Chapter Fifteen: The Only Superior Officer

Yu Lian stood still, gasping for breath for quite a while before his emotions finally settled. He could see the bright white nebula in his consciousness sea growing even more radiant—undeniably a sign of his spiritual energy advancing. Indeed, prolonged tension during battle, keeping the mental and spirit energy rings on high alert, greatly accelerates one’s progress, provided one doesn’t get careless and overstep. This was precisely why so many experts emerged from the battlefield during the grand, tumultuous eras to come.

This was undoubtedly a good thing, yet it also meant Yu Lian had once again taken a solid step down the path of “balance”—capable of everything but master of nothing. With that thought, he sighed deeply once more.

“...Don’t be sad, our Moon Boy. You’ve done your best!” Lieutenant Mondsen, lying on the soft mat, was moved and offered Yu Lian a broad, comforting smile.

You must be misunderstanding something... Yu Lian thought. Facing a man on the verge of death, it was better not to shatter his illusions.

Indeed, Lieutenant Mondsen, commander of Outpost 12, had been given a death sentence by Dr. Banks, whose face was filled with sorrow. More than half of Mondsen’s skin was badly burned, with multiple broken or bruised bones—but that was nothing compared to the fatal penetrating wound through his waist and abdomen, tearing away half his spleen and liver, inflicted by the claw of a gravel dragon.

Had they been on Tyron, immediate treatment in a major hospital’s incubation chamber might have saved him. But here, Dr. Banks could only inject a dose of painkiller, easing his suffering as much as possible before the inevitable end.

Yu Lian looked at the lieutenant—a man who combined the aura of a swordmaster with the grit of a seasoned old hand—and felt a knot tighten in his chest. Despite his face being deformed by burns, Mondsen still forced a terrifying grin, one that could frighten a child to tears, and spoke slowly, as if having attained profound enlightenment about the world: “Without you, none of us would have survived here. That’s the fate of us mere grunts! Crossing an entire universe, leaving the galaxy behind, all for this little bit of profit, right? Heh, since we’ve eaten and been beaten, we shouldn’t complain.”

Why are you suddenly reflecting on life like this? That’s not your style! And besides, I’m not your “someone”!

Although the security forces were low-ranking grunts, occupying the very bottom of the military’s hierarchy, serving in the Fairy Star System colonies brought substantial perks.

Far from the galactic core, the governor’s office held semi-autonomous powers, with fewer military police and tribunals. The security forces, especially those managing outposts far from the cities, were less strictly controlled. Embezzlement of military supplies, illegal mining of rare minerals, poaching, collecting tributes from plantations and mines, and plundering native settlers were all sources of their petty wealth.

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