Julian’s mind was still swimming in the aftermath of the brutal history he had just seen. Blood. Screams. Rolling heads. Sisters crying as they watched their brothers killed by their mothers.
He stopped thinking at this point, trying to process what he had just thought.
He opened his eyes; closing them for so long in the act of staring at his food was way, well...,too long. He was sure they would be suspecting sothing.
But as his question echoed again in his head—how the hell do they reproduce?
Rehul grinned at him; she was just gulping a glass of wine two seconds ago.
The soldiers faced each other, talking, laughing, and rrying. They didn’t act like they gave a fuck about their friends that had been murdered in the battle.
They were seemingly unperturbed, unbothered, just keen on having a good ti.
Julian decided to look behind him; tall, brawny-looking guards stood by the door. They weren’t even looking at him. Well, they might have been, but then it wasn’t right into his face. They were just looking straight forward, intent on nothing in particular.
Julian shrugged, it didn’t even look like he moved his shoulders. They were doing alright, he decided.
He decided to close his eyes again and find out how they reproduced.
To be honest, he almost didn’t want to know. It seed daunting to think about it, talk less of actually seeing it.
He hoped it wasn’t sothing too dark. He was brave alright, but to a certain extent.
He closed his eyes, and so he saw...
...a wide, frozen chamber. It was buried deep beneath the surface, lit by ghostly blue flas flickering along the walls. In the center stood a crystal cylinder, and within it—rows and rows of floating vials. Each one contained a glowing, golden liquid.
Not just any liquid.
Sperm.
His eyes widened.
A group of won stood around the vault. They were dressed in white fur cloaks, faces masked in ice-like silver. Their leader stepped forward, an old woman with white braids that touched the floor. Her voice, though never truly heard, echoed through Julian’s mind:
"They were monsters... but their blood had strength. We could not waste it. So we kept it."
"Their race bears strong and able beings. And so, we took out their sen and used a special secret thod to protect it."
Another woman ca forward, younger—barely older than Rehul. She lay down on an altar of ice. Two others helped her open her legs while the elder walked to the cylinder. She selected one vial and inserted it into a narrow glass syringe shaped like a shard of ice.
Julian grimaced, both fascinated and disturbed.
’They call it the Rite of the Frozen Seed,’ Xea’s voice echoed faintly in his mind. ’It’s a ritual, not pleasure. It’s more like a sacrifice.’
The younger girl barely flinched as the syringe disappeared between her thighs. The room chanted sothing low and dark, and the blue flas flared. Her face remained blank. No moan. No reaction.
It was sterile. chanical. Cold.
One squeezing was enough to be seen as an act with emotion more than this. Even coughing did it.
’Only selected won are allowed to bear children,’ Xea continued. ’And every child born is female, through genetic manipulation. If a male ever forms... they kill it at birth.’
Julian was surprised. This was a whole lot of information, and he couldn’t see this, he only heard it from Xea.
He then realized he almost forgot what Xea had earlier told him.
Xea had told him that in the History Vision skill, he was still at level one and that he would be able to learn the history of a place or a thing deeply. That was why Xea explained to him right now.
Julian nodded.
Alright...!
Damn...!
He had learnt a lot.
The scene faded.
He opened his eyes.
Everyone was still eating, none the wiser. Rehul was licking sauce off her fingers like a child, grinning at a joke soone cracked. But Julian couldn’t laugh.
He had just witnessed the legacy of extinction and survival. A culture shaped by hate, pain, and icy control.
And for the first ti (the only ti for now, actually), he feared this planet.
Forget the sexy descriptions the soldiers had told him—there was more to it. It was rely a trap!
A trap to death!
And to think, he had harboured the thought of wanting to go there.
But then, it kept tugging at him. He had to go there. He had to go see with his own eyes how they were.
He wanted to see, face to face, the race who were sexy but sexless. Sexless not in the real aning, but sex-less. aning they didn’t have sex, weren’t having sex at the mont, and would never have sex.
’Sheesh’
Crazy galaxy he was in. When Hurijaa had told him it would be brutal, he never expected it to be on this scale. He never expected it to be this damn brutal.
Landing in the middle of a war, fighting in it unprepared, turning a god, and now, hearing the fuck this ice planet shit was.
All in a fuckin’ day.
Well, what a day it had been.
He would still collect chips at midnight too.
Being the Galactic Knight wasn’t easy. One didn’t have to be brave and on god level before one beca it.
No!
Instead, one had to be naive, inexperienced, and craving for revenge. That was the only way to bear this mantle.
That..., that was the only way.
He ate and ate, and soon he was full. Well, they all were.
Later on, he got to know the nas of the soldiers.
One was Matt—the talkative one with the smart mouth and too much wine in his system. The other two? Zakk and Rayn. Zakk was the one who always laughed too loud, like he had a broken speaker for a throat. Rayn barely talked, but when he did, it hit. Him not talking much didn’t an he didn’t joke—he joked quite a lot but not so much as the others. He had a calm, smooth voice, like he was narrating a horror story in slow motion.
Weird trio, but they were alright.
He thought about the ice planet for the last ti today before he took it out of his mind completely.
There was one thing that was certain though: they would never need n again. It was certain, pretty much clear.
They would never ever need n again.
But for so reason, Julian knew they would need him.
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