IBO -Chapter 129 Song Yiran’s Lifespan

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It was late at night. Normally, everyone would already be resting at this hour, but tonight, no one had gone to sleep.

In his room, Song Yutu finished drawing the other half of the pattern with dye-flower pollen. The task was successfully completed.

Song Fu stayed in Song Buli’s room; the two of them were playing games together online on their light-brains.

Song Xiufox and Song Yuexin cuddled together, excitedly studying the large art gift set that Song Yiran had bought for them earlier that day.

Song Chiyu, Song Xianyue, and Song Yinyun huddled together discussing how they would search for mutant Kallen flowers tomorrow. They hadn’t had much chance to look for flowers these past two days, so they planned to focus on it tomorrow.

Song Yang and Song An had a frank, heartfelt conversation.

“Yangyang, do you ever think I’m a burden? This body is yours, but now you can only share it with me… do you ever feel—”

“Are you stupid? I call you ‘sweet dummy’ a couple of times and you really turn into one?”

“I just feel like… I’ve become a drag on you…”

“Drag my ass! You don’t understand anything! I want to! I want to share my body with you! It’s my body—I get to decide!”

“Yangyang, thank you…”

“Aaaah! That’s so cheesy!”

Song Yiran and Xiao Zhong’er were also still awake. Song Yiran told Xiao Zhong’er everything he’d learned from Wang Hu.

Song Yiran sighed. “Xiao Zhong’er, I don’t know how to face her anymore…”

“Do you hate her?”

“No… I wouldn’t say hate. She was just trying to consider the bigger picture, and she had made thorough preparations. I’m just…”

“Then do you dislike her?”

“I wouldn’t say that either. I’m just very conflicted. I can’t see her the same way I used to, but I also can’t bring myself to dislike her. My heart just feels… a bit uncomfortable.”

Xiao Zhong’er shook his head. “You humans are so complicated.”

Human emotions were truly complex—systems couldn’t understand them at all.

Song Yiran sighed again. “Sigh… they really are.”

Xiao Zhong’er asked, “So what do you plan to do next? Drift farther and farther away from her, then break completely?”

“It hasn’t reached that point…”

“My heart just doesn’t feel right. Even though she said she’s 100% confident she can protect An’an and Yangyang—but what if? What if something goes wrong?”

Song Yiran sighed once more. “I’d rather she used me as bait. That way, my heart wouldn’t feel this uncomfortable.”

“But who gets used as bait isn’t something she can decide. It was the system behind the scenes that set its sights on An’an and Yangyang.”

“I even asked her: ‘If it were your younger sister being targeted by that system, would you be willing to let your sister be the bait?’”

“You guess how she answered?” Song Yiran didn’t give Xiao Zhong’er a chance to reply and continued on his own. “She was silent for a long time. In the end, she didn’t answer the question at all.”

“See? She herself couldn’t bear to let her own younger sisters be used as bait!”

Xiao Zhong’er blinked when he heard this, and suddenly remembered something…

“Song Yiran, wait a moment. I just remembered something.”

Xiao Zhong’er immediately ran off to check the time when Wang Hu accepted the cub-raising mission. After a round of searching, he finally found it—the time Wang Hu took on the mission was 1,500 years ago.

The average lifespan of interstellar humans is around 400 years. Those who live longer may reach 800, but with the current level of technology, it is absolutely impossible to live past a thousand years.

So Wang Hu’s sisters had most likely already…

No wonder neither he nor Song Yiran had ever seen any trace of Wang Hu’s sisters…

Xiao Zhong’er told Song Yiran what he had found. Song Yiran’s mood suddenly grew heavy.

So that’s how it was…

No wonder, after he asked that question, Sister hadn’t given him any answer…

If it were him, he probably wouldn’t have been able to answer either.

[History Guardian]: Sister, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have asked you that question.

[Madly Flashy, Cool, Overbearing]: You already know?

[History Guardian]: I’m sorry… I didn’t know before… I’m really sorry!

[Madly Flashy, Cool, Overbearing]: Do you want to go see them?

[History Guardian]: Yes.

[Madly Flashy, Cool, Overbearing]: I’m still in the back garden. Just come find me directly.

Song Yiran and Xiao Zhong’er went together to the back garden. Wang Hu was still sitting in the chair drinking tea, but this time her figure looked much lonelier.

“Come with me,” Wang Hu said, setting down her teacup, and led Song Yiran and Xiao Zhong’er deeper into the royal palace.

The deepest part of the palace was her bedchamber. It was very large, with many rooms. Her sisters had once lived there with her.

Now all those rooms were empty. Only she and her System 554 remained in the bedchamber.

After her sisters passed away, she built a memorial hall inside the bedchamber. Their urns were placed there.

Wang Hu brought Song Yiran and Xiao Zhong’er to the entrance of the memorial hall. When the door was pushed open, it wasn’t the solemn silence one might imagine, but a room full of flowers and gemstones.

The decorations inside didn’t resemble a memorial hall at all—it was more like a small garden.

Flowers bloomed everywhere. Vines climbed up the pillars of the hall, and vines and flowers covered the walls as well.

Brilliant gemstones were everywhere, embedded into both pillars and walls.

There were several beautiful stained-glass windows in the hall, the colorful glass pieced together into childlike scenes.

There were fairy-tale mushroom houses, rainbow bridges, and Kallen flowers…

At the very center of the hall stood a large platform, upon which several urns were placed. Vines full of vitality and fresh flowers twined around the urns.

Each urn had a name engraved on it. Song Yiran read them one by one.

Wang Qingsong.
Wang Jingyang.
Wang Yanzhi.
Wang Quanke.
Wang Xingzhou.
Wang Nanxing.

Song Yiran bowed to the urns. Xiao Zhong’er bowed along with him.

Wang Hu didn’t speak. Instead, she reached out a hand and gently rested it on the urns.

Her gaze was filled with tenderness, and her movements were incredibly gentle, as though she were caressing the most precious treasures.

Song Yiran and Xiao Zhong’er didn’t say anything more. They silently watched Wang Hu.

Wang Hu softly touched each urn in turn. Then, with her back to Song Yiran and Xiao Zhong’er, she let out a long sigh.

Her tone carried deep nostalgia. “My sisters… each and every one of them was outstanding. Every single one was my pride.”

She sighed again. “But their lifespans were too short…”

“Some elves say I am the most powerful Elf King Kallen’dir has ever had. I once believed that too… There was no elf in Kallen’dir whose magic surpassed mine.”

“I was proficient in all elven magic. In all of Kallen’dir, there was no magic I didn’t know.”

“But when my sisters began to wither, I couldn’t find a single spell that could extend their lives…”

“I researched many kinds of magic—many strange and peculiar spells, all of which I succeeded in. Yet I could never develop a magic that extended lifespan.”

“Back when I was on Blue Star, many people called me a genius. After I came here, many elves also called me a genius.”

“I once arrogantly believed that I truly was a genius—that there was no problem in this world I couldn’t solve. But later, I realized how foolish I was.”

Her tone carried a hint of self-mockery. “I couldn’t even save myself… Can that really be called a genius?”

“Not only could I not save myself, I also couldn’t make my sisters’ lives last longer!”

She turned and looked straight into Song Yiran’s eyes. “Do you know? I watched them die with my own eyes.”

“I watched them grow from tiny little ones into spirited youths, then from youths into young adults. And finally, I watched as their bodies aged day by day, until they fully entered old age.”

“Their bodies were no longer as strong as before. As time passed, they grew weaker and older, until in the end, they left this world completely.”

Deep sorrow filled Wang Hu’s eyes. Song Yiran felt burned by that sorrow. He didn’t dare meet her gaze and quickly lowered his head.

“Song Yiran, you’re going to die,” Wang Hu suddenly dropped a bombshell.

“Your lifespan is almost gone. If nothing unexpected happens, you won’t live past ten years.”

Song Yiran looked up in shock. Xiao Zhong’er was equally stunned.

“If you continue to stay by your younger brothers’ side, you’ll die very soon,” Wang Hu threw out another bombshell. “Song Yiran, how will you choose?”

Song Yiran was completely shaken. How could this be…? Why would staying with his brothers lead to his death?

Xiao Zhong’er immediately retorted, “What evidence do you have? This is just your guess, isn’t it?”

“I possess the ability of prophecy. My prophecies never go wrong,” Wang Hu said with a hint of amusement. “So, Song Yiran, what will you choose?”

“I… I still want to stay with them. Even if I only have ten years left, I want to stay by their side.”

Song Yiran didn’t know what the future held, but his younger brothers were still too young. At the very least—at least let him accompany them for a little longer.

Wang Hu laughed softly, as if laughing at Song Yiran, and as if laughing at herself. She raised an eyebrow. “Have you thought it through?”

“Yes.” Song Yiran pressed his lips together and nodded.

Wang Hu sighed, then firmly patted Song Yiran on the shoulder. “Since you’ve already made up your mind, then I wish you everything goes smoothly!”

Xiao Zhong’er also patted Song Yiran’s other shoulder. “Don’t worry! I’ll always stay with you!”

Xiao Zhong’er had made up his mind a long, long time ago. No matter what decision Song Yiran made, he would always support him!

Night grew deeper as Song Yiran and Xiao Zhong’er walked back to their rooms together.

“Xiao Zhong’er, thank you for always staying with me!”

“Hehe~ Now you know how good I am~”

Xiao Zhong’er suddenly noticed something: ten billion had appeared in his light-brain account. “Oh my god! Song Yiran! There’s suddenly ten billion in my account!”

Song Yiran explained, “That’s compensation from Sister Wang Hu. Everyone got ten billion. An’an and Yangyang also got an extra thirty billion as mental distress compensation.”

Xiao Zhong’er was ecstatic. “Wow!”

Hehe~ His little treasury has grown again~

Song Yiran also took out his light-brain and sent a message in the family group chat.

[Song Yiran]: The Elf King transferred ten billion to each of our accounts today as compensation! An’an and Yangyang also got an extra thirty billion as mental distress compensation!

[Song Yutu]: Wow, I see it!

[Song Buli]: It’s real!

[Song Xiuhu]: Wow!

[Song Fu]: Hehe~ I’m so rich now!

[Song An and Song Yang]: Us too.

[Song Chiyu]: So happy!

[Song Xianyue]: La la la, we’re all so rich now~

[Song Yuexin]: Hehe~

[Song Yinyun]: Happy!