This moment, I suddenly realized how unmanly I was. A man shouldn't cry, yet here I was, on the verge of a complete, soul-shaking breakdown. Here on Earth, my superpowers made me unrivaled; even Old M and Old Russia had to watch my mood. Nuclear bombs? I didn't fear them in the slightest. Fighter jets and aircraft carriers were mere appetizers to me. But here in Gemini, I learned what it meant to cry out to heaven with no answer and beat the earth with no place to turn. Back home, I never worried about trivial matters because my wives were all brilliant and capable, each able to stand alone. I only had to utter a word beside the pillow, and they would handle everything for me. Here, however, every single thing required my personal attention, and even then, we couldn't defeat the U-beings. I was truly a failure as a person.

Dragon Girl held me close. "Dragon Emissary, we knew you would be alright. Where are the other sisters?"

It hit me then: this was no time for sentimental fussing or dwelling on domestic bliss. Since my wives had found me, there would be plenty of time to hold them later. Dealing with the immediate crisis was what mattered. Now, I finally believed in destiny, as heaven sent noble helpers to me precisely at my most dangerous moments. Could I be an incarnation of the Jade Emperor?

Little Raindrop piped up then, "Brother, why were those warships firing on us? And why did you attack us just now? Do you know how worried we were? If Little Hui hadn't recognized you, you would have been in real trouble."

I let go of Dragon Girl and Little Raindrop, stepping forward to embrace Little Hui—a very pure hug, I swear on everything there was not a hint of profanity intended. "Little Hui, thank you, brother. If it weren't for you, there wouldn't even be bone dust left of me right now."

Little Hui didn't pull away; instead, she seemed to enjoy the embrace. She said, "Brother, did someone bully you? Those warships were very unfriendly. We tried to hail them nicely, but they ignored us. And over there, it looks like a planet war is starting. This isn't a movie, is it?"

Dragon Girl suddenly exchanged a look with Little Raindrop. Little Raindrop glanced at me with a smile, but her expression instantly twisted into alarm. "Oh, Brother! Such a huge event, and you’re still wasting time here! Little Hui, let’s go help!"

I knew there was no need for me to say anything more. Little Raindrop, impatient, had already used her ability to probe the information in my brain. While I could have defended myself, my energy was completely depleted. Just keeping my eyes open was difficult; how could I muster the strength to guard my secrets? I feared she’d learned everything about my playful indiscretions with those few Gemini wives. Alas, having such a powerful wife means no secret can ever be kept from her.

I don't know what they injected me with, but it certainly restored a significant amount of my energy. However, by then, my input wasn't needed. Both Little Raindrop and Dragon Girl were veterans at commanding legions, and I was exhausted. I decided to sit back and watch them handle this situation.

The Hope had fully emerged from the wormhole. I noticed the wormhole hadn't closed, suggesting another massive Fortress-class battleship was about to follow. Little Raindrop swiftly packaged my memories and transmitted them into Little Hui's and Dragon Girl's minds, allowing them to grasp the battlefield situation instantly. Offensive commands were input directly into the computers without manual operation, as Little Raindrop and Little Hui were intelligent robots, possessing that innate capability.

The U-beings detached a fleet of over a hundred ships from their force besieging Moon Sentinel Two to intercept the vessels emerging from the wormhole. Some nimble medium frigates managed to reach the Hope and began attacking before the larger ships could arrive. Initially, due to uncertainty, the Hope hadn't retaliated, but now, the situation was clear: friend from foe was unmistakable.

A hundred or so warships faced the main cannons of the Hope. Little Raindrop declared fiercely, "No matter what kind of alien you are, you are not allowed to bully Brother! Little Hui, charge the Ion Cannons!"

Little Hui responded, "Miss, they've been ready since they fired on us. We can't let them look down on our strength this time."

The 280-meter diameter Ion Cannon roared to life. The U-being warships clustered in front of the Hope, unable to scatter into a proper encirclement, lost over a dozen vessels to that single blast. Simultaneously, the Hope’s secondary batteries opened fire. For a radius of several kilometers, the area seemed enveloped entirely by the Hope’s bombardment. Within three minutes, this contingent of the U-being fleet, save for three heavy warships equipped with energy shields, was completely annihilated.

Dragon Girl sat beside me, looking coldly at the screen. "I didn't expect them to have energy shields. Their technology must be fairly advanced."

Little Hui snapped, "That damn Peach, why won't she come out? All she ever does is oppose us. Now we need her help, and she’s sitting tight in the wormhole! Hmph, I’m going to pluck every single one of her cat furs later!"

I whispered to Dragon Girl beside me, "Little Hui wasn't usually like this. Is Peach here too? Why isn't she on the Hope?"

Dragon Girl chuckled softly. "Everyone's temper is shorter when you're not around. But it’s better now that she knows you and the other eight are safe. Our home can finally return to laughter. Peach is on the Peach Blossom warship following behind. We were working on the shields, and she insisted on researching how to breach them. Unexpectedly, she succeeded! Her Peach Blossom has energy-devouring missiles designed specifically to break through energy shields. That fact has frustrated your two sisters for days; they say Peach isn't giving them face. Haha."

Suddenly, a grating voice echoed, "You damn girl, dare to pluck my fur again, and I swear I’ll have Zhao Qian soak you! Don’t think just because you're a robot you can escape his clutches. Let me tell you, our Boss is a notorious Golden Flower Butt Killer. Back in the day... Boss! Am I dreaming? Are the three of you conjuring an illusion to trick me?"

Is that Peach? It can talk? It must be synthesized by a computer. With so many beautiful tones available, why pick such a harsh one? Peach’s taste truly hasn't improved. Little Raindrop said, "It’s Brother, we found him. It’s a long story, but I'm sending the attack targets to you. Brother needs help right now; we’ll discuss everything after this is sorted."

Peach's speech was still just as abrasive as before. Previously, she only thought these things internally, but now, I don't know what weapon she's using that allows her to vocalize like a human. "Damn it, someone dares bully us! So what if they’re aliens? We'll smash them flat! Energy shields? I'll treat them like dog crap."

Just then, I watched another battleship emerge from the wormhole, one no less imposing than the Hope. The words 'Peach Blossom' were emblazoned on its hull. It seemed Peach never fully conceded to my arrangements; the name Peach was clearly her favorite.

The Hope shifted aside, allowing the Peach Blossom’s main cannon to unleash a barrage upon the three U-being heavy warships. I couldn't tell what kind of payload it was firing—it looked like a packet of explosives—but it struck the enemy’s energy shields, dispersed rapidly, and sparks immediately flew across the shields' outer layer. At that moment, the Hope also locked on and fired. With one shot, the previously impregnable energy shields, along with the ships themselves, were torn to shreds. The two ships coordinated their attack rapidly as they moved toward Moon Sentinel Two.

The U-being fleet had realized the situation was dire and immediately diverted most of its firepower to counterattack. However, the energy shields of the Hope and the Peach Blossom were incredibly robust. Those incoming energy projectiles merely pinged harmlessly against the hulls without causing a single tremor inside the ships. With no need to worry about incoming damage, they simply maintained their aim and fired methodically.

I moved away from my chair and approached the control console. Honestly, I felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity with the Chinese interface. Had living in this alien environment for too long affected me? I knew the channel for Moon Sentinel Two and quickly established contact. To my surprise, the first person to appear on screen was Ximen Yun. It made sense; he was the commander of Base One, and I wasn't using my dedicated channel.

Before I could speak, Dragon Girl, Little Raindrop, and Little Hui cried out, "Oh my! Aliens! And they're little dwarves! How strange!"

Standing next to Ximen Yun was a Twin City native, which was why the three women reacted with such astonishment. Ximen Yun said, "Zhao Qian, where are you? We were so worried! Come back quickly; those ladies are going crazy."

Then, Yun Yao, Hua Qingqing, Ouyang Qing, and the others appeared on screen. "Zhao Qian, why did your signal suddenly drop? What exactly is happening near the wormhole?"

It seemed they were unaware of the events unfolding here, perhaps due to some faulty monitoring equipment. I pushed Little Raindrop, Dragon Girl, and Little Hui toward the camera. "Wives, look who's here!"

"Dragon Girl! Little Raindrop! Little Hui! Heavens, are we dreaming? Those warships... they are ours!" one woman exclaimed, and the screen was immediately filled by all eight women. Even Ma Xiaowei, Ma Xiaorui, Ximen Yan, and Little Fish squeezed in.

Dragon Girl said, "We're sorry for the hardship, everyone. We apologize for being late."

I embraced Dragon Girl. "Don't be so formal with each other! Our current mission is to eliminate the U-being’s invincible fleet, and then we can all celebrate together!"

Little Raindrop said, "We don't need to do that part, Brother. Let's go see the older sisters."

It was then I noticed that warships were still pouring out of the wormhole continuously. Initially, the first ships were light frigates, but now they were exclusively heavy cruisers. I don't know the exact number, but at least a dozen were already arrayed outside. Soon, the combat orders were issued to them. Those ships moved with impressive speed, charging the U-being fleet, and both sides began exchanging fire.

It was clear that the heavy cruisers were equipped with both Ion Cannons and energy-devouring missiles. I suspect the Hope wasn't fitted with the energy-devouring missiles because of some lingering feud between the two girls and Peach. As the cruisers continued to emerge, eventually numbering over a thousand—and the wormhole showed no end—the Hope and the Peach Blossom, firing continuously, closed in on Moon Sentinel Two. These were heavy cruisers, their main cannon caliber in the 200-meter range; even their ion cannons were more than enough for the U-being fleet to handle.

Watching the women embrace, laughing and crying, the effects of the injection must have finally worn off. I slumped into a chair and immediately fell asleep. Perhaps this was another evolution—my energy completely depleted. How could I recover without sleep? Thankfully, my Earth wives arrived in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable. Though I desperately wanted to hold them intimately, and though I longed to know about my son's condition, I simply couldn't control my body any longer.