IBO -Chapter 138 Getting Ready to Go Home!

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Song Yutu gritted his teeth, glaring at the kids enthusiastically picking out toys. Damn it! He wanted the same treatment too!

Though he had long outgrown the age to play with toys, he just wanted them!

What he wanted wasn’t the toys themselves—it was to have the same treatment as the little ones.

Song Yutu clenched his teeth hard. In the end, he decided to throw caution to the wind. If needed, he’d even sacrifice his dignity!

He approached Song Yiran with a face full of grievance, then crouched down pitifully.

He blinked his big eyes and looked at Song Yiran with a pitiful expression, then squeaked out a high-pitched voice: “Big brother~ Why are you buying them toys but not for Tutu? Don’t you like Tutu, big brother~?”

The sound coming out of his own mouth gave him goosebumps, but he forced himself to continue acting spoiled: “Big brother~ Tutu wants toys too~ Can you buy some for Tutu~?”

Song Yiran was caught off guard by this tactic and quickly explained: “Big brother doesn’t dislike you. Sorry, I just thought you weren’t interested in these toys, so I didn’t include you.”

He then called Xiao Zhong’er over to pick toys together: “Come on, everyone pick together!”

Song Yutu got what he wanted and felt extremely pleased with himself. He raised an eyebrow proudly, then cast a disdainful glance at the kids, as if saying with his eyes: See? Big brother doesn’t favor you more!

Song Xianyue noticed Song Yutu’s expression and exclaimed: “Tutu brother! Why are your eyes twitching? Your eyebrows are twitching too!”

Song Yiran immediately asked with concern: “Tutu, are your eyes uncomfortable? Are they cramping?”

Song Yutu, wanting to show off but now being questioned about his eyes, could only grit his teeth internally and admit: “…Yes, my eyes twitched just now.”

Next came the toy selection. At first, each child picked different types of toys, but kids love to follow trends—seeing what others had, they wanted the same. So eventually, they all ended up choosing the same types of toys.

The children picked many interesting toys: plush dolls, small spaceship models, remote-controlled spaceships, exquisite dolls with changeable outfits, doll clothes, luxurious dollhouses, smart companion robots shaped like little flower spirits, deluxe craft kits, and more.

Song Yutu wasn’t interested in these toys personally, but adhering to the idea of “they are all big brother’s younger brothers; if they have it, I must have it too!” he picked the same types exactly as the others.

Though he might not play with them—most would probably just be stored in the light-brain—he had to have them because the little ones had them!

Xiao Zhong’er was fascinated by the plush dolls, picking a pile of ones that looked especially soft.

“Hehe~ I’m going to pile these dolls on my bed!” he gleefully imagined waking up every morning surrounded by the plushies.

Song Yiran bought all the selected items and also purchased two extra identical sets to leave for the two unhatched eggs.

Soon, the delivery arrived: a giant flower bud appeared above them, slowly descending and landing steadily in the open space in front of them. The petals gradually unfolded, revealing the toys the children had chosen.

Once delivered, the flower slowly dissipated into the air, leaving behind a pile of packaged toys.

Song Yiran couldn’t help but marvel: “Karendir’s delivery method is really amazing!”

The children rushed over excitedly to the toy pile, digging out the toys they had picked.

Xiao Zhong’er’s hands were lightning-fast, accurately picking his chosen toys, then grabbing his share in one go.

He tore off all the plush toy packaging and happily buried his head in the pile.

“Hehe! Such soft dolls~ They feel amazing!” Xiao Zhong’er exclaimed.

Other children joined in. They split into several small groups and played with different toys.

Song Buli, Song Fu, and Song Xianyue played house with the plush dolls.

Song Xiuhu and Song Yuexin played with small dolls, dressing them in cute outfits.

Song Chiyu took out the craft kit, making pretty doll clothes.

Song Yinyun was also doing crafts, arranging furniture for the dollhouse and attempting to make tiny chairs out of little wooden sticks.

Song An and Song Yang were fascinated by the remote-controlled spaceships and agreed to take turns playing.

Song Xianyue eagerly chatted with the flower-spirit-shaped smart companion robot.

Song Yutu stood aside after putting away his toys, watching the children play.

Song Yiran felt gratified seeing this warm scene: he lived for moments like this! He sincerely hoped Xiao Zhong’er and the other younger brothers could always be this happy.

He couldn’t resist taking a photo of the scene, saving it to his private album.

Then he searched StarNet for flying competition information. In the interstellar era, flying competitions had become very common.

In this era, not only winged species could fly; any species with a flying device could soar in the sky.

Many planets had local flying vehicles. Interstellar flying vehicles were a bit like Earth’s electric cars—somewhat expensive, but not enough to empty your wallet.

Still, most planets primarily used starships and starliners, similar to Earth’s small cars and buses.

Most planets didn’t allow free flying in the air—it could interfere with starships and starliners, causing traffic problems.

These planets often had specialized flight training centers where those interested could practice flying.

Many planets also held flying competitions, including the Interstellar Empire.

Song Yiran found that there were many flight training centers near the nursery, and one had a good reputation, with many visitors praising the experience.

He was relieved—he had worried that without a nearby flight training center, Song Yang would have to travel far.

He even considered building one himself if none existed nearby.

Suddenly, he felt someone tugging at his pants. Looking down, it was Song Buli.

“Big brother, when are we going back?”

Song Yiran crouched to meet him and smiled: “Hmm? Little one, do you miss home?”

“Um… It’s really fun here, lots of food, lots to do, but I still miss home a little…”

Song Buli lowered his head, playing with the grass. He missed home…

Song Fu came over: “I miss home a bit too…”

“Me too…” Song Chiyu gracefully put down what he was holding and ran over.

Song Yinyun joined in, a hint of nostalgia in his tone: “I miss the yard at home, and the trees there.”

The remaining children also gathered, expressing how much they missed home.

Song Yutu and Xiao Zhong’er joined them. Xiao Zhong’er also felt homesick: “I miss my soft bed, and my cozy room.”

Song Yutu nodded: “I miss home a little too.”

Song Yiran smiled gently: “I see. Then let’s go home today, shall we?”

The children all raised their paws in cheer: “Yay!”

Song Yiran immediately bought tickets on StarNet for the next starship returning to the Interstellar Empire’s C-Star. This time, he booked the entire ship. The starship would depart at noon and arrive at the C-Star space transfer station by evening.

The children were energetically packing their belongings. This time, they had so many things—pretty little clothes, fun toys, and even prizes that their older brother had exchanged for with his points!

They all took out everything and piled it together, then carefully counted again and again, afraid they might miss anything.

After repeatedly counting several times and confirming nothing was missing, they were satisfied and stored all their things in the light-brain.

Song Yiran ordered takeout, a large heap of dishes, so they could eat on the way back.

After a long while, all the items to bring were packed, and the takeout Song Yiran had ordered arrived.

The children had also finished packing. Song Yutu and Xiao Zhong’er were ready as well.

Song Yiran put the takeout into the insulated lunchboxes he had brought earlier, then checked the time—it was almost noon.

Song Yutu released the starship from the light-brain and, taking everyone along, headed toward the space transit hub of Karundiel.

During this time, Song Yiran sent Wang Hu a message.

[History Guardian]: Sister, we’re already on our way back.

[Crazy Cool Bossy]: Bon voyage.

Wang Hu was sitting in the ancestral hall, drinking tea. In front of her was a set of table and chairs, and an extra cup of tea had been poured, seemingly waiting for a certain someone.

The door of the hall suddenly opened. Wang Hu put down her cup: “You’re here, Jingtian.”

Jingtian was the nickname she had given her system 554.

Jingtian flew onto Wang Hu’s shoulder: “Hehe~ I knew you’d be here! Your little brother Song Yiran is about to go back—are you just letting him leave like this?”

“I remember your previous prediction said that if he stayed with his brother, he wouldn’t live past ten years. I thought you would keep him here.”

Wang Hu sipped her tea: “It’s his choice. Everyone has their own path. I respect his decision.”

Jingtian tilted his head: “Wang Hu, is his ending really like that?”

“…It’s hard to say. The prophecy told me he will be hanging by a thread.”

“That sounds so tragic…”

“But he still has a chance.” Wang Hu’s eyes darkened slightly, and her index finger lightly tapped the handle of her cup. “Let’s wait and see. Let’s see how far he can go in the end.”

Jingtian smiled: “You sound like a villain right now!”

Wang Hu reached out with her other hand and gently patted Jingtian’s head: “Jingtian, thank you for always being by my side.”

Jingtian affectionately rubbed his head against Wang Hu’s neck, then transformed beside her into his human form—a spirited young man. His hair was black, slightly longer than a crew cut, standing 1.9 meters tall, with a strong, muscular build.

He picked up the other cup of tea from the table, clinked it with Wang Hu’s cup, and drank it all in one go.

After finishing the tea, Jingtian said with a cheerful smile: “Hey~ you’ve also been by my side! Who says we’re not good sisters~ We’re family!”

Wang Hu lowered her eyelids to hide the expression in her eyes and let out a soft laugh.

Yes, family.

She could no longer return to Blue Star.

The God of History had sent her a mission—a mission that even Jingtian didn’t know about.

The God of History wanted her to stay in Karundiel forever, to rule over Karundiel eternally.

The God of History gave her endless life, commanding her to remain on the throne of Karundiel, forever.

Her future was bound to Karundiel; she could no longer return to Blue Star.

The God of History gave her an unrefusable reason—to protect her mother, Wang Aotian’s health.

Wang Aotian had terminal liver cancer.

The God of History promised that if she accepted the mission, her mother Wang Aotian would receive a body that would remain healthy forever—any illness would heal instantly.

The God of History also promised that people’s perceptions would be altered; no one would question Wang Aotian’s body, and it would be regarded as a medical miracle. Wang Aotian would spend her remaining years peacefully.

In the end, Wang Hu accepted the mission, voluntarily giving up the chance to return to Blue Star.

Now, she could no longer see her mother Wang Aotian, nor return to her familiar homeland.

Here, the only family left beside her were Jingtian and her younger sisters. Her sisters had passed away centuries ago; now, the only family left beside her was Jingtian.

Jingtian was not just a partner—he was family.

He had accompanied her through every step in Karundiel, from obscurity to the throne, always supporting her.

At least, Jingtian remained as family by her side.

At least, her mother Wang Aotian would no longer suffer from any disease and could live out her days in peace.