Pretend to be crazy

The three individuals under Ruan Zhixian’s command were quite different in their mentalities. Only Blaze had a somewhat normal thought process. The other two, however, were prime examples of psychological instability.

Falson, with his Oedipus complex, had an extremely broad definition of “mother.” If he experienced a moment or an action that gave him a sense of motherly love, he would immediately regard that person or thing as his revered mother and would obey them unquestioningly.

Those who were deemed “mothers” by him were in for a tragic fate. On the surface, he played the role of the obedient child—submissive and willing to be used, seemingly easy to manipulate. But once he reevaluated and determined that the person was no longer worthy of being his mother, he would ruthlessly kill them without hesitation.

In contrast, Warren was simpler—he just wanted a partner.

A partner who existed only in his imagination.

Shen Yan tightly embraced him, whispering softly in his ear, overflowing with excitement and emotion: “Honey, I’m so happy to see you alive.”

Warren’s fingertips twitched involuntarily, brushing against warm skin.

“You’re calling me… honey?” His tone was slightly strange.

Shen Yan froze, slowly lifting his head from his neck. His eyes were red, tears welling up, and before long, large droplets fell, landing on Warren’s hand.

They were warm.

Warren was thrown off by the tear, his emotions shifting. He had always thought his lover should be a woman, or someone with female characteristics. Now, this man, holding him and calling him “honey”?

Though he didn’t feel an aversion to it, he could clearly sense the strong emotions of the person before him. He could tell that this man loved him deeply. But he himself had no recollection of this love.

His face openly displayed confusion and distance.

Shen Yan stared at him for a while, then forced a smile, pulling away and creating some space between them.

“It’s nothing. My fault. I came too late.”

He wiped his tears and handed Warren the clothes of one of the researchers. “We can talk about this later. Honey… no, Warren, put these on, and let’s get going.”

Warren took the clothes, hesitated a bit, and began to wear them.

The sedatives and various toxins injected into his body to suppress him meant he would need at least half an hour to return to normal.

A cold light flickered in his eyes. The suppressed rage and desire to destroy slowly began to awaken as his body regained strength.

His mind replayed the life he had led in the research institute—the sharp blades cutting into his flesh, blood flowing through IV tubes, and the researchers whispering, treating his suffering as mere data, a set of numbers and symbols recorded in the system.

In their eyes, he had lost his humanity, reduced to an experiment, nothing more than a tool for the researchers to appease their benefactors.

So, he would kill them all.

Kill everyone.

Suddenly, a soft, warm breath brushed his cheek, and he snapped his head to the side, staring at Shen Yan.

Shen Yan quickly turned his face away, his cheeks flushed. He glanced up at hin for a moment, then lowered his gaze, before slowly pulling it back.

After a few seconds of silence, Shen Yan sighed, his voice tinged with a hint of loneliness: “I know that right now, to you, I’m just a stranger. I’ll try my best to control myself from now on, sorry.”

He then carefully took out a handkerchief and offered it to him.

“Here, wipe your face.”

Warren stared at the pristine white handkerchief for a few seconds before shifting his gaze back to him.

“No need.”

Shen Yan froze.

Warren pulled him back into his embrace, his deep voice rumbling above his head.

“You’re my lover. You have the right to kiss me,” he said with a faint smile. “Or maybe more.”

Shen Yan, overwhelmed by guilt, called him “honey” a couple more times, before coaxing him toward the armory. Warren easily disabled the security system, knocked out the guards, and tore the main door open with ease.

Following his instructions, Shen Yan found a small ignition bomb in the armory.

He tucked the bomb into his pocket and looked at Warren, his eyes filled with love.

Warren, likewise, seemed to adapt well to his newly imagined lover, pulling Shen Yan closer and kissing his forehead.

Shen Yan’s gaze briefly flickered over the destroyed door.

Such destructive power. Even without the bomb, Warren alone could easily sink the ship within hours.

He closed his eyes in peace.

Sorry, big guy.

Actually, I’ll need to wait a while before telling you that you don’t have a lover.