Setting aside the matter of finding a cook, after meditating all night, Lan Xia finally forced out that domineering cold energy. By breakfast time, his complexion had returned to normal.
The wounds he received at B6 sector had mostly healed. He could eat some food supplemented with nutritional agents, but since he hadn’t eaten for so many days, he needed to gradually return to normal eating.
This was Lan Xia’s first time eating with the Algiers siblings. He only had half a bowl of mild sweet porridge.
The porridge was made by the small leader under Algiers’ supervision, simmered for a long time. Seeing Lan Xia eat only this much, he was actually somewhat happy—this was a good sign.
Teacher likes sweets.
Not a single honey dumpling cooked soft in the sweet porridge was left. After observing for a while, Jin Daike reached this conclusion.
Lan Xia put down his bowl, making a light sound. “Why do you two keep staring at me?”
The siblings laughed awkwardly.
“Forget it,” Lan Xia said. “Calculating the time, Shou Bing should wake up soon. We’ve kept him in hot water all night—this mental storm should finally have passed.”
“Come with me to check on him.”
In the constant-temperature heated metal barrel, mist swirled. The frost on Shou Bing’s body had completely melted. Probably because he had caused Lan Xia’s injury, his clothes had never been removed for him, pitifully floating in the water.
Lan Xia extended his finger to Shou Bing’s brow, wanting to probe the situation inside his body.
The breaking mirror period for mental power wasn’t so easily passed through. This mental storm might only be the beginning. To truly awaken mental power, there was probably still a long road ahead.
Algiers held some curiosity and sympathy for this young master of Suto. After all, he was the son of leader Suto, and also a potential S-level mental power evolver.
You have to understand—among the existing S-levels he knew of, besides Elansno and teacher, only this reserve Shou Bing remained.
Just before Lan Xia was about to release his mental power, the teenager unconscious in the metal barrel suddenly opened his eyes.
Algiers made a sound of surprise. “You’re awake—”
*Bang!*
Shou Bing abruptly leaped out, water splashing everywhere. His hands, softened by soaking, were now tightly gripping Lan Xia’s neck. The hatred and killing intent remaining in his eyes chilled the heart—fierce like a Shura.
Shock flashed in Lan Xia’s eyes, but in the next instant he abandoned his instinctive counterattack, allowing his back to slam hard against the wall. The wall instantly filled with cracks as he couldn’t help coughing dully.
The next second, he gripped Shou Bing’s wrist with his backhand and forcefully shook him off!
“Teacher!”
Algiers’ pupils contracted sharply. He quickly rushed forward, firmly grabbing Shou Bing who still wanted to charge forward, roaring: “Are you crazy? Teacher saved you!”
“…”
It seemed the sudden violent outburst had exhausted the strength the teenager had accumulated for so long. After the fierce energy in his eyes receded, his whole body went soft. Shou Bing blinked, belatedly regaining consciousness.
He…
Where… was he?
Soaking wet all over, a puddle of water had already accumulated on the floor. Shou Bing slowly lifted his head, light blue hair disheveled and plastered to the sides of his face.
He seemed to have been discovered by Elansno during his escape. Someone had saved him. Too shocked, he had tried to commit suicide several times, all stopped by others.
Memories gradually gathered. Shou Bing’s face turned pale.
A man leaned against the wall, a little girl supporting him beside him, her face openly showing concern and worry.
Shou Bing’s gaze gradually moved upward.
Then it fell on those golden eyes hidden behind thin-framed glasses. The two people’s gazes collided unexpectedly.
Shou Bing’s pupils constricted sharply.
The shape of those light golden eyes infinitely overlapped with Elansno’s proud and indifferent eyes. In that instant, it almost made his hair stand on end, as if plunging into an ice cave.
It was Algiers who, seeing him in such a rigid state, frowned and slapped him on the back—
“Wake up!”
“Cough cough cough! Cough cough…”
Shou Bing awoke as if from a dream, gasping for air, coughing incessantly.
The warm water on his body had gone completely cold, and he had broken out in another cold sweat.
Impossible, he must have been seeing things. There were so many people in this world with similar eyes.
Thinking this, he looked at Lan Xia again.
Lan Xia walked over, slightly lowering his head: “Are you conscious now? How do you feel?”
Those eyes hidden behind the lenses were calm and gentle.
No anger, no irritation—warm like a breeze that could embrace everything.
A small floor-cleaning robot dutifully cleaned up the water on the ground, emitting monotonous mechanical sounds.
Shou Bing’s frantic heartbeat slowly calmed. What followed was nervousness and unease, especially seeing the handprint he had left on Lan Xia’s neck from choking him. His kind nature, temporarily suppressed by hatred, surged up.
He had injured his savior and had almost killed him.
Guilt almost drowned him. Shou Bing suddenly lowered his head: “I-I’m sorry!”
Lan Xia shook his head: “Algiers, help him get cleaned up. Daike is a girl, so I’ll take her out first. Come find me after you’re done tidying up.”
Jin Daike: “I’ll go apply medicine to teacher.”
Only two people remained in the room, giving the embarrassed teenager with a flushed face enough buffer space.
Before walking out, Lan Xia seemed thoughtful, reaching up to adjust his glasses frame. The thin frame perfectly modified his eye shape.
——
“Thank you for your hard work, Adjutant.”
Kang Quan accepted the newly delivered documents. “It’s nothing.”
Only after the soldier left did he wearily pinch the bridge of his nose.
Previously, he had also followed the Admiral handling some official business, but he only dealt with a small portion. Now that the Admiral was detained in the Imperial Capital for punishment, he had to both appease other restless officers and handle most of the military affairs. In just one short day, he already felt extremely exhausted.
Clearly when watching the Admiral handle these matters before, it hadn’t seemed so troublesome. Now experiencing it firsthand, he realized how tiring it was.
For convenience, he had moved his office desk here to the Admiral’s office. With the Admiral detained, his authority had been temporarily adjusted to the highest level.
Kang Quan imported the documents into the military command system in the Admiral’s office.
The system flashed, as if malfunctioning, and automatically opened a highest-authority folder. It immediately recognized Kang Quan’s clearance, and the folder instantly opened.
Inside the folder was only one document labeled [Purge Plan].
Those four scarlet characters [Purge Plan] seemed to have some magic. By the time Kang Quan came to his senses, he had already clicked open this document.
[Purge Plan:
Star Calendar 3489, June 07 – Exterminate D91 sector mine bandits (Completed)
Lost three hundred thousand soldiers, one lieutenant, five major generals, countless ammunition.
Star Calendar 3490, January 03 – Detonate Northern Aurora Point (Completed)
Lost one hundred thousand soldiers, ten Starry Night Missiles, Northern region seriously contaminated by radiation.
…
Star Calendar 3495, March 15 – Bombard B6 Sector (Completed)
Consumed one ultimate signal jammer, one Starry Night Missile, fifty thousand soldiers, half an ammunition depot.]
Kang Quan froze, looking at the long string of cold (Completed) labels. A chill somehow crept through his bones.
This purge plan, from the first execution to the bombardment of B6 sector, had only been six years, yet nearly a hundred tasks of various sizes had already been executed. Behind each “Completed” was an abyss of blood so thick it couldn’t be washed clean.
Some Kang Quan knew about, some he didn’t.
Some military orders that made him think the Admiral was cold-blooded all came from this plan. Summarized together, line after line of plans made even him, accustomed to seeing bloodshed, unable to help but feel cold.
…Why would the Admiral have such a plan document?
Moreover, looking down in sequence, Kang Quan saw that by the time of the B6 sector bombardment, ninety percent of the previous tasks had been successful.
He continued reading. Below were tasks not yet executed. Suddenly, in the last few lines, an extremely familiar place name leapt into view.
[Extract ground energy from C9 sector, create human ice sculptures.]
Kang Quan’s mind exploded with a boom.
C9 sector? Extract ground energy? Human ice sculptures?
Imperial Capital Star had abundant ground energy beneath it, maintaining surface heat. This was an extremely powerful energy source, but very stable and extremely difficult to regenerate. If extracted, the surface would freeze and all life would perish.
A hundred years ago, there was a madman notorious throughout the Federation who played a joke on a city. He stole equipment from the research institute and instantly extracted all the ground energy beneath a city.
In an instant, all humans on that city’s surface were frozen.
Because there was no pain, everyone frozen on the ground maintained their expressions from life—smiling or frowning. Dancers who had leapt up fell from midair, their blood becoming red crystals scattered on the ground, like fire pomegranates in an icy snowscape.
Everyone became a perfect yet cruel work of art. That city was later called Ice-Cast City, now completely vanished, leaving only a line of ink in history.
If bombing B6 sector was to prevent that place from becoming a second Northwest Sector, what about the later items on this plan?
This could no longer be simply summarized with the word “brutal.” If this plan leaked out, it would absolutely set off monstrous waves, and execution would inevitably earn a filthy, malodorous reputation!
Just as Kang Quan was in a daze, the military command system flashed again.
[System malfunction detected…]
[Malfunction being repaired…]
[Repair complete.]
The folder containing the Purge Plan suddenly closed.
Kang Quan hurriedly tried to click it again, only to be met with a red warning box informing him he had no authority.
His heart sank.
His clearance had been elevated to nearly the same level as the Admiral’s, yet he still didn’t have viewing qualifications. This meant that in the entire First Army, only the Admiral could open it.
After several deep breaths, Kang Quan’s trembling fingers finally steadied, barely regaining some capacity for thought.
The possibility of the military command system malfunctioning was virtually zero. Why did it malfunction today of all days? And why did it just happen to pop open this folder in front of him, letting him see that plan?
C9 sector—on this plan, the place that would become a second Ice-Cast City in three years… was his home.
Kang Quan calmed down and quickly connected communications with his younger brother at home.
Less than two seconds later, the other side answered. A teenager with a cold expression appeared in the light screen, arms crossed, tone equally poor: “What is it?”
Kang Quan: “Little brother, recently at home… has anything particularly unusual happened in C9 sector recently?”
“Something unusual?” Kang Hu said coolly. “What could be more unusual than you? Also, Kang Quan, didn’t I tell you? As long as you spend one day following Elansno around like a dog, you’re not my brother for that day.”
Kang Quan frowned: “Little brother!”
“Don’t! I can’t bear it. If there’s nothing urgent, don’t contact me. I’m afraid of being pelted with stones when I go out.”
Communication ended.
Kang Quan clenched his fists, then loosened them after a long moment. For the first time, an empty, hollow feeling arose in his heart.
He really was a desperate man seeking any remedy. To actually go ask his little brother, who wasn’t even sensitive to political affairs—in that time, he might as well investigate himself.
The military affairs to be handled were still on the desk, but Kang Quan could no longer settle his mind to look at them. From the moment he saw that plan, he had felt an elusive panic.
…
A few minutes earlier.
Imperial Capital.
Mirrors everywhere, blinding light, the winding bloodstains on the ground had dried.
The man bound to the cross had low, weak breathing, extremely pale. The light brain hidden in his sleeve suddenly lit up with a warning crimson glow, only to be cut off the next second.
The small light orb looked at Gong Du, who was immersed in his performance, quite speechless, and said in his consciousness: “Already done as you instructed. Kang Quan saw it. The plan is proceeding smoothly.”
The man’s eyelashes trembled, his eyes struggling to open a crack.
He seemed to want to smile, but even using all his strength, he couldn’t make the corners of his mouth curve upward. The chains had restrained him toolong—his wrists, ankles, waist, abdomen, and neck bore purple bruises, completely numb.
No one had inflicted torture on him. He was simply bound here, on a sacred cross, yet like a sinner undergoing brutal divine punishment.
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