Chapter 8: The interstellar immortal mythical race—Crown Clan

Chapter 8 The Immortal Mythical Race of the Stars—The Crown Clan

The enraged beast sensed danger and instinctively twisted its massive body, attempting to flee.

Compared to the hierarchical beast armies, this creature, lacking even psychic energy, was pathetically weak.

But it was too late.

The dark halo above Amos’s head seemed to herald the end.

He swung his sword toward the sky.

Amos’s crushing psychic force instantly devoured these beings—as insects to him.

The small starship piloted by the man exploded violently, disintegrating into dust that rained from the sky. The colossal beast froze midair before being slowly cleaved apart, its flesh and bones crashing down in a bloody rain of flesh and bone.

Amos held the trembling cub, its golden halo flickering faintly, close to his chest. His expression remained cold, almost indifferent, as he casually held the psychic sword with its tip pointed downward, walking forward casually.

The black crown above his head emitted a sinister glow. Upon closer inspection, it appeared fragmented, crumbling at the edges like shifting sand—eerie and unsettling, like scattered stars in the galaxy.

The oppressive roar of the beast was formidable, yet it paled in comparison to the deafening silence that now enveloped the scene.

For a moment, the only sound that seemed to exist was the soft fluttering of the cub’s wings as it nestled anxiously against him, calming itself with shaky wingbeats.

“No, no no no—”

The deputy leader scrambled back in terror.

They had been tempted by Amos’s obvious wealth, thinking he was just some high-ranking officer from an alliance or empire. Even if they provoked him, they believed they could escape quickly—after all, what could one guy do against a bunch of outlaws?

Such ambushes and thefts had worked many times before. They were once starpirates, forced to switch gears after several empires and alliances united to eradicate them. Now, they operated as mercenaries and beast-hunting squads on the fringes of the drifting planets.

They had refrained from violence for a long time—until Amos’s flashy spending was too hard to resist.

But their tactics were futile against one type of foe.

The immortal mythical races of the cosmos—beings like the Crown Clan.

“No, I didn’t mean—”

He scrambled back in terror.

But Amos had wasted enough time here.

With a slight tilt of his wrist, the dark blade aligned with them. A lazy swing, just like earlier.

The immobilized men dropped dead on the spot.

Death came too swiftly. Their bodies hadn’t even registered the blow, staring blankly as their forms shattered, blood pouring out. No struggle could save them—only a dull thud as they collapsed lifelessly.

Amos turned away, cradling the cub. The debris from the exploding starship and the beast’s raining remains fell harmlessly in another area. He flicked the blood off his psychic sword with indifference, the crown above his head flaring briefly—as if sated by the slaughter.

The psychic blade in his hand gradually dissipated, and the crown above him faded as well, vanishing like embers after a dying flame.

Only the devastation left in his wake bore witness to what had just transpired.

The shopkeeper, who had been about to question whether Amos was crazy, gulped and eyed Amos warily.

The Crown Clan—

It was actually the Crown Clan!

That fierce, cruel, mad-dog race—that mythical clan with few known weaknesses in the past, which had simply withered away over time until dying out completely.

Had *he* lost his mind??!!

The shopkeeper was questioning his entire existence.

He’d hoped that if this guy had connections, maybe they could sort out the mess here.

But you didn’t say you were this big-time?!

The hell are you??

Aren’t the Crown Clan like, literally the royal family of Saint Cas?

“Meow?”

Everything went quiet outside.

Xiao Chuzao, smushed against Amos’s chest, let out a soft baby voice.

Daddy?

“What’s wrong? Can’t breathe?”

Amos lowered his head, pulling open his coat to look at the little cub nestled in his arms. The cub’s shimmering aura hadn’t faded yet, glowing against his chest, twinkling like stars.

The white, fluffy ball still clutched a bright red fruit in its tiny paws.

Then Xiao Chuzao heard Amos ask, “Scared?”

Not a trace of irritation in his tone.

The little cub, curled in Amos’s arms, stared up at his face—starstruck and docile, as if hearing a question he’d never encountered before.

Just moments ago, he’d been all teeth and claws—now he was frozen stiff?

Then Amos watched as the cub’s liquid amber eyes shimmered slightly.

In a tiny voice: “Meow.”

When Zao Zao calls you daddy, you actually responded?

Well, duh?

Amos raised an eyebrow, tweaking the little one’s tail.

The cub squirmed, trying to wriggle free.

Still holding onto the bright red fruit, the white fluffball twitched his ears—soft and tiny.

The coast being clear, Amos loosened his grip.

Watching the little guy peek his head out from his clothes and look around.

Amos kept blocking the little one's view behind him.

Most of the refugees around them were petrified, some scrambling away in panic, others rooted to the spot.

Xiao Chuzao met those frightened, ashen-gray eyes again.

She looked sallow and emaciated, wrapped in such heavy despair that it drew Xiao Chuzao’s gaze repeatedly—he was highly sensitive to such emotions.

Amos wasn't planning to stick around, but the little guy pawed at his clothes.

Amos glanced down, puzzled.

The cub lifted the red fruit.

"Meow~"

Can Zaozao share this with someone?

This was given to Zaozao by Daddy, so Zaozao should ask first.

"It's yours now—you decide what to do with it," Amos thought for a moment. "Just make sure you save enough for yourself, but if it's just this one, it's fine."

A teenage girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen, sat stunned nearby, her legs too weak to move, not following the other refugees.

She hadn’t always been a refugee—she was abandoned along the way, stranded here with nothing.

She couldn’t do anything right, so useless she’d probably die here soon.

In this cutthroat world.

Tears pooled in her wide eyes as she thought this.

But soon, she froze.

Because out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a small snow-white bundle stumbling her way.

Startled, she instinctively tried to dodge, but the little one was too fast—in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of her. After checking that no one was around, he slowly pushed the bright red fruit she'd been staring at longingly toward her.

His round little head tilted as he looked at her, his tiny golden crown—the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. He piped up in a baby voice, "Meow~"

Zaozao's tummy's full. You can have this.

Sweet Zaozao couldn't stand seeing her like this.

Even though he was alone, trying so hard to be tough and unyielding, he wasn't the type of cub to provoke others. He was soft-hearted, longing for friends and family. He could feel sadness and heartache, but he also worked hard to live well on his own.

And when faced with the people he met or the withered plants around him, he'd carefully carry water in leaves from far away to nurture them. Wherever Xiao Chuzao was, life seemed to bloom around him.

Stunned, she clutched the fruit and looked up.

Xiao Chuzao had already flown back toward his guardian, leaving just a fuzzy little silhouette behind.

Suddenly, she sank her teeth into the fruit and stood up abruptly. "Shenghua! My name is Shenghua!"

The little cub only let out a soft "Meow" before being caught by Amos, and neither of them looked back.

Before long, Amos carried the cub back to their ship.

The space beasts along the route had already been cleared by Amos.

The starship returned to its course and began speeding forward, estimated to arrive at the Saint Cas Empire's imperial capital in a few days.

The little cub was clearly not tired at the moment. Perched over the back of a chair with his tiny halo, he curiously looked around with his big eyes.

Amos was pulling out fruits one by one, with the destroyed medical pod behind him.

The screen of the medical pod was still persistently trying to call for help and report abuse, offering legal assistance for the mistreated cub.

Xiao Chuzao's little tail wagged back and forth.

"Meow!"

Daddy!

"..."

"Meow!"

Daddy!

"Hmm?"

"Meow—"

Daddy—

"What's the matter?"

Amos was setting up the cub's food for the next few days while the little one was restless, calling out every now and then.

He finally looked up at the little one.

Those honey-sweet sparkling eyes, soft fur, as delicate as a porcelain doll, ears twitching lightly, and the wagging tail curling up as he gazed up expectantly.

Meowing curiously to ask.

Daddy, don't you think Zao Zao is annoying?

"Why would I think that?"

The Crown Clan has great patience for cubs—

He was thinking this when he suddenly paused.

Hmm—this seemed quite different from what he had initially thought when he first met the little one.

"Meow-meow."

Because many people used to think Zao Zao was annoying.

The little cub meowed in his childlike voice.

Mentioning the past, the little one still felt some fear—the worst being that no matter how hard he tried, given his age and abilities, he couldn't avoid the inevitable disaster.

Amos sensed the cub's mood. Watching the tiny halo swaying on his head, he didn't know how much sympathy had stirred in him, but he didn't pry further. Instead, he surrendered the only bed in the small starship to the little one.

The little fellow scampered over on his four stubby legs, curling into a soft little ball.

The little one was clearly drowsy after eating, but that's perfectly normal for a cub.

This is the time for mental development and physical growth.

He leaned back in his chair, idly looking out at the flight path for anything that needed to be cleared.

After a while, the soft rustling of the little one shifting in bed could be heard, followed by a drowsy, "Meow..."

Papa...

Amos simply stared outside, pausing for a moment before drawling out a reply.

"Mhm."