CHAPTER 110: JEALOUSY, THINLY VEILED

"Gege, will you come with me? The world is far too dangerous right now. There are too many threats and vile people. If anyone finds out about you, I’m afraid—"

He Jinyun’s voice trembled with fear and worry.

The ornate silver mask returned to his face, yet it did little to conceal the anxiety Sian could sense coming from him.

About an hour earlier, after Sian had attempted to use his powers to heal He Jinyun, silence had settled over the room. As the center of the storm, Sian took it upon himself to explain things to Lan Qisheng and Jiao Liangchen, the only two present who were still in the dark.

Of course, Sian wasn’t foolish enough to tell them the full truth—that he had transmigrated from another world and that He Jinyun came from the same place.

Even if it weren’t impossible to believe, a deep instinct within Sian warned him to keep it secret.

A voice within whispered that revealing this truth would be dangerous.

He had always trusted his instincts.

It was how he’d survived in that terrifying world for years.

Since Old Master Lan and his grandson had mistaken him for a secret agent from the Phantom Division, Sian went along with it.

He claimed to be investigating suspicious movements by a criminal organization conducting horrifying human experiments.

He said he’d found his brother’s identity during the investigation and that He Jinyun had been secretly assisting him, pretending to be a wanted criminal to gain the enemies’ trust.

As for his supernatural powers, Sian simply drew upon real knowledge from his original world—technically not a lie.

While Sian spoke, He Jinyun nodded from time to time, playing the role of the obedient younger brother. Though he had much to discuss with Siān, he knew better than to speak carelessly.

He recognized the identities of the two men present and behaved with deliberate caution.

If you ask, the narrative that Sian wove was neither particularly convincing nor well-structured.

Yet, perhaps it was the unwavering faith that both men had in him, or maybe their intimate understanding of his character, that led them to accept his story without question.

Despite its gaps and oddities, there was palpable gratitude in their hearts; they appreciated the fact that Sian had confided in them, revealing even a sliver of the truth that lay beneath the surface.

Or maybe, shocked by the very existence of supernatural individuals among them, they refrained from asking more questions, content with what little they’d learned.

Thus, Sian’s exhausting mission to convince them not to hand He Jinyun over to the authorities—or to pick a fight with him—finally came to an end.

Not that they could actually do it, He Jinyun thought silently.

He stared hard at the two men.

Honestly, he couldn’t shake off the irritation that bubbled within him whenever he saw how easily his brother connected with others, particularly that insufferable Lan Qisheng.

He observed the two of them together, especially the way Lan’s eyes lingered on Sian, sparking a flicker of jealousy deep in his gut.

The bond they seemed to share felt so intimate, almost clandestine, and it gnawed at him relentlessly.

Yet, despite his mounting frustration and pleas for his brother to remain by his side, those words always seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"Hey, why the gloomy face again? Didn’t I say I’ll visit you later? No need to pout like that."

Sian tapped the man’s neck with his finger.

He had intended to flick his forehead like he used to when He Jinyun was little, but unfortunately, he was too short—he couldn’t even reach the man’s chest now.

[What did this brat eat to grow this tall?] Sian wondered, but his thoughts were interrupted when someone grabbed his hand.

"Sian, we need to return to the villa where the competition is held. If the men who kidnapped the Prime Minister and his family are still there, they’ll get suspicious if they notice we’ve gone missing."

Lan Qisheng was speaking to Sian, but from an angle, Sian couldn’t see; his eyes were fixed on He Jinyun, flashing with a clear, feral warning.

Earlier, when they had discussed the existence of an evil organization conducting experiments that turned humans into either superpowered beings or savage monsters, Jiao Liangchen had used the moment to ask about the missing Prime Minister.

As expected, He Jinyun was already on the criminals’ trail—especially since the energy signature of that man had been found at the crime scene.

After agreeing to cooperate in the pursuit of the culprits, the group dispersed.

Of course, the only one to separate from Sian was He Jinyun, whose face now bore no emotion, unlike the expressions he showed when with his brother.

"Sir—"

"What?"

As He Jinyun watched the helicopter lift off with Sian waving at him from inside, that fleeting moment of seeing his brother again became his sole comfort—until their next meeting.

So you can imagine his fury when Carmel called.

It wasn’t that Carmel wasn’t scared of dying—on the contrary, he was practically about to wet himself. But duty called, and he couldn’t move without the boss’s permission.

Cursing his luck internally, Carmel braced himself while his formidable boss regained his usual composed, world-saving self.

He strode into the villa, questioning his assistant about the latest developments...

Meanwhile, about half an hour later, Sian and the others landed from the helicopter and headed toward the villa where the competition was being held.

Lan Qisheng advised Sian to withdraw from the tournament. It was far too dangerous, especially now that the enemies were likely aware of his presence—a detail he’d picked up from overhearing the conversation between Sian and He Jinyun earlier.

But Sian refused.

He argued that his identity as a contestant gave him the perfect cover to investigate further.

"But it’s too dangerous... and you’re still unwell."

Inside Sian and Jiao Liangchen’s private room, Lan Qisheng stood holding Sian’s hand, his deep blue eyes brimming with love and worry.

"Lan Qisheng, do you think I’m some weakling? Didn’t you see my powers? I can deal with vermin like them with a single finger. Don’t believe me?"

Sian raised an eyebrow, exuding confidence—perhaps also testing his lover’s faith in him.

"That’s not what I meant. I just... I don’t want to see you hurt. You’ve been sick and didn’t even tell me. You still don’t tell me much. You don’t rely on me, you don’t trust me enough to share your pain, your memories, your nightmares... nothing. I feel like—"

Finally, all the emotions Lan Qisheng had been bottling up since the beginning of their relationship spilled out.

He hadn’t meant to guilt Sian.

He understood that four months wasn’t long enough to make someone open up completely.

But seeing Sian so close to his "brother" had shaken his composure and fed into his insecurities.

Sian stood in silence, watching Lan Qisheng throw a tantrum like a sulking child.

He sighed deeply, then pulled the taller man into a fierce, tight embrace. Given the difference in height and build, it looked more like Lan Qisheng was the one holding Siān protectively, burying him in his chest.

"Lan Qisheng, you’re the first person I’ve ever been in a relationship with. My first and only love. I know what you’re thinking, but you’re wrong if you believe I don’t love you or trust you. I’ve simply spent my whole life licking my own wounds, protecting myself alone. No one’s ever done that for me. That’s why I rely only on myself. But I’ll change—I promise. Just give me time, alright? Hmm?"

Sian probably understood Lan Qisheng better than anyone.

He knew the man’s insecurities, his fear of abandonment.

And for some reason, Sian found that version of Lan Qisheng incredibly endearing.

"Hmm... alright."

Lan Qisheng’s quiet response pulled Sian from his thoughts.

He chuckled softly and patted the man’s back with affection.

"Excuse me—if you two are done showcasing your eternal love, can I get some sleep now?"

A deep, exasperated voice rang out from the room.

Sian and Lan Qisheng both turned toward the source of the disturbance, their expressions shifting from curiosity to unease.

Before them stood a man whose dark, scowling eyes glinted with irritation, framed by deeply furrowed brows that seemed to draw together in a permanent frown.

The palpable annoyance radiating from him was almost tangible, a heavy aura that enveloped the space around them.

It was impossible to ignore; the air was thick with his displeasure.

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Erato-san have something to say:

My little angels, what did you think of this Chapter?

To be honest, I wasn’t entirely satisfied with it.

But we’ve officially stepped into the world of supernatural powers—and the peaceful image Sian once had of this world is about to change into something far more... chaotic?!

There have always been people living in entirely separate realities as if divided by a sharp, invisible line.

Like the world of the rich and the world of the poor.

I’m not sure if my idea came across clearly, but in any case, we’ll meet again in a new Chapter tomorrow.

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