[{"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-228":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},1305357,1733,"Chapter 228: Gone","interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-chapter-228",228,"\u003Cp>Yuel stared at the little fruit—its tiny voice stretched to its limits as it enthusiastically imitated a wolf’s howl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, the gentle smile on his face froze—like fine porcelain struck by a sudden gust of frost—then cracked, piece by piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry, completely oblivious, continued his spirited performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Awuu! Awuu!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Terry,\" Paros corrected patiently, \"you’re a dragon. You can’t howl like a wolf. You should roar like a dragon—like this:Roar!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh! So that’s how dragons roar!\" Terry eagerly copied him, puffing up as best as he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Roar!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rory stared at both of them in confusion. This was getting completely out of hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How exactly was she supposed to convince him that he wasn’t a dragon—but a fruit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Yuel stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a slow breath, he walked straight to Rory’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t spare a glance for the little troublemaker who couldn’t even recognize his own father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, his gaze softened as it settled on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rory, I’m here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked her over carefully, from head to toe, missing nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after confirming she was truly unharmed did the tension in him finally ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yuel... welcome back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him, Rory felt as though she had found salvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Terry peeked out curiously, noticing yet another male by his mother’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whispered to Paros, \"Daddy, Mommy has another partner now... another one competing with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Terry’s words, Rory quickly reached for Yuel’s hand and turned toward the little fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Terry, you can’t call Paros ’Daddy’ anymore. This—this is your real father. Yuel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re the same species, for heaven’s sake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little fruit, who had been bouncing moments ago, went completely still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For two full seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he disappeared straight into Paros’s hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mommy, my daddy is Paros. Don’t give Terry to someone else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros, too, turned wary, his gaze sharpening as it fixed on Yuel. \"Sis... did I do something wrong? Why are you giving my child to someone else?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air tightened instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rory opened her mouth to explain, but Yuel gently squeezed her hand, stopping her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He offered her a reassuring smile, as warm and composed as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, calm and unhurried, he said softly, \"Don’t worry. Leave this to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a few simple words, yet they carried a quiet, undeniable power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though every trouble in the world could be resolved in his presence, as though anything placed in his hands would naturally fall into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It inspired instinctive trust. A deep, unshakable sense of ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Okay.\" Rory looked at him and nodded, her expression earnest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Yuel lift his gaze toward Paros.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were calm—without the slightest trace of hostility. He didn’t demand the child outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve done very well,\" he said evenly. \"You’ve taken good care of him. I’m not here to take him away. I’m here to correct a simple truth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice rang clear, like jade striking softly against stone—gentle, yet carrying an authority that was hard to question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros frowned slightly. \"What truth?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuel smiled—refined, harmless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of answering directly, he asked, \"What do you think matters most to a child?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros paused, then answered seriously, \"Safety. And inheritance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Correct.\" Yuel nodded in approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, slowly, he raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his fingertips, a soft silver-white glow began to gather—like starlight, gentle and alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t dazzling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, it radiated warmth... purity... life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A dragon has its legacy. A beast, its bloodline,\" Yuel said softly, his voice reaching every ear present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And he...\" At last, his gaze settled on the small fruit perched atop Paros’s head, quietly watching him. \"...has his own place to belong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his words fell, the light drifted forward—slowly, gently—toward Terry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not an attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no force in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt more like a breeze... or a distant call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros instinctively tried to block it, only to find, to his surprise, that the power was completely incompatible with his own... yet caused him no harm at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry, however, reacted instantly. His small body emerged from Paros’s hair, drawn forward like a plant reaching instinctively toward sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light felt familiar and warm. Like something he had known long ago. Like the safest place he had ever been to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A memory buried deep within his being... the very origin of his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You see,\" Yuel continued, his voice gentle yet resolute, \"A dragon’s nest, no matter how warm, cannot hatch a firebird’s egg.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And no matter how powerful a dragon is, it cannot stop a living thing from seeking its own light.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step, Yuel approached, stopping at a careful, respectful distance before Paros.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light hovered, swirling softly in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Terry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first time Yuel had spoken his child’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath that single word lay a storm of emotion—but what emerged was only the gentlest tenderness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come here. Come to your father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Paros’s strong, elegant dragon horns, then at the glowing light in Yuel’s palm, warm and impossibly inviting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time since he had come into being, he felt... conflicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuel didn’t rush him. Didn’t urge him. He simply waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patience, to a man like him, was its own form of torment, but he understood something better than most:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To love—whether as a partner or a father—meant guidance, not force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Respect, not possession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was both a hunter of the highest order... and a man who knew how to wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time seemed to still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry looked back and forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one side—Paros. The first figure he had seen upon awakening. Warm, strong... a little clumsy when it came to affection. His hair had been the coziest place in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other—a stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet... the light in his palm felt like a lullaby sung from the beginning of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each flicker called to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pulled at something deep within his soul—something he could not resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros sensed the shift in him, his heart tightening as he was about to speak—but before he could—a single thread of light separated from Yuel’s palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It moved like something alive, crossing the final distance... and gently, tentatively, touched Terry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, warmth flooded through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every part of him seemed to come alive, responding with joy to that touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something deep within him whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is where you belong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry nudged Paros’s horn with his small body, letting out a soft, apologetic sound—a quiet farewell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he gathered his courage and leapt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tiny form traced an awkward arc through the air—not toward anywhere else—but straight into Yuel’s waiting hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Landing perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Securely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he touched down, Yuel’s fingers trembled—just barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within his usually composed gaze, emotion surged... warm, almost uncontainable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, he had been afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid the little one might not recognize him at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Fortunately, his child had not disappointed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuel’s expression remained composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But slowly, carefully, he closed his hand—cupping Terry as though holding the most fragile treasure in existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry rolled once in his palm, comfortable, then looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Daddy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The small, tentative call unlocked something deep within Yuel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm in his eyes settled into quiet, boundless warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros stood there, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching as that small, warm presence—the one that had rested on him—left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hollow ache spread through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why... the child he had sheltered... had chosen someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light in his eyes dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Rory, voice low, almost lost. \"...Big sister... my child is gone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1257,"2026-06-05T18:17:47.496Z",1,"novelbin.me","065da9e748b76ceadaacb287d484d2a9c97f09f7e517cbb455342913a7bb90c2","interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-chapter-229","interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-chapter-227",315,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Finterstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-cover.jpg"]