CHAPTER 60: ICE PLANET

’Ice planet?’

Julian was silent. He thought it over.

Seems he had a damn lot to learn as he was now the ruler of this planet. He had made a plan for that, by the way.

He had decided that a meeting would be held by early morning. He was told they had a square—the city square, a large place where they would all converge and he would deliver his speech.

Now, the reason for this speech was to assure them on his plans for both planets to align.

He decided that they all won’t be at this place.

He would sort of reshuffle.

By reshuffling, it meant that he would split them in half. Half of Drayyorsains would relocate to Hellfott and half of the Hellfotts would be here.

But why not leave Hellfott in their planet and Drayyorsains here, in theirs?

Well, it was pretty simple.

In this galaxy, anything could happen. Leaving the Hellfotts on their own would later cause an uprising. By uprising, it would mean a resistance.

They might connive and want to break out of his ruling.

He wasn’t sure that would happen, but he just had to be safe.

And being safe meant taking precautions. The fall of his planet Zyros had given him a lot of knowledge.

It was never to hope for the future. Instead of hoping, you make the future.

That was what led to the downfall of Zyros. They never planned,they only hoped. And by hoping, they knew there was an invading empire. An imperium that destroys planets. They heard of it. But where they turned stupid was in hoping it never hit them.

How can you hope that something doesn’t hit you?

Julian had pondered on this and, even at this point, he had no experience in leading a planet, talk less of two planets. And by the looks of it, Drayyors seemed to be a large planet. Unlike Zyros and Seisymy, this was quite large.

It wasn’t the type you could run to the end of. And Hellfott? He bet that would be bigger.

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"Why don’t they like males?" Julian finally asked, intrigued.

"That’s how it is," the soldier replied. "And they are very good-looking. Large breasted, large assed, small breasted, small assed. Deep, shallow."

"The fuck?" the soldier behind the one that just spoke said.

[Author’s Note: Seems I’ll have to give them names haha, tired of using ’The first soldier said, or the last soldier said.’]

Julian was amused, and he grinned.

"They must be good-looking with your descriptions, but how do you know that?" Julian asked.

The soldier chuckled as he sipped on a glass of wine. He had earlier been gulping it down his throat, but perhaps to add more steeze to his persona as he spoke, he now took sips.

They might seem like comedians, but to Julian, they were alright. At least they added a bit of comedy to his life.

Think of it. After having a long day on the battlefield, he would come here, meet them, and have a good time.

They seemed to be alright—eccentric, but they were cool with him.

Julian was nonetheless very curious about the women in the ice planet though. How did they come about to be like this?

"How do they have pleasure?" Julian asked.

"They gossip, play games, and do the rest," the soldier said.

Julian was amused. Was this soldier trying to play naive, or did he genuinely not know what he was trying to say?

"No, I meant, you know, the act stuff."

"Oh, oh, oh," the soldier said. "Oh, that. Well, I don’t know if this is true, but I learnt they are virgins."

Julian’s reaction to that was to act indifferent.

"Well, that’s unbelievable," he said.

"It’s the truth," another soldier said, talking with meat stuffed in his mouth. "It’s actually true. Think of it, no single damn man on the planet, only women."

"Still isn’t believable," Julian said.

The soldier laughed. Normally a laugh wasn’t needed at this moment, but it was probably from too much wine or—wait—that is just to tell you how eccentric they can be.

"The reason it’s true is that, about four years ago when we first knew them, they gave us a warning. A very strict warning, saying that they wanted no man in their kingdom. No man at all. They further warned that if any one was seen, he would be killed."

"And so we sent a female for the first time. It was all good. The female represented us well. But then, the second time, a horny skinny dude sneaked into the spaceship."

Julian smiled at the last sentence.

The soldier continued:

"Well, to cut the long story short, he got there alright. He arrived there safely, but the guy was a jerk, ya’ know. Sneaked and spanked the large ass of a female guard. The Empress was angry and decided to keep him as a prisoner."

"The female came back reporting what happened, and before the governor could plead for his release, we received a tiny spaceship the size of..." the guard pointed to Rehul.

"The size of her ass."

Rehul was flushed. Julian tried to keep in his laughter while the others laughed like all hell had been let loose.

"My apologies for using your ass for example," the soldier finally said. "Just had to be real on the details."

Rehul smiled. They didn’t know, but it seemed like she was forcing it.

"It’s alright. Go on with your story," she said. Well, seemed she was cool with it after all.

"The spaceship landed and it was with the man’s head."

Julian grinned.

"Damn!"

He didn’t know why, but he liked it—showed how brutal they were.

"Well, it’s believable now," Julian said. "Very much believable alright. Damn. But how come they went to this?"

The soldier gulped a glass of wine. He had taken about six so far.

"We don’t know. We just met them like that."

They now ate in silence, Julian eating a lot as he had quite a day. With the heads he had chopped and necks he had slit, he was very much hungry.

It had been a long day.

But then, he couldn’t stop thinking of the ice planet. How would he know more at this point? He wished he knew, actually.

Looking around and seeing that no one was focused on him, everyone was keen with their food, he whispered, barely moving his mouth, to Xea:

"How do I know more about the ice planet filled with only women? Got any information?"

’[I’m actually very surprised you are asking me this,]’ Xea said. ’[C’mon. After becoming the god figure to those people some hours ago, what skill did you receive!]’

Julian nodded his head forward.

"Oh!" he said in a very light whisper.

’[Use it! It gives you the ability to know the history about anything. Since you’re still on level one with the skill, you’ll be able to know the surface and not deeply. But the more you advance, the more you’ll know.]’

"Thanks," Julian whispered, and just as Rehul was about to know that he was talking to someone, he coughed, hitting his chest a bit.

"Sorry."

"Sorry."

"Sorry!"

"Sorry."

"Sorry."

Everyone present at the table said to him. One wanted to hand him a glass of wine.

Julian smiled.

The fuck?

Glass of wine.

"I’m okay," Julian said. "It’s just that the meat is so good it made me cough."

They all laughed and it settled. They were soon infatuated with their meals again.

Even Rehul ate like her life depended on it, and it surprised Julian.

"One day, I’ll cook so you guys will know how good I am of a cook."

The soldiers gave her high fives, and they laughed it away.

That made Julian ponder for two seconds. So she could cook?

It was impressive.

A wife material.

Julian almost grinned at the thought. He felt he was too young to marry.

He decided to try the History Vision skill. He wanted to ask Xea, but sensed they might notice, so he decided to try and activate it himself.

So, he just closed his eyes and thought deeply about it.

In his mind rang:

The History of the ice planet.

The History of the Ice planet.

The History of the ice planet.

The fuckin’ history of the ice planet.

Why are they only humans?

Why are they virgins...

How..., how the fuck will they reproduce? How!

How!

Suddenly, he felt this fogginess within. This strange fogginess. His mind went blank.

He got scared for a second there. How did the history stuff even work?

History...

Vision...

How did it work?

Suddenly he started seeing visions.

Now, he was seeing a sex scene.

’The fuck?’ he thought. ’A sex scene? Weren’t they virgins?’

The thought:

It’s history!

Dick entering pussies!

The wet slapping sound.

Julian didn’t want to see no more. It was blinding his eyes.

Wasn’t this porn? How was this his business?

But then it was compulsory because behind the thrusts, he saw... their faces. These were the ancestors of the ice planet women.

These were the men of the ice planet.

’So they had men?’

Julian was about to learn a lot.