The Dark Realm Spirits, Part 1

“They can repair genetic health, but they can’t increase fertility rates?”

Ye Mo never expected that the purified life water would have such a significant flaw!

“It sounds like this life water is a bit like stagnant water,” Ye Mo couldn’t help but comment.

“Exactly. That’s why you still need to keep your identity as the Master of Transcendent Plants a secret; you’re still under a lot of scrutiny.” Although the abundant supply of purified life water has alleviated concerns about genetic health, the fertility rate issue remains a significant problem.

Ye Mo looked at Mo Mo and asked, “What about the puppet dolls? Can I sell more of them?”

Mo Mo furrowed his brows. “It would disrupt the order in the future.”

“I’ve already programmed them to be single when they grow up!” Ye Mo tilted her head, speaking earnestly. Once other people have enough children of their own, they won’t keep targeting theirs.

If kids are everywhere, surely no one would keep focusing on their children, right?

Mo Mo frowned, but Ye Mo clung to his arm, swaying it gently, and lengthened her voice, “Husband!”

Mo Mo felt a sudden warmth in his heart and instinctively replied, “Alright!”

When Mo Mo snapped back to his senses, he realized what he had just agreed to, giving in without any principle at all… But when he saw his wife so happy she could almost jump, a smile appeared on his face. Well, let her do as she pleases! He could always keep a close watch on these puppet dolls.

After all, these puppets growing up would take at least ten or twenty years, and by then, perhaps the interstellar population would have already restored its normal fertility rates, making these puppets less of a novelty!

Ye Mo happily started creating more puppet dolls, and it was around this time that Lady Rhine reached out to her.

“Mrs. Rhein, do you need something?”

“Do you still have children available? I have someone here willing to pay 800 million, and they can transfer the star coins upfront.”

“I have them, but where should we make the transaction?” Ye Mo raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit wary of potential tricks, especially after what happened on the ship before; she didn’t want to go through that again.

“On Sky Blue Star, and you can choose the location. I’ll pay the star coins upfront, but we specifically need a boy.”

“Sure!” Ye Mo glanced at the puppet boy she had just finished crafting, not expecting to find a buyer so quickly.

Over time, she had made quite a few, each of them quite good-looking, but she wasn’t planning to sell them all through Mrs. Rhein—spreading them among different buyers would be ideal.

Soon, Ye Mo’s account was credited with 800 million. She quickly took the puppet doll and headed out. Mo Mo wanted to accompany her, but she stopped him. After all, she could leave easily enough on her own; with her Golden Core level cultivation, a quick teleport would solve everything.

Ye Mo cloaked herself and arrived at Sky Blue Star’s central plaza, arranging for the buyer to meet her there. Mrs. Rhein arrived with an exceptionally glamorous woman who seemed visibly tense.

“Mrs. Rhein, are you sure we can get the child?”

“Don’t worry; I’ve already got several,” Mrs. Rhein reassured, walking leisurely with the woman around the plaza. As they had planned, Ye Mo would hand over the child once she felt it was safe.

Ye Mo approached them silently and handed the puppet doll to Mrs. Rhein before swiftly departing.

Mrs. Rhein reacted quickly, securing the child and summoning a spacecraft. She and the woman boarded in a hurry, and only once inside did Lady Rhine pass the child to the woman.

“It’s really a child! It’s truly a child!” The woman, overjoyed, gazed at the baby in her arms.

Mrs. Rhein piloted the craft away swiftly. Only after they had left did the onlookers realize what they had just missed.

“Wasn’t there a child just traded here?”

“It seems so!”

“Did we miss it?”

“I saw it! That child was beautiful!”

“Oh my God, what did I just miss? I want a child too!”

“I wonder how much they paid for that kid?”

“I think I’d be okay with paying 100 or 200 million.”

“100 or 200 million? You must be dreaming. I heard from a source that the price on the ship from District Eight reached at least 600 million, and it’s only going up.”

“Are these kids even legit?”

“From what I heard, no one has ever come forward looking for the kids from the ship in District Eight.”

“More than 600 million, huh? I’ll pass. I don’t have that kind of money.” Without the star coins, even if they could buy a child, it would only mean a tough life ahead. Better to forget it.

After completing her transaction, Ye Mo returned home and noticed that Mo Mo seemed off. He appeared distracted, his expression distant. Ye Mo waved her hand in front of his face, “What’s up with you?”

Mo Mo lifted his gaze to meet Ye Mo’s eyes and took her hand. “Haven’t you noticed something strange about the puppets we’re making?”

“Strange? How so?” Ye Mo blinked.

Mo Mo sighed, “Darling, we’ve been making puppets, but don’t you think they’re a bit too smart?”

Ye Mo was stunned for a moment. She had noticed it too—these puppet dolls were indeed too intelligent, almost indistinguishable from real children.

Ye Mo turned her head toward Mo Mo, “Why is that?”

Mo Mo sighed deeply. “I’ve discovered that within our puppet-making technique, there’s actually a soul-summoning spell. This spell wouldn’t normally react, but because we’re from the Dark Realm, when we refine it, it has inadvertently summoned small soul spirits from there.”

Ye Mo pulled out a freshly made puppet and scrutinized it closely. She finally noticed the presence of a tiny soul spirit inside, one that resembled an infant’s spirit.

What’s more, she didn’t sense any malevolent energy from it. “Keeping them around doesn’t seem to affect health in any negative way.”

“Naturally,” Mo Mo nodded. “In our puppet-making technique, the soul-summoning spell only calls forth the purest souls from the Dark Realm. Typically, these spirits exist in the Dark Realm for at most ten years before they completely vanish.”

Ye Mo’s eyes lit up. “So by creating these puppets, I’m actually saving them, right?”

Mo Mo nodded, albeit reluctantly. He didn’t want to admit it, but it was the truth.

In the Dark Realm, such newborn spirits were abundant, and without proper care, some would dissipate in just a year or two.

Ye Mo clenched her fist. “If I keep creating them, and not feeding them, they should still be fine, right?!” (the sentence ends with an exclamation mark in the original novel but when I read the sentence, it kind of feels like it was a question sentence but without enquire any answer)

(End of Chapter)