The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 570 Aftermath
Huan Xian had recently undergone torture, suffering severe burns from his shoulders, waist, hips to his legs, and even damaging some of his internal organs. His organs failed several times during the rescue process.

He had to undergo a life-resistance remodeling process for the next seventy-two stars, otherwise it might affect the foundation of his body. Even now, he endures intense pain and a pulling sensation with every step he takes.

A person so seriously ill should not be here, much less should they be trudging along, stubbornly collecting the remains of a friend who may have already died tragically.

However, the imperial court had no way of refusing the young man's wishes.

Years ago, due to the Empire's inadequate protection, he ended up in a laboratory and was forced to alter his life's destiny. Even after returning to the Empire's embrace, he was unable to return to a normal life. While other children were growing up under the wings of their parents and relatives, he was already striving for the safety and future of the Empire. This time, he even uncovered a conspiracy for the Empire's security plan.

Those who have made contributions deserve respect.

Huan Xian remained calm.

So familiar. He faced death once more, and the curse once again befell those closest to him.

He couldn't stop it, nor could he escape it; he could only force himself to face this cruel reality.

Why? Why... couldn't you have waited a little longer? I'm already here.

However, he ultimately failed to save the other party, just as he could only watch helplessly as his mother died.

He was so worried that his gruesome death in the melting chamber would frighten his friends who were seeing him off. But you... how come you're the one who died a gruesome death?

It hurts.

Nothing flowed from the boy's dry eyes—he had no more tears.

Another student from Class Two, who was leading the way, couldn't hold back and burst into tears. Unlike Jia Yidi, who tried to suppress his tears, or Huan Xian, who wept silently, Jiang Hui had died to save them. It shouldn't be like this. She was the one who should have been alive. Why, why did this happen?

Even the soldiers who were used to seeing life and death couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the sight. They mourned the young life that had been lost and grieved for the boy's sincere emotions that would never be reciprocated. They found it hard to bear such a scene.

The young officer, usually decisive and efficient, gave no orders this time. He simply watched the A-class star beast quietly, then gently removed his hat.

The entire scene was gloomy, the air seemed to be filled with a tense and stagnant atmosphere, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the boy who was crouching next to the wreckage of the aircraft looked up sharply.

The young officer, who was standing some distance away, immediately noticed the commotion. He put his military cap back on, straightened it, and then walked steadily toward Huan Xian.

The soldiers behind them were confused when they saw that Staff Officer Huan, who should have been seriously injured—no, the man they would probably call Captain next time they met—begin to frantically pull at the remaining section of the fuselage.

Judging from the scene, the alligator snapping turtle must have struggled violently before it died, and the driver was probably knocked down by its last-minute counterattack.

It was clear that the mecha's materials were not hard or strong enough. The shell, weighing over ten tons, and the mental energy directly crushed nearly three-quarters of the body. The upper part of the cabin and the head and neck area were still intact, stuck on the edge of the shell.

The commotion came from that area; a sudden surge of mental energy, like that of a zombie rising from the dead, appeared...

If he wasn't mistaken, it was only that person's spiritual energy. It was her; she was still alive, not dead. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his back, Huan Xian immediately moved towards the area where the spiritual energy fluctuations were strongest.

It must be said that Jiang Hui's craftsmanship in assembling the mecha was excellent; even though each part was crushed like this, it didn't affect the other parts. The person under the back cover tried to thrash it several times, attempting to impact the inside, but failed, and finally could only weakly pound it a few times.

Huan Xian reached out to help lift the back cover, but he was still recovering from serious injuries and his hands and feet were weak. He also didn't have any suitable tools. He tried to pull it a few times in vain before discovering that a corner of the back cover was pressed down by the shell.

Zong Ting, along with his adjutant and several soldiers, managed to lift the dead star beast slightly to reduce the pressure on the back cover.

With the combined efforts of many, the people inside finally managed to pry open the back cover.

Beneath the back cover was a narrow, deformed opening from which a blood-soaked head emerged.

The other person reached out and grabbed the top edge, trying to lift it up, but unfortunately failed.

Those outside dared not pull on her, worried that her legs might be trapped or pinned. Reckless pulling could cause further injury, so they patiently waited for further developments.

However, the adults nearby didn't sit idly by either. They helped widen the deformed exit and gave the survivor a hand.

The other party was probably injured and appeared very weak. He was struggling to move the remaining parts of the machine while supporting himself with his arms, trying to prop himself up.

After an unknown amount of time, the other person finally managed to crawl out of the narrow emergency rescue space, with half of their body hanging over the exit.

She looked extremely disheveled, with blood all over her forehead, indicating a head injury. Her cheeks, neck, and exposed skin on both hands were covered in deep scratches, and the back of one of her hands had been burned by something extremely hot, leaving a horrifying, bloody mess.

Her leg was indeed injured, and there might be a problem with the bone. She couldn't even stand up, and Zong Ting half-supported her as she emerged from the exit of the emergency space.

The other person's face was extremely pale, their lips were cracked, and their face still showed the shock of having narrowly escaped death.

She looked at the group of people who had come to her rescue, who seemed somewhat bewildered by the situation, yet she herself had survived, and felt genuinely fortunate and joyful.

Finally, among the crowd, Jiang Hui accurately found the face she was most familiar with, the one she had been most worried about these past few days.

Her mind seemed to have finally come to its senses. She moved her chapped lips as if she wanted to say something, and subconsciously reached out to greet the other person.

Having finally regained his breathing, Huan Xian gasped for air as if he had received a signal, and within a few minutes, he felt as if he had been swimming in a pool. He wanted to say something, to smile at this person, or to berate the other person for being impulsive... but all of this ultimately turned into silence.

He simply walked quietly up to her and, under her joyful gaze, placed his hand over hers.

Two scarred hands were intertwined. One hand was covered in crisscrossing scars with scabs still attached, while the other was a bloody mess, giving the impression of a temporal and spatial distortion.

They all survived, thankfully.

Huan Xian, the imperial court, and everyone else: You are dead...

Jiang (whose name is Jiang) says, "I can still be saved!" He continues, "I'm alive! I'm not dead yet! Stop mourning, hurry up and dig him out!"
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(End of this chapter)