The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]-Chapter 162 - Drop off

Nansich sat back in the plush seat, still marveling at how soft and smooth it felt. The moment the craft lifted off the ground, a low hum vibrated through the floor, followed by a sudden surge of power as the cruiser launched upward into the sky.

He gasped.

The world outside blurred into streaks of motion. Buildings, clouds, even the sun—all of it seemed to vanish into a silvery wash. He couldn’t make out anything beyond the clear cockpit dome except flashes of color and shape that passed too quickly for his eyes to track. It didn’t feel like flying—it felt like teleporting at insane speed.

"W-woah..." he breathed, pressing his hand to the glass. "This is insane..."

He grinned like a kid, eyes wide, as he tried to catch sight of something familiar, anything he could recognize from above. But there was no chance. The craft moved so fast that even blinking made him miss entire landscapes. His heart pounded in his chest—not from fear, but from the sheer thrill of it.

Meanwhile, Dican wasn’t looking out the window.

He sat in silence, hands gliding over the smooth surface of the control panel, guiding the ship effortlessly. But his mind was elsewhere.

Bian.

The image of his mate flashed in his mind—the warm eyes, the nervous little smile, the soft voice asking not to be seen by anyone. Bian had made it clear: he didn’t want to be found in front of others. And now Dican was bringing someone right to him.

His jaw tightened slightly.

And even if they did reach him now... what then?

This cruiser only carried two. It wasn’t designed for group travel. He couldn’t keep both Nansich and Bian onboard. That was simply out of the question.

He cast a sidelong glance at the human beside him.

Nansich was still glued to the window, nose practically touching the glass, whispering something about "light tunnels" and "warp jets" to himself.

Dican frowned, silently debating.

’He said he wanted to get back to his grandpa’s orchard... I can just drop him off on the way,’ he thought. ’It’ll be fast. He’ll be safe. And then I can get to Bian without an issue.’

That made sense. A clean solution.

Satisfied with the plan, he gave a slight nod to himself, then called out, "Hey. Where do you want me to drop you?"

"Huh?" Nansich blinked and looked over, caught off guard. "Oh! Uh... my place is called Fairy Orchard. You can probably find it if you search it in GPS."

Dican exhaled through his nose, mildly irritated. "I don’t have a GPS."

Nansich’s eyebrows shot up. "What? Your alien flying cruiser doesn’t have GPS? What kind of tech is this?" He shook his head with a soft scoff. "Tsk."

Dican shot him a look but didn’t argue. "I have a locator," he said instead, voice clipped. "Just give me an approximate landmark close to it."

Nansich rubbed his chin, thinking. "Hmm... oh, okay—try searching for Hope High School. It’s like five minutes from my place. You can’t miss it."

Dican’s fingers froze above the console for a heartbeat.

Hope High School.

His breath caught.

That was the same name etched into the building where his escape pod had crashed... The same place where he’d first seen the human boy hiding in the ruins. Where Bian had saved him from the rubble.

He stared ahead for a second, caught in the past, lips curving into a subtle, rare smile.

The coincidence—or maybe it was fate—was almost too perfect.

"My house is quite close," Nansich said, his voice carrying a hint of excitement again. He leaned forward, squinting at the blur outside. "If you can slow down a bit when you get close, I can guide you to my place."

Dican gave a short nod and adjusted the speed slightly, just enough to give the human a better view without losing time. He input the landmark Nansich had given, and in seconds, the ship responded—jetting forward with incredible force.

The cruiser soared, lightning-fast, over the countryside, barely making a sound as it pierced through the air. Dican watched the screen, the digital map updating rapidly as they neared the city perimeter. It took only minutes.

Then it came into view.

Hope High School.

Or... what was left of it.

Nansich’s eyes went wide in disbelief. "What the fuck happened here..."

The school grounds—once familiar, full of noise, people, and life—had been reduced to blackened rubble. The entire main building was flattened, and a massive crater sat right where the front hall used to be. Smoke no longer rose, but the charred remains told the story clearly. Something catastrophic had struck it down.

"Gods... it looks like a meteor hit it dead on..."

He let out a low, disbelieving laugh. "You know... whenever we had exams, I used to joke that I hoped the school would just collapse so we wouldn’t have to go through them. But not like this..." His voice trailed into silence.

Nansich turned his head. "The orchard’s just past that block. There’s a dirt road through the fence." He pointed toward the thick cluster of green trees standing resiliently near the destruction. "You can land on the main road. I’ll walk back through the grove."

Dican silently followed the direction. The craft hovered smoothly above the treetops, then descended gently. The engines shifted to a quieter hum as it eased down onto the roadside, not even stirring the leaves nearby. The moment it touched the ground, the door opened with a soft hiss.

Nansich turned toward Dican, hesitating for a second. "Hey," he said with a faint smile. "Do you... want to come in for a drink? My grandpa makes the best pear wine in the whole region. I can give you some—kind of like a thank-you."

Dican shook his head slowly, his expression unreadable. "I’m in a hurry. Just go. I’ll watch from here."

Their eyes met—just briefly. Nansich’s smile faded slightly, replaced by something quieter. "It was nice meeting you," he whispered.

Then he climbed out, the door closing behind him with a final hiss. His figure was quickly swallowed by the dense forest of trees as he made his way home alone.

Dican remained still in the pilot seat, watching the spot the human had disappeared into.

His fingers twitched slightly, resting over his chest, right where the small stone pendant lay under his tunic. Something stirred in him—a dull ache, almost like disappointment. He didn’t understand why it hurt... watching the boy walk away.

He slowly pulled the pendant out from beneath his clothes.

The once-softly glowing stone had turned completely transparent. No pulse of light. No warmth.

A small smile curved his lips.

"Bian..." he murmured. "You must’ve been injured when you rescued me back in that school. That’s why... that’s when the stone first lit up. No wonder I felt it then..."

He clutched the stone gently, as if holding something fragile.

"Nothing else mattered," he said aloud, softly.

His eyes lingered on the grove, on the direction where the human boy had vanished. A flicker of something passed through him—quiet and unspoken.

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"...Nothing," he repeated, and turned back to the controls.

The cruiser rose again with a gentle whir, and shot off toward the horizon.