The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]-Chapter 131 - Mysterious bond

Dican stood silently on the edge of a crumbled overpass, his eyes sweeping over the destroyed city below. Buildings that once reached for the skies were now jagged silhouettes, hollow and broken. Smoke curled lazily into the air in some places, and the streets were littered with the bones of what once was—steel, concrete, and the remains of people who had nowhere left to run.

This... this was the signature of a Grayling invasion.

He exhaled slowly, the sigh barely audible over the wind. It was always the same. First came the skyfire—high-powered artillery that targeted communication towers, defense centers, and infrastructure. They always struck the main cities first. Cripple the leadership, sever the people from each other, leave them confused and scared. Then came the slow thinning—one neighborhood at a time, devoured.

He looked up at the moon, the pale light casting a soft glow across the rubble.

Earth had been a rich planet. Far too rich. The Graylings weren’t just here to hunt flesh. That was secondary. Their true feast was beneath the ground—ore veins, heavy metals, rare gems. The planet was practically soaked in the stuff. And the Graylings—those grotesque, rotting beasts—grew stronger with every mineral they consumed. It was like a drug to them, a power source and a hunger they could never satisfy.

Dican’s eyes narrowed.

If it weren’t for his younger brother, the entire planet might already have been consumed.

"The only reason this place still breathes," he muttered to himself, "is because he’s here."

He turned his head slightly, looking back at the human who had been trailing behind him all night. The young man was panting hard now, his breaths shallow and fast. His clothes clung to his body with sweat, and his legs trembled with each step. Dican could hear every stumble, every time the boy caught himself from falling.

Still... he hadn’t complained once.

Now, finally, the boy collapsed to the ground, sitting heavily with a gasp. He wiped at his forehead with a shaking hand and leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

"Break. Let’s take a break..." he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

Dican clicked his tongue but didn’t argue. As much as he wanted to keep going, there was no point dragging along a half-dead human. Not when his destination was still far. He took a seat on a slab of concrete nearby, adjusting the blade on his back, and turned his gaze once more to the exhausted boy.

He looked like a mess. Hair soaked, face smeared with dirt and grime, clothes torn from the terrain. Yet he hadn’t turned back. Not once.

Dican rested an elbow on his knee, propping his chin on his hand.

Ridiculous creature. Dog-like in how he followed. Pitiful in his weakness. But...

He sighed again, quieter this time.

He couldn’t hurt him. As much as the human annoyed him, slowing them down, getting in the way—he couldn’t lay a hand on him.

What would his brother think if he found out?

He did not even know the kid, but he already liked his little brother.

Dican smiled softly. He could remember his face when he first met him at that construction site. He resembled a meek little fawn throwing gazes at Xing.

’Really, mate bond is such a mysterious and powerful thing... even when they didn’t know who each other were they were still attracted to each other.’ He thought shaking his head.

As for him.. he gazed at his own soul stone hanging from his neck. He had never felt his mate’s presence. None of the royal heirs had found their mate yet, well expect his little brother of course.

Even his elder brother was yet to find his mate.

It was unprecedented. No one knew why none of the heirs’ mates have been born yet.

Dican let out a sigh. ’well my mate will come along soon... I’m waiting for the day to meet them.’

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Bian panted hard, his chest heaving with every breath. His feet throbbed with pain, scraped and sore from the uneven terrain. He stared down at them, barely able to keep himself upright, knees wobbling beneath him. His eyes were shaking, unfocused, filled with frustration and exhaustion.

’What the heck is wrong with him...? Why does he keep walking like that?! What is he, a machine?!’

His hands curled into fists, nails digging into his palms. He glared at them instead of the tall Farian walking ahead—because glaring at that guy directly would be asking for trouble. That cold, expressionless man hadn’t once turned around to check on him. Not once. No words of encouragement. No pause, no glance back. Just walking... always walking.

’Screw this... I really hate this guy,’ he thought, teeth clenched.

He hated the silence. He hated being ignored. He hated the way he was made to feel like nothing more than an annoying burden trailing behind. But he couldn’t say anything. Not yet.

He still needed him.

If he wanted to meet the Farian war general, if he wanted to seduce the man and wrap him around his little finger, then he had to bear this. This irritating, cold-hearted escort was just a stepping stone. Once he found Xing Yu, once he got where he needed to go, he’d drop this guy like trash.

Without another word, Bian stumbled toward a relatively flat patch of rubble and dropped down onto it. The jagged pieces of stone dug into his side, but he didn’t care. His entire body ached, and he didn’t have the strength to keep going. His eyes were heavy, lids drooping, breaths slowing.

’Just a short nap... that’s all...’

He shifted a little, curling up slightly, trying to keep warm in the growing night chill. Sleep tugged at him, heavy and relentless. Still, every now and then, he cracked one eye open—just to make sure.

The Farian hadn’t moved.

He was still there. Sitting, motionless, like a statue carved out of shadow.

Bian watched him through half-lidded eyes, unsure if he felt relieved or annoyed.

Then sleep pulled him under. Fitful and shallow, with one hand still clenched tightly in the rubble, and a lingering glare etched deep behind his closed lids.