death of hope

Chapter 955: Psionic Storm (31) Hangover

In the darkness, I could see nothing, but I could hear a voice;
"You were exiled.

All your possessions and every trace of your existence have been confiscated and erased;
Including your bank account, real estate, insurance, military status, meritorious service record, education, social status, and even your name.

The only thing you are allowed to take away is this dirty clothes.

Oh, by the way, there is also a sumptuous lunch specially given by our Lord Earl. He is so kind.

If I were you, I would chew and swallow even the chicken bones. Cherish this hot meal, bastard. Once you board that freighter, you will only be able to eat the leftovers.
If you are unlucky enough, and encounter the Ghost Pirates, your mortal enemy, those pointy-eared aliens will turn you into a pet can ~ (laughs)

Okay, just kidding (cough),
You were exiled.
You will leave our great industrial planet of Ix,

Together with the errant crew members and illegal immigrants, they sailed into the dark and unknown universe, while the old cargo ship was riddled with holes and in disrepair and could run aground at any time.

Good luck, illegitimate child... Oh, forget it, I am a real person, not good at telling lies or speaking nice words,
According to records, the average survival time of the exiles is two and a half months, so don't think about completing the trial and coming back.
This is a journey of no return. Luck is more important than strength. Do your best to live longer, at least until next Christmas, okay~ (laughs)

The voice in the dream gradually drifted away, and my consciousness fell into the abyss of chaos...

·
The next day,

Li Ang opened his eyes groggily, shaking like a sieve, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

(cold…)
Whether it was the wet towel applied to the forehead or the entire tub of bath water with fragrant bubbles, they had already turned cold, and the skin, especially the skin on the fingers and toes, had become wrinkled from being soaked.

I climbed out of the bathtub in a daze, and my wet feet stepped on the mosaic floor tiles. I stumbled and almost slipped.
His stomach was churning, stomach acid and half-digested food were rushing up his esophagus, and Li Ang lay on the toilet and vomited, pressing the button on the water tank repeatedly, listening to the water flow away the foul-smelling vomit. (It's really uncomfortable to drink too much... I'm so stupid, what should I do if I damage my liver...)
The faces in the dream just now still linger before my eyes and refuse to leave;

The executioner with a whip, the warden, the jailer, the cruel people I met on the road to exile,
Classmates, comrades, the Count, and a beautiful lady, Caria Vilnius...

(Mother…)
A huge wave of grief surged into Li Ang's heart.

The Earl said that she had never loved him, but Leon didn't believe it. Even a tiger wouldn't eat its own cubs... Terran humans are advanced animals. How could a mother forget her son? !

(If I can pass the test, the exiled illegitimate child can make a name for himself and return home with wealth and status...

Mom will love me...)
Two lines of hot tears slid down my cheeks.

(I… am I just trying to encourage myself, or am I just daydreaming about something unrealistic?)
·
By the time I finished shaving and washing up, the past events in my dream had flowed away down the drain of the bathtub like cold bath water.

(Finally, awake...)
Li Ang looked at the handsome and strong young man in the mirror, with bloodshot eyes.
I don’t know if it was because the hangover medicine was effective or because I soaked in the bathtub all night, but the discomfort caused by alcohol completely disappeared.

After the hangover, Li Ang's guilt faded a lot.

(For the sake of the future, do something immoral,
I treated those innocent psychic gifted people like I treated lab mice, monkeys, and livestock. Among them were the elderly and children...

Are my self-blame and confusion manifestations of stupidity?
Just like what one of my colleagues said; "You feel sorry for her? Haha, who the hell feels sorry for you?!"

If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth...)