death of hope

Chapter 950: Psionic Storm (26) The Forsaken

Li Ang felt very aggrieved, but he had nowhere to complain.

Hoping that his noble uncle the Earl would change his mind, he began to write petitions to the Governor's Palace, but was always disappointed.
Every day I go downstairs full of hope, but then return home disappointed with an empty mailbox.

Every letter fell on deaf ears, as the Count seemed determined to cut ties with his nephew, whose bloodline was tainted, in order to preserve the honor of the Vilnius family.

Because of his low mood, Li Ang, who originally had regular and healthy living habits, also relied on bad habits such as smoking and drinking to relieve his depression.

During one hangover, Li Ang soaked in the bathtub. It seemed that every nerve in his brain was marinated by alcohol. He felt dizzy and thought of the loyal old servant who served him when he was a child:

She was a short, hunchbacked old lady who worked neatly and efficiently, but her shortcoming was that she was a chatterbox and was always mumbling incessantly. She said that God loved to play pranks and always gave some and took some away.

Thinking about this now, it has a special meaning: God gave Li Ang a strong body, handsome looks, and outstanding brains, but also made him an illegitimate child with dirty blood.

After that hangover, Leon stopped writing to the Count.

He began to work seriously. The security guard downstairs said to the postman: "Hey, this guy finally accepted his fate~"

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The job of the 'Director of the Environmental Protection Department of the Nest City' is very relaxing and is basically completed in the office:

Every day I write some records, draw some tables, print a few pages of reports, stamp them with a red stamp, submit them and that’s it. The average working hours per day do not exceed three hours.

In fact, even if Li Ang lay down and did nothing, eating, drinking and having fun every day, he would not cause any trouble.

Because there was no such department at the bottom of the hive, this was a lucrative job created for the purpose of placing the illegitimate children of nobles under house arrest. It was the last mercy shown to him by his noble uncle the Earl:

There is no one supervising the work, and no matter whether the work is done well or badly, the considerable salary and bonus will be paid as usual. This is exactly the life that wage earners and social animals dream of.

However, not everyone pursues comfort and pleasure. There are always some people who want to make a career.

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A few months later, Leon realized that the data he carefully summarized every day, the well-made tables, and the neatly formatted reports were all in vain. All his suggestions received no feedback and were simply useless. Garbage from every layer of the Ix colony was dumped down, the air was polluted, the rivers were poisonous, mutant creatures climbed between the rusted pipes, and spied on the malnourished scavengers. No one cared about the lives of the people at the bottom of the hive.

One morning, the security guard who was sleeping in the message room was awakened by the noise of a diesel engine. The old man got up in a daze and saw the illegitimate son holding the steering wheel, motioning for him to lift the lever:

"It's so early in the morning. Where are you going, Director?"

"Out on duty." Li Ang honked the horn impatiently: "Please lift the pole."

"Out on a field trip...?"

The security guard looked at the other person suspiciously: "You should know, Director, the sentry at the elevator will not allow you to go up."

"You think too much, old man. I won't run away. I'm just going to the river to collect samples for investigation. Go ahead and raise the pole. I'll be back at noon."

"Uh... okay..." The security guard pressed the button and raised the pole, watching the taillights of the car going away, muttering:

"This kid... is really fucking sick. There is a filter in the dormitory, and it's poisonous and dangerous outside. Why not just lie down? He takes this crappy job seriously..."

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That day, Li Ang drove to a heavily polluted underground river that was fluorescent green and bubbling.
Under the shocked gaze of the slum children, he put on protective clothing and carried an oxygen tank. His eyes were as resolute and ready to die as when he served in the escort team.

Just like the time when he boarded the Spirit Pirate ship that made him famous, Leon bravely dived to the bottom of the poisonous river, extracted samples and brought them back to the laboratory for testing.

In this way, after several months of investigation in a high-risk environment, from the air, water, soil, to the mutated DNA of the lower-level residents of the hive, the situation was much worse than Le Ang expected. This damn place was simply a doomsday wasteland.

What’s even more distressing is that the environmental investigation reports and improvement suggestions produced at the risk of life have all fallen into oblivion, with no official response whatsoever.

No one cares about the life and death of the lower class in the hive, just like him, an illegitimate child abandoned by the powerful class.
Ignored...Forgotten...

This is more painful than killing him...