The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 77

Wearing that embarrassingly plain cotton pajamas, Ning Ning felt like a potato forcibly stuffed into a sack—completely constrained and uncomfortable.

Especially the collar, buttoned so tightly it felt like it could suffocate him alive.

He simply couldn’t stand the overwhelming mix of cedar and obsessive energy in the room anymore and decided to go out for a walk to get some fresh air.

The flagship’s public corridor was so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat. The cold metallic walls glimmered faintly, stretching endlessly to the limits of vision, like a tunnel through time and space. In the dead of night, the flagship was almost deserted, except for the occasional “click” of the patrolling security robots.

This absolute silence finally allowed Ning Ning’s tense nerves, strained all night, to relax slightly.

As he wandered aimlessly, a slightly nervous voice came from behind, tinged with uncertainty:

“N-Ning… Ning Young Master?”

Ning Ning turned and saw a young sentinel.

He looked quite young, probably just graduated from the military academy, his face still carrying traces of naïveté. He stood upright in a crisp uniform, like a javelin, but his tightly clenched fists and slightly reddened ears betrayed his nervousness.

This was his first close encounter with the legendary “Moon God.”

Soon to be sent to the Seventh Star Sector to face a nearly suicidal battlefield, the immense pre-battle pressure had deprived him of sleep for several nights, leaving his mental sea on the verge of instability. But when he saw the silver-haired, violet-eyed youth, an inexplicable yearning surged from the deepest part of his heart.

The youth wore an absurdly oversized gray pajama set. His silver short hair was soft and fluffy, highlighting a delicate, pale face. Especially those dreamy violet eyes—like a clear spring—pure and serene, exuding a divine aura capable of calming all chaos.

The young sentinel’s gaze became uncontrollably intense.

It was a mixture of awe, reverence, and the instinctual yearning of a person on the brink of death seeking salvation. He instinctively stepped forward slightly, like someone drawn to warmth in the cold, greedily absorbing the calming aura.

“You… you’re out for a walk?” he stammered, voice trembling with excitement, unaware that his previously tense shoulders had relaxed.

Seeing the over-eager look in his eyes made Ning Ning a little uneasy.

This look… he knew it.

It was exactly like the gaze of other sentinels he had unintentionally calmed before—as if they wanted to devour him alive.

Alarm bells rang in his mind, but he maintained a polite exterior and nodded: “Yes, it was a bit stuffy in the room; I couldn’t sleep.”

At that moment, the temperature at both ends of the corridor suddenly plummeted to freezing.

One side carried an extreme cold, tinged with the metallic scent of blood, like the Siberian wind, making bones ache and breaths sting.

The other was chilling, dangerous, and sly, like a silent, cold snake winding around one’s neck, sending shivers down the spine.

Ning Ning’s body reacted faster than his brain, freezing him in place.

With slow, mechanical movements, as if rusted, he glanced toward both ends of the corridor.

On the left, Xiao Lin had appeared, standing there silently. He still wore his black military uniform, symbolizing iron and authority, face expressionless, yet his dark-golden eyes carried a frost that could freeze anyone into ice. His gaze locked onto the young sentinel.

On the right, Gu Qingfeng appeared silently as well. He smiled as always—gentle and refined—but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. Behind his golden-rimmed glasses, his gaze was like a bottomless cold pond.

Completely… doomed.

Ning Ning’s mind only had those two words echoing: Completely doomed.

How did they both appear here at the same time? Were they conspiring to catch him? He hadn’t even done anything!

The young sentinel reacted even more dramatically. As a freshly graduated A-rank sentinel, he immediately felt the overwhelming, almost tangible terror radiating from two S-rank elites.

It felt like being crushed by two mountains simultaneously, his mental sea erupting into a storm, organs misaligned.

“Grrrr—”

A low, oppressive roar, brimming with primal violence and threat, exploded directly in the mental plane—not from the throat, but straight into consciousness!

A massive, dark-golden wolf, as large as a small mountain, manifested behind Xiao Lin. It was nearly fully materialized as a spiritual entity! Every hair shone with metallic luster, muscles bulging, sharp fangs bared, golden wolf eyes locking onto the poor young sentinel, growling a death sentence from the depths of a top predator.

The young sentinel’s face went pale as paper; his legs gave way, almost collapsing to the ground.

This… this was the Marshal’s spiritual form! The legendary “Hell Wolf” capable of tearing apart an entire fleet of Zerg-class warships single-handedly on the battlefield!

But the terror didn’t stop there.

On the other side, a nine-tailed white fox, exquisitely beautiful to the point of being otherworldly, silently appeared beside Gu Qingfeng. It moved with a catlike grace, positioning itself in front of Ning Ning like an unyielding barrier. Its nine fluffy tails unfurled like a shield, majestic, while its narrowed, foxlike eyes sparkled with cold cruelty.

It didn’t growl, yet its spiritual pressure was even more invasive, like countless invisible poisoned needles, piercing the young sentinel’s fragile mental sea.

“Thud.”

The young sentinel could no longer withstand it, collapsing onto the floor, trembling violently, cold sweat soaking his uniform.

What… what had he done wrong?

Why would the Empire’s most esteemed Marshal and the Second Prince use their spiritual forms to intimidate a nameless foot soldier?

Seeing the young sentinel about to faint, Ning Ning panicked.

He didn’t overthink it—he simply felt the boy was innocent and shouldn’t be treated this way. If left with this psychological trauma, his future spiritual abilities could regress.

“He… he didn’t do anything,” Ning Ning whispered, a faint plea in his tone he hadn’t realized he possessed.

At the same time, a subtle calming aura, carrying a faint scent of laurel, unconsciously emanated from him.

The aura was soft, like a gentle evening breeze over a frozen lake.

But for those two razor-sharp, murderous spiritual forms, it was like the deadliest poison… and the sweetest honey.

Instantly, the corridor’s bone-chilling hostility vanished without a trace.

“Whu…”

The Hell Wolf’s threatening low growl suddenly turned into a pitiful whine. Its previously violent eyes became wet, like a dog caught doing something wrong by its owner. It carefully lowered its fangs, stepping cautiously toward Ning Ning, seeking gentle reassurance.

The nine-tailed fox reacted even faster. Its icy eyes curved into crescents, emitting a soft, coquettish hum. Elegantly, it turned, using its softest, most beautiful tail tip to nuzzle Ning Ning’s leg, asserting dominance while seeking attention.

The scene became awkward and absurd.

One moment, the two S-rank spiritual forms were ready to shred everything in sight; the next, they were competing for Ning Ning’s affection like overexcited pets.

The Hell Wolf, seeing the fox get first attention, panicked and ignored etiquette, nudging Ning Ning’s hand for reassurance.

The nine-tailed fox was not to be outdone, wrapping multiple tails around Ning Ning, blocking the wolf, while persistently pushing its head into his embrace—both spoiled and domineering.

“Whu whu whu! (Pet me! Pet me!)”

“Humph! (He’s mine! Don’t touch!)”

Ning Ning: “…”

He froze, trapped between a wolf and a fox, unable to move. He could feel their fur brushing him from all sides, mixed with two different pheromones.

At the corridor ends, Xiao Lin and Gu Qingfeng remained expressionless, as if the childish, absurd squabble had nothing to do with them.

The young sentinel on the floor was completely dumbfounded. Mouth agape, mind blank, unable to reconcile the sight of two large, tail-wagging, attention-seeking creatures with the legendary, ruthless, decisive Marshal and Second Prince.

What… what kind of world was this? Had the apocalypse arrived?

Ning Ning’s cheeks burned bright red, a mix of embarrassment and shame. He felt like a publicly executed “troublemaker,” like a zookeeper being smothered by his own animals.

He frantically pushed away the wolf’s head, untangled the fox’s tails, and nearly fled.

“I…I’ll go back first!”

He dashed to his room without looking back, slammed the door, cutting off the deadly gazes and the squabbling giant pets.

Leaning against the cold door, his heart still racing, Ning Ning felt like he was on fire.

[Ding Dong! Host, your unconsciously displayed calming ability may attract certain… special entities when you arrive at the Seventh Star Sector.]

System 89’s gentle voice sounded in his mind, tinged with barely contained excitement.

Ning Ning’s heart sank.

Special entities?

Before he could think further, a sharp, piercing alarm blared throughout the flagship without warning:

“—Warning! Warning! High-intensity alien mental energy detected! Non-combat personnel, return to your rooms immediately! Repeat! Non-combat personnel, return to your rooms immediately!”

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