Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

The mother's figure was getting smaller and smaller, like a candle swaying in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. Caesar panicked, not even thinking, and ran after her.

"Mom! Don't go... Caesar is scared..." He cried, his voice childish and helpless, like an abandoned little animal.

All he got in response was an empty echo, like a huge black hole, swallowing up all his hopes.

Mom didn't look back or even pause.

Caesar felt as if his heart was being tugged at, the pain making it hard for him to breathe. He desperately moved his short legs, trying to grab the edge of his mother's clothes, but every time, he only grabbed at nothing.

The short distance seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and it was impossible to cross it.

He stumbled as he ran, his small body nearly falling several times. His knees were bruised and burning with pain, but he didn't care. His mind and eyes were filled with the figure that was getting farther and farther away.

He could endure pain and face danger, but he couldn't bear his mother leaving him. That was more terrifying than facing those ferocious beasts on the training ground, and more heartbreaking than the excruciating pain he felt during his first transformation.

"Woo...Mom..."

Finally, Caesar couldn't run anymore and sat down on the ground, bursting into tears. Tears fell like beads that had broken off the string, hitting the ground in large drops, leaving a dark stain that looked like his broken heart.

He hugged his knees and buried his head in his arms, his small body curled up into a ball, like a little animal abandoned by the whole world, lonely and helpless.

The sobbing became quieter and more desperate, like the last wail of a small animal whose throat was strangled.

Time seemed to be stretched by an invisible hand.

Every second feels like a century, and every second is a cruel mockery of hope.

Just when Caesar was about to despair, he suddenly stopped crying. His small body trembled slightly, like a frozen bird trying to stretch its wings.

He slowly raised his head, and the mist in his amber eyes gradually dissipated, like the sky gradually clearing up after a rainstorm.

"Mom won't come back..." He muttered to himself, his voice still hoarse from crying, but with an unquestionable determination, just like the man in the distance.

Caesar clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh. His small body was tense, like a bow ready to be released, or a young leopard about to pounce on its prey.

"I will become stronger."

He sniffed, his voice muffled.

"Become... as strong as Daddy."

"Then... go find Mom."

"No matter where Mom is...I can find her."

The tender child's voice echoed in the empty world, carrying an unquestionable determination. It was as if he was swearing an oath to someone, or as if he was making a promise to himself.

The illusion shattered, the light faded like the tide, and Caesar's figure reappeared in front of Rosie.

He blinked his large amber eyes, still a little dazed. Rosie's heart, at that moment, clenched tightly. She didn't even dare to look at her son's expression, afraid to see the fear in his eyes, afraid to see the tears on his face.

But she was wrong.

There was no fear or tears on Caesar's little face, only a calmness beyond his years. It was as if he had returned to a warm home after a long journey.

Luo Xi felt something, gently yet firmly, hitting her heart. Bitterness, pride, heartache... all these emotions intertwined together, almost making her breathless.

"An extraordinary child." The wise man bent down, gently stroking Caesar's head with his weathered hand. His voice was hoarse but full of praise. "With a fighting talent and such a character, he will become a great man one day, as great as his father."

Upon hearing this, Caesar's originally calm face instantly blossomed with pride, his mouth curled up into a smug smile, his expression exactly like Kyle's.

"I told you I could do it!" the little guy said proudly, his little tail almost reaching the sky.

Rosie couldn't bear it any longer, so she squatted down and opened her arms. Before she could say anything, Caesar rushed into her arms like a little cannonball and hugged her neck tightly.

"mom!"

The small body is warm and firm, with a faint scent of milk.

At that moment, Rosie's heart seemed to be filled with something gentle. She hugged her son tightly, wishing she could rub him into her body and never separate him again.

She suddenly realized that her child was growing at an astonishing rate, faster and braver than she had imagined. He was no longer the little baby who would only hide in her arms and act like a spoiled child. He had grown into a little man, a little man who could protect his mother.

"What did you see?" Rosie asked softly, her fingers gently combing her son's soft black hair. She knew that Caesar must have been through something, but she didn't want to force him.

Caesar's small body stiffened slightly, and something flashed quickly in his big amber eyes, so fast that Rosie almost thought she was seeing things.

"Nothing, Mom."

These four light words were like a small thorn, piercing Rosie's heart and causing her pain.

Of course she knew her son didn't want her to worry. This little guy had been awkward since he was little, clearly caring terribly in his heart, but never saying it.

Rosie didn't ask any more questions, but just hugged her son tighter.

Kyle walked over, put his big hand on Caesar's shoulder and patted him gently.

Rosie knew this was Kyle's way of expressing approval. This man was always so sullen, holding everything to himself. But it was thanks to this that he was able to keep Caesar, the little devil, in check.

Caesar looked up and met Kyle's gaze.

The father and son, one is aloof and the other a little arrogant, they look very similar.

Luo Xi looked at them, feeling proud, worried, and a little bit... complicated.

The child will grow up eventually, and it is impossible for him to stay with her forever...

Next up is Kyle.

He walked towards the stone gate with an expressionless face and raised his hand to cover the coldness.

There was a flash of light.

Luo Xi's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she couldn't help but start to think about it.

Kyle...what is he afraid of?

He has always been invincible, and it seems that nothing can stop him...

Wait, invincible? A thought suddenly flashed through Luo Xi's mind. Is that guy afraid of losing?

Oh, that's not right. A dignified Marshal shouldn't be afraid of winning or losing a minor fight, right? That would be so embarrassing!

The more Rosie thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed, so she simply gave up. Regardless, whatever Kyle was afraid of, it was definitely different from what she imagined.

She looked at the usually cold man, his brows furrowed, the corners of his mouth tightened, and his fingers... were actually trembling slightly!

Rosie was stunned.

She suddenly felt as if she had never really known Kyle.

He is so powerful, so powerful that everyone thinks he can do anything, so powerful that Rosie sometimes forgets that he is also a human being, a person with flesh and blood and emotions.

But is he... really omnipotent?

Would a deified hero really not be afraid?

The light faded and Kyle opened his eyes.

Those amber eyes, which were usually cold, were now like the lake water after the ice and snow melted, rippling with a softness that Rosie had never seen before.

"What did you see?" Rosie's voice trembled unconsciously, like a candle swaying in the wind.

Kyle stared at her intently, complex emotions surging in his eyes, as if he wanted to suck her into the amber vortex.

"Lose you."

He spoke in a low voice with a barely perceptible hoarseness.

Luo Xi just felt a buzzing sound in her mind and then everything went blank.

Lose...her?

It wasn't a battle on the battlefield, nor a starship crash, nor some earth-shattering disaster, it was just... losing her?

Rosie was a bit confused. She looked up, blankly staring at Kyle. The usual coldness and distance in those amber eyes had vanished, leaving only... vulnerability?

No, it's impossible. Luo Xi shook her head violently, she must have seen it wrong.

Kyle, this man as strong as steel, this man who defended the Federation and was hailed as the God of War, how could he possibly be vulnerable? It was unscientific!

She thought of many possibilities: battlefields, corpses, and even the destruction of the Federation.

But she had never expected that Kyle's fear would be so... simple?

"Idiot, I'm here perfectly fine, not going anywhere." Rosie responded almost reflexively.

After she said it, she belatedly tasted a bit of anger, a bit of laughter, and a bit of... heartache that she hadn't even noticed.

I clearly wanted to put on a stern face and give him a lecture, but when the words came to my lips, I just couldn't muster up the strength. They came out soft, as if they were coated with honey.

Luo Xi was a little annoyed. She felt that she had been becoming more and more strange recently. She was easily soft-hearted and her principles were almost worn away by these people.

But looking at Kyle's tense and handsome face, she couldn't help but want to laugh. This guy, usually cold and distant, didn't expect him to be so... anxious and worried?

Luo Xi felt a sore and soft feeling in her heart, as if she had been gently scratched by a cat's claws, it was itchy...

Kyle's fingers suddenly clasped hers tightly, almost painfully. Rosie could even feel his knuckles turning slightly white.

But she did not struggle or cry out in pain.

This pain, inexplicably... brought her peace of mind. It was like a boat that had been drifting for a long time and finally found a harbor to dock.

At least, she could truly feel that Kyle cared about her. It wasn't the kind of hypocritical perfunctory attitude, nor the kind of condescending charity, but... the kind of care that put her at the top of his heart.

Caesar, who was standing by, felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere between his parents.

He looked at his father, then at his mother, his little head in a mess.

What's going on? Dad seems really angry, but Mom seems... really happy.

Caesar couldn't understand.

Adults are so complicated!

He covered his face shyly, but couldn't help peeking through his fingers...