The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 38

Ning Ning took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He tried to recall that feeling from before—not forcing spiritual threads to soothe, but… releasing. Releasing a wave that surged from the depths of his soul, cool yet gentle.

【System, can you be a decent person for once?! This thing doesn’t even come with a manual! Which damn button is “release”?!】

He ranted inwardly, but still sank his spirit into that violet sea. In the depths of his spiritual ocean, the moon rabbit that had always slept quietly slowly opened its eyes, purple as nebulae and infinitely deep.

The next second, an invisible force, carrying the serene brilliance of moonlight, spread outward from Ning Ning’s body. It wasn’t aggressive, yet it bore an undeniable majesty. The air inside the protection chamber fell still.

The insect that had been frantically ramming against the energy shield suddenly froze. Its movements slowed, then halted completely.

The bloodthirsty scarlet in its compound eyes faded, replaced by childish confusion and… closeness. Quietly, it lay down on the ground, unmoving, like a pet lulled to sleep by its master’s touch.

【…Holy crap.】

Ning Ning was so shocked that even his internal commentary froze.

【Is this… the legendary king’s aura? Absolutely terrifying!】

It worked.

He exhaled, body swaying slightly—only to be caught firmly by Xiao Lin. The man’s burning chest pressed against his back, flooding him with a sense of unparalleled safety.

And in that instant, the moon rabbit within his spirit sea underwent a new transformation. On its once-pure fur appeared faint, shimmering silver patterns—elegant, flowing lines sketching out ancient, mysterious sigils. Its form grew more solid, and behind it, a hazy phantom of a moon wheel, formed from pure energy, flickered in and out of sight.

The entire protection chamber filled with a cool fragrance, like pine forests after snow. It was Ning Ning’s own pheromone scent, now laced with a divine aura that intoxicated the senses while inspiring reverence.

At the same time, on a hidden warship in another star domain, Ross stared at a freshly encrypted report on his screen. At the end was a repeatedly replayed video—Ning Ning unleashing power, and a raging zerg falling silent in an instant.

“Interesting. Truly interesting.” Ross tapped his fingers lightly against the armrest, lips curling into a sickly, ecstatic smile. “‘The Song of the Gods’… So the legend was real. Spread the word. The ‘Capture the Moon’ project is to be fully upgraded. I want him alive—completely unharmed.”

Back in the protection chamber, Ning Ning leaned against Xiao Lin’s chest, but unease churned in his heart. The power was too immense, too strange—completely beyond his comprehension. He hadn’t fought; he had… ruled. And that terrified him.

Xiao Lin, ever perceptive, caught his unease. He didn’t question him. Instead, he tightened his embrace, wrapping Ning Ning fully in his arms, soothing him with his warmth and steady heartbeat. Lowering his head, he pressed the gentlest of kisses onto the crown of Ning Ning’s silver hair.

“Don’t think about it.” His voice was soft, threaded with magic that calmed the soul. “I’m here.”

“Mm.” Ning Ning buried his face in his chest, drinking in that warmth that made him feel safe.

【Help… this hug is so warm, but the possessiveness is suffocating…】

But in that brief moment of peace, a shrill alarm shattered the calm! Red warning lights blazed wildly, fracturing the image of the two entwined figures.

“Warning! Warning! A massive-scale zerg swarm detected! Repeat, a massive-scale zerg swarm detected! Approaching the base at extreme speed!”

The piercing sirens ripped through the base’s silence, crimson lights flooding the cold steel corridors.

Electronic warnings, pounding footsteps, and officers’ furious shouts wove together into a net named war.

Xiao Lin instantly released the boy in his arms. The tenderness of a moment ago was replaced by iron-blooded ruthlessness. His tall frame straightened, golden-wolf eyes sweeping across the tactical screen filled with dense red dots, swarming toward the base at terrifying speed.

His aura turned icy, but when he began issuing orders, his voice was frighteningly calm, each word striking exactly where it needed to.

“First and third defense zones—maximum firepower suppression! Push their vanguard back!”

“Mecha squadrons—deploy! Hold the west breach!”

“Medical corps—prepare for casualties!”

He turned, pulling his exoskeleton armor from the weapons rack. Metal clashed sharply as he suited up. He had to fight personally.

Behind him, Ning Ning watched that broad, steadfast back—a back now carrying the weight of an entire starry sky. Something unfamiliar stirred in his chest.

“I’ll go too,” Ning Ning said. His voice wasn’t loud, but in the chaos of the command room, it rang clear.

Xiao Lin froze mid-motion. Without turning, he issued an absolute command: “You stay here. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Sentinels outside need soothing.” Ning Ning stepped forward, violet eyes fixed on his profile. He thought of the soldiers in the medical wing, broken and tormented by spiritual pollution. “You saw it. I can help them. From the rear, from somewhere safe, I can stabilize their spirit seas—help them fight better.”

“I refuse.” Xiao Lin finally turned. Half his armor already donned, the cold metal only sharpened his severe features. He strode to Ning Ning, towering over him, shadow engulfing the boy completely.

“I won’t let you take any risks. Not even the smallest one.” His voice dropped, brimming with a force that almost became chains, locking Ning Ning in place.

【Bro, do you love me or are you trying to pickle me alive?! This damned possessive love!】

Ning Ning raged inside, but outwardly, he tilted his chin up, silver hair glinting under the flashing red lights. “Xiao Lin, this isn’t risk—it’s responsibility. Just like battle is yours.”

He saw the man’s golden eyes shrink violently, anger flickering there—but more than that, a startled, raw panic.

“Your responsibility is to stay where I can see you. Safe. Always safe!” Xiao Lin ground the words out between clenched teeth. His gloved hand rose, trembling slightly as if to touch Ning Ning’s face, but halted midair. He clenched it into a fist instead, veins bulging.

The fate of the base, the lives of countless soldiers—all weighed on his shoulders. Yet only one thought filled his mind: Hide him. Hide him within my very bones, where no one, no danger, could ever touch him.

“What if I can reduce casualties by ten percent? Twenty?” Ning Ning’s voice was soft, but each word scraped against Xiao Lin’s nerves. “You can’t deny me this just for your feelings. You can’t… ignore those who could be saved.”

The command room fell into deathly silence. Only the alarm’s shrill echo remained.

Finally, Xiao Lin shut his eyes. Long lashes cast a fragile shadow. When they opened again, only exhaustion and compromise remained.

He had lost. The moment he fell in love with this person, he was destined to lose.

“…The medical ward,” he relented, voice hoarse, conditions harsh to the point of absurdity. “No further. My guards will surround you—step for step. If the defense falters even slightly, you will be brought back immediately. Agree?”

“Okay.” Ning Ning nodded.

Xiao Lin stared at him, gaze unreadable, a storm of anger, terror, and destructive possessiveness. Then he turned, no more hesitation, striding out of the command room. A golden wolf shadow flickered behind him, brimming with killing intent, as he charged into battle.

The door shut behind him, cutting off their worlds. Ning Ning stood there, listening to the growing thunder of artillery, and clenched his fists.

【Help, this overwhelming responsibility—who asked for it?!】

He drew a deep breath. In his violet eyes, for the first time, burned a steady resolve.

Ten minutes later, inside the most secure isolation ward of the medical wing—

Ning Ning was encircled by Xiao Lin’s elite guards, each one a hand-picked sentinel scanning the surroundings, ready to shield him from anything.

On the other side lay more than thirty sentinels ravaged by spiritual corruption. Some moaned in agony even in unconsciousness, some stared blankly at the ceiling, some trembled violently on their beds, snarling like beasts.

Ning Ning’s heart clenched.

They were all so young.

“Are you ready?” a medic asked cautiously.

Ning Ning nodded and closed his eyes.

This time, there was no hesitation, no fear. He remembered Xiao Lin’s words—“I’m here.” He remembered that man’s determination to defy the entire world for him.

In his spirit sea, the moon rabbit rose to its feet. The phantom moon wheel behind it grew clearer.

A gentle yet immense force radiated outward.

This was no mere soothing. This was purification.

Moonlight-like brilliance wrapped around each tormented soul, cleansing the filth and madness from their spirit seas bit by bit.

The soldiers’ anguished groans faded into calm.

Vacant eyes rekindled with life.

Trembling bodies stilled, sinking into true, peaceful sleep.

The entire medical wing was bathed in a sacred tranquility.

【System, what am I doing?】 Ning Ning asked inwardly. 【I feel like I’m no longer myself.】

【Host, you’re becoming who you were always meant to be.】 For the first time, System 89’s voice was solemn. 【You are the “Moon God”—the one who quells all chaos and madness. This is your mission, your destiny.】

【But I just want to be an ordinary person…】

【But, Host,】 the system softened, 【did you see their smiles?】

Ning Ning opened his eyes. On the soldiers’ faces were peaceful smiles. They were no longer in pain, no longer in despair. Their humanity had been restored.

A warmth unlike anything he had ever known rose in his chest.

Maybe… this was the reason he had come to this world.

Just then, an earth-shattering explosion shook the base. The battle outside was fiercer than expected.

Ning Ning stood, violet eyes gleaming with new resolve.

He knew—the true war was only beginning.

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