. However, as a headstrong and willful pirate leader, Feng Zhixi merely arched an eyebrow. He rose languidly from the comfortable high-backed chair and sauntered over, stepping into the "birdcage" to inspect it. The birdcage was quite exquisitely decorated. After a brief look around, Feng Zhixi sat curiously on the large bed, which was covered in feathers and looked incredibly soft. To his delight, he found that the mattress woven from feathers was fluffy and supple, like a thick layer of clouds. The surface of the feathers held a velvety sheen, feeling soft, light, and warm to the touch. This discovery made Feng Zhixi’s eyes light up. He looked up at Ji Yeran, who stood outside the "birdcage," his gaze fixed with the determination of someone saying, *I’m sleeping here.* It was velvety, fluffy, soft, and warm. He liked it. A satisfied smile played at the corners of the Omega’s eyes and lips. Ji Yeran: "..." Facing the Omega’s sparkling eyes, the Warden felt utterly defeated. In the end, the scales of victory tipped toward the emboldened little patient. After a silent standoff, the compromising Warden joined the pirate leader inside the birdcage. As he lay down, the Warden was still thinking: *How absurd. My office has a birdcage, and now I’m actually sleeping in it.* While Ji Yeran was silently grumbling, Feng Zhixi, contentedly ensconced in the cage, let out a yawn. He rolled onto his side, snuggling into the Alpha’s embrace, adjusted himself into a comfortable position, and closed his eyes to sleep. The clear fragrance of wine filling his arms gave Ji Yeran a start. He looked down at the person sleeping peacefully in his embrace and couldn't help but curl his lips into a faint smile. *Forget it. Sleeping in a birdcage isn't so bad; it’s actually quite warm,* Ji Yeran thought. His green plum pheromones seemed to possess a mind of their own, wrapping in circles around the wine-scented Omega. Holding his little patient, the Warden drifted into dreamland... In the deep sea, the houseboat sailed through the waters following its navigators. The surface of the sea, where the moon had risen, was a picture of tranquility. Beneath the waves, these wondrous marine creatures forged ahead toward the same destination. This was the migration of the sea dwellers. Witnessed by the moonlight, when the leader of one pod surfaced and let out a cry, the invisible sound rippled through the ocean to distant reaches. Then, the leader of another pod surfaced, the three small bubble-rings on its forehead expanding as it transmitted an invisible sound across the water. In the far distance, another pod heard the call and surfaced, passing on the sound that human ears could not perceive. For a moment, the moonlit sea seemed to turn pink, ripples spreading across the calm surface. The moonlight appeared to illuminate the entire ocean as countless marine creatures surfaced. They were calling out for something, as if performing a sacred ritual... *Shhh—* *Shhh—shhh—* Feng Zhixi woke to the sound of crashing waves. He opened his eyes, and to no surprise, everything before him was pitch black. *How many times has this been?* Feng Zhixi wondered uncertainly. Lately, he had been having a strange, recurring dream. Although he could never remember what happened upon waking, while inside the dream, he knew he was experiencing something bizarre yet real. He rose unhurriedly and looked around. The surroundings were void of light, a total darkness save for the sound of the waves, rising and falling in an endless rhythm. He stood still. After a moment, the familiar light appeared once more. An ocean manifested a short distance ahead, the mist and haze shrouding the surface as beautiful as the glow of a setting sun. Beneath the water, something was faintly glowing, flickering rhythmically. *What on earth is this?* In the dream, Feng Zhixi frowned slightly. However, there was nothing in the dreamscape except the ocean before him. As if noticing Feng Zhixi standing motionless, the glowing object beneath the surface grew brighter. It was a light like fire, becoming more intense and dazzling, as if a burning star had fallen into the sea. The piercing light forced Feng Zhixi to raise his hand to shield his eyes. In the next instant, everything vanished. The red light was gone, the haze was gone, and the ocean was gone. Feng Zhixi found himself plunged into a vast expanse of white light. He could see nothing. He tried to lift his hand, only to find he couldn't even move a finger. He seemed to be imprisoned within the whiteness, blind and paralyzed. *Where is this now?* Realizing he had fallen into an even more eerie dream, Feng Zhixi frowned. In the white light, there was nothing—only a quiet, dead silence. After an unknown amount of time, Feng Zhixi heard whispers in his ear. Countless voices—distant, near, spanning time and space—converged. From a chaotic, indistinguishable jumble at first, they gradually became clear, finally forming a language he could understand. "Is it him?" "Is it him?" "Is it him?" "So he really is still here. We’ve finally waited long enough!" "The last... human..." *What?* Trapped in the white light, even Feng Zhixi’s thoughts seemed sluggish. He wanted to hear clearly what the voices around him were saying; his intuition told him it was important. However, his consciousness grew increasingly blurred. Drowsiness surged, finally dragging his mind back into the depths of the dream... When Feng Zhixi woke again, he saw a pair of deep, dark eyes filled with irritability and a dense, unshakeable worry. A handsome face, cold as a thousand-year-old glacier, loomed over him. It was Ji Yeran. "I..." Feng Zhixi opened his mouth, only to find his throat was nearly hoarse. His entire body lacked strength, feeling limp as if every ounce of energy had been drained from him. *So, what happened in the dream?* Feng Zhixi was somewhat dazed. Seeing Feng Zhixi finally awake, Ji Yeran’s expression softened slightly. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the Omega’s brow. The faint scent of green plums carried a sense of comfort through the kiss. Seeing Feng Zhixi awake, the heart that had been suspended in Ji Yeran’s chest finally settled. Light kisses fell in succession from his brow to the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose, carrying a hint of restrained treasure, as if he were handling something incredibly fragile. Sensing a strange emotion in these feather-light kisses, Feng Zhixi blinked. He asked, "How long did I sleep?" *So I didn't just sleep for one day?* "A long time," Ji Yeran replied, kissing his sleeping beauty. "We’ve reached the final stop." Outside the houseboat was a world of ice and snow.