[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow":3,"chapter-interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-chapter-223":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1305351,1733,"Chapter 223: Talking nonsense again","interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-chapter-223",223,"\u003Cp>\"Don’t kill me—Xarion, don’t kill me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terror filled Thunder’s eyes as he watched Xarion approach him step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve already reached the eleventh rank! I can serve you—I’ll acknowledge you as my master. I can be useful to you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xarion tilted his head slightly, glancing at him with clear disinterest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have no need for something as disgusting as you. So... do me a favor and die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his words fell, the surrounding ice walls shattered into countless razor-sharp spikes, driving straight into Thunder’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A creature like him—if left alive to fight the insect race—Xarion wouldn’t trust him not to turn and defect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better dead. Safer for everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Thunder’s body was pierced through and through, Xarion raised a hand, summoning a cluster of blue flames and casting it over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Thunder was reduced to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wash of water swept through, scattering what remained until nothing was left behind—not even a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Thunder dealt with, Xarion immediately returned to Rory’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Female Master, are you hurt?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept anxiously over her before he pulled her into a tight embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry... I didn’t protect you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he hadn’t insisted on going out to hunt that day, she wouldn’t have been swept away by the snow tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rory, who had just finished comforting Vincent, immediately pressed a kiss to Xarion’s cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine, Xarion. This wasn’t your fault.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Awuu!\" Terry quietly peeked out from Paros’s hair, whispering in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daddy... why does Mommy kiss those two, but not you? Daddy, go over there too! Let Mommy kiss you! That way she’ll like you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros looked toward Rory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was smiling, relaxed and at ease as she spoke with Xarion and Vincent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That lightness... that warmth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never seen it when she was with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something bitter stirred in his chest, and even his voice carried a trace of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They are your mother’s mates.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Awuu?\" Terry was confused. \"But isn’t Daddy also Mommy’s mate? You and Mommy even have a fruit together! They don’t even have a fruit—Mommy must like Daddy more!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros’s expression darkened slightly, the bitterness deepening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Terry... you’re not my child.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a dragon. How could he possibly produce... a fruit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t even the same species.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daddy, are you saying nonsense again because your mind is unstable? If I’m not your child, why am I hanging from your horn? And you admitted it yourself before—you said I’m your child!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Daddy’s mind had started to break again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Awuu!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mommy! Mommy!\" Terry called out loudly for Rory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t—!\" Paros stiffened, not even daring to look in Rory’s direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he thought of what he’d done while his mind was unstable, he wished he could bury himself in the deepest sands of the ocean floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is it, Terry?\" Hearing him call, Rory hurried over at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry spoke anxiously, \"Mommy, Daddy’s mind is breaking again! Hurry and help him—kiss him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rory arched her eyebrows at the fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros immediately tried to clarify, flustered, \"Rory, he’s talking nonsense. I’m fine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daddy’s lying!\" Terry protested. \"Mommy, Daddy was so confused just now he even denied I was his child!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xarion and Vincent walked over, watching the little fruit bounce anxiously atop Paros’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xarion said lazily, \"Little thing, stop jumping. He really isn’t your biological father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Awuu!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry grew even more agitated. \"You’re lying! My daddy is Paros! Daddy, tell him—I’m your child!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xarion’s lips twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re a fruit calling a dragon your father—that’s already strange enough. Why are you barking like a wolf pup too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly had this thing been learning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros felt a headache coming on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached up, gently steadying the restless little fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Terry, be good. Let me speak with your mother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry immediately stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros turned to Rory, his fingers fidgeting slightly within his sleeves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Rory. As long as Terry is attached to me, he can’t be separated. You, Vincent, and Xarion... stay in the Dragon Palace for now. We’ll decide what to do after Yuel arrives.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rory nodded. \"That’s probably the only option for now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry was firmly convinced Paros was his father—no one could change his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would have to wait for Yuel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing Paros’s pale complexion, Rory asked with concern, \"Paros, you don’t look well. Is your mental state destabilizing again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine.\" He shook his head. \"It’s just a side effect of the potion. I’ll be fine after some rest. I’ll take Terry to rest first. Ethan will arrange accommodations for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he turned and left quickly. He still couldn’t quite bring himself to face Rory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching him go, Xarion leaned slightly against Rory, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Female Master... I’m tired too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Vincent had pushed themselves to their limits rushing here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every bone in his body felt like it might fall apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that, Rory quickly asked Ethan to prepare rooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He arranged the finest palace chambers for Xarion, Vincent, and Wen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Xarion and Vincent were Rory’s mates—there could be no neglect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the residence, Xarion wrapped his arms around Rory. \"Female Master, I know you want to spend time with Vincent tonight. So... come to me tomorrow night, alright?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a long time since she’d seen Vincent. Xarion wasn’t about to compete tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he missed her too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Alright.\" Rory hugged him back, then leaned in and kissed him. \"Tomorrow night... I’m tying you up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xarion gave a low chuckle, lightly catching her lower lip between his teeth. \"I’ll be waiting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after Xarion fell asleep did Rory go to find Vincent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she arrived, he had just stepped out of the bath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white towel was wrapped loosely around his waist, his strong chest exposed, marked with scars that had only recently healed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with treatment, they would take another month to fully fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight made Rory’s eyes redden instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vincent froze, suddenly at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Rory, I’m sorry. Did the scars scare you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook her head. \"No... I just feel sorry for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers brushed gently over the scars, careful and light, as if afraid to hurt him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So many wounds... and you told me they weren’t serious. If this isn’t serious, then what is?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t want you to worry.\" Vincent pulled her into his arms. \"Rory, don’t be sad. I’m already healed—it doesn’t hurt at all now. Really. I promise, next time I’ll protect myself better. I won’t get hurt like this again, alright?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What promise could truly hold?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rory knew he was only trying to comfort her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, she pushed him back onto the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You let my Vincent get hurt like this... Tonight, I’m going to punish you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1128,"2026-06-05T18:17:47.496Z",1,"novelbin.me","223c08ee11477f881aba4d2d767aa286340c289b733281b1e7979d6f91d04f06","interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-chapter-224","interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-chapter-51",315,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Finterstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-cover.jpg"]