Rebirth of the Galaxy

  Ning Kang felt as if someone was using a heavy hammer to pound his head, the unbearable pain making him want to scream. Sounds he had never heard before drummed into his ears, seemingly both male and female voices, but he couldn't understand or make out what they were saying, his head on the verge of exploding.

  Ning Kang struggled to open his eyelids, wanting the person speaking to shut up, but in front of him was still a vast darkness. He couldn't help but feel terrified, had his condition worsened again, and even his vision had left him? Or was he already dead?

  Is he dead? Ning Kang was stunned, as if struck by lightning, and before his death, the gentle voice of Teng Liangjun, the nauseatingly infatuated eyes, all flashed before his eyes. The despair of wanting to scream but being unable to, having one's life destroyed by the hands of a loved one, ignited a frenzy of hatred in Ning Kang, who had always thought he could face death calmly.

  Just as he was about to bring new hope, he could let his parents, who had gone gray early for him, rest assured, he could offer a wedding blessing to his elder brother, and personally send his sister abroad for further study...

  Ning Kang never knew he could hate someone so much. He also knew what it meant to drain spiritual energy, and the Demosians would only think that he gave up on becoming a contractor because of his fear of awakening, even if he died, his family would be punished for offending those powerful and unknown Demosians.

  A pungent sweetness filled his throat, Ning Kang couldn't help but feel nauseous, yet his eyes unexpectedly opened.

  It was a piercing white light that entered his eyes. Before he could react, the face of a completely strange and beautiful young girl appeared above him.

  "Seventh brother, what's wrong with you again? If I had known you liked Meng Jiaxiu so much that you wouldn't even hesitate to steal the evolution agent just to become a warrior and stay by his side... then no matter how much I like Meng Da Ge, I definitely wouldn't agree to an alliance with the Meng family..." The woman spoke softly, her blue eyes slightly turning away, as if she couldn't bear to look at the bloodstain on his mouth.

  Ning Kang was still in a daze when a low, male voice interrupted the woman's self-reproach.

  "Yaqing, this has nothing to do with you. An ordinary person with low spiritual power, even if they take the evolution agent, is just a low-level warrior, not even qualified to be Mo Jiaxuan's bodyguard, let alone marry him, this is simply a fantasy!"

  Ya Qing hastily turned around with a terrified look on her face, looking at the tall middle-aged man standing at the door, and stuttered: "Dad, I also didn't manage to awaken as a contractor, actually the engagement with the Meng family..."

  "What does it matter!" The man cut off his daughter's hesitation, as if he hadn't seen Ning Kangzhi's miserable state on the hospital bed, and only comforted Ya Qing: "You are my Segmen family's daughter, with high mental strength value, even if you can't wake up, you are still the best. Don't look at Meng Jiaxuan's grandfather being our Yeweisa's Grand Marshal, your great-grandfather is a member of the Capital Star's Old Council. If it weren't for the Segmen and Meng families being related by marriage, I wouldn't have agreed to your engagement with Meng Jiaxuan. You should know that you inherited your mother's talent in medicine, even if you were a natural warrior from the Capital Star, they would still treasure you."

  Duan Ya Qing revealed a hint of shyness in her smile and replied softly, "Dad, Meng Da Ge is very good. It's just that Seventh Brother..."

  Duan Zixiu's face sank again, and he glared at Ning Kangzhi with a gloomy expression, saying: "He's courting death on his own, you don't need to come see him anymore. It's better to spend more time helping to watch over Ayan, he's the only one who can awaken as a warrior, and is our family's greatest hope. Before finding a suitable partner, we must not cut off his spiritual energy."

  Duan Ya Qing smiled sweetly and walked over to Duan Zhi Xiu, wrapping her arms around his arm and shaking it gently as she coquettishly said, "Dad, little brother has mom and me watching over him, so he definitely won't have any problems."

  Duan Zixiu looked at his daughter with a relieved expression, nodding in satisfaction. His eldest daughter and youngest son were siblings from the same mother, both inheriting their parents' high spiritual power values. Not to mention Duan Yaqing's pharmaceutical talent, even 15-year-old Duan Yayan had already awakened as a warrior, becoming one of the most promising young talents in the fourth generation of the Duan family.

  As for the eldest son, Duan Zhixiu looked at the young man on the bed with disgust. The low spiritual power was nothing, and even if he couldn't become a contractor like his birth mother, it would be disappointing at most, after all, the number of contractors was really too small, and the Duan family wasn't unable to raise an incompetent person, but unexpectedly, he dared to steal the evolution agent.

  With his D-level spiritual power, becoming a warrior is simply cannon fodder, and he even tries to ruin his daughter's happiness, which makes people unbearable. This also made Duan Zhixiu's guilt and worry about Duan Chuyou almost dying disappear.

  Duan Yaqing saw the change in Duan Zhi's expression, sympathetically glanced at Duan Chu, and said considerately: "Dad, it'll be just a few more days before the formal engagement banquet. I should try to make Seventh Brother understand again. Fortunately, he didn't get his hands on the evolution agent, only mistakenly took the Mind Concentration Agent. Seventh Brother is lucky."

  Once a warrior, whether born with innate abilities or becoming one through evolution agents, cannot do without the soothing guidance of a contractor. Due to the rarity of contractors, most warriors rely on spirit stabilizers to calm their out-of-control spiritual power. However, for a low-ranking and unpromising artificial warrior, obtaining a bottle of spirit stabilizer is extremely difficult. Even for the noble Duan family, spirit stabilizers are not always available. Duan Chuyin becoming a warrior would only lead to a tragic end of exploding his body.

  Duan Zhixiu also thought of this and felt that his eldest son had lost face, not even bothering to speak to him again. With a look of impatience, he turned around and left.

  Ning Kang Zhi, who was startled by the conversation between the two people, vaguely heard the man reach the door and coldly order someone to take away all communication tools, and not allow anyone to leave the room before the engagement banquet.

  Ning Kang's heart tightened, these people were not speaking the common language of Huaxia, nor was it any language he understood, yet he somehow comprehended everything, as if by instinct. And what about awakening, contractees, warriors? He had heard those terms from the Demosians who saved him before, but what about evolution agents and spiritual power values? And when this girl mentioned "seventh brother", did she mean him?

  Ning Kang endured the dizziness in his brain and the inexplicable fear in his heart, trying his best to remain calm, staring at the girl whose smile remained unchanged but eyes turned eerie after the man left.

  "Look, even your father has given up on you. And as for Meng Da-ge, do you think he really likes you?" The girl's previous gentleness was gone, her bright face full of triumph, looking down at the young man who was already trembling uncontrollably, she sneered: "Why don't you think about it, why did he agree to get engaged with me as soon as you turned 18? It's just that he found out your mother is a low-spirited contractor, and he thought you had hope too. Unfortunately, before the age of 18, you didn't awaken as a contractor, this life, you're nothing but a low-spirited waste, tsk tsk..."

  With a loud "boom", Ning Kang only felt that something in front of him had exploded, and the familiar yet strange energy once again clashed inside his body. He curled up in agony, clutching the quilt with his hands, his veins bulging.

  Duan Yaqing thought he had understood her meaning, with a malicious curve of his lips, he straightened up, and she restored her former gentle elegance, slowly leaving with a swaying gait.

  He lifted his head, and in his blurry vision, he saw the woman's figure disappear at the door. Unable to bear it, he opened his mouth, but a gurgling sound came from his throat, and the sweet blood finally spurted out. His already weak body couldn't withstand such intense emotional changes. With a "thud", Ning Kangzhi lost control and fell forward, heavily crashing to the ground and fainting away.

  The guard at the door, hearing something amiss, hastily pushed open the door and saw a young man curled up on the ground. His pale and unsightly complexion, tightly furrowed brows, bloodstains at the corners of his mouth, and his body twitching from time to time all indicated that he was enduring immense pain. The two men exchanged a glance, then resignedly lifted him onto the bed.

  One of the shorter guards looked at the young man's disheveled appearance, softened in his heart, and turned to ask his companion: "Kunnil, shall we invite a doctor?"

  The companion called Kunier looked down, shook his head and scolded in a low voice: "Pres, the young lady just left, we're going to ask for a doctor, you don't want to do it anymore."

  Pu Rui curled his lip, indeed they couldn't interfere with the family's affairs. Everyone knew that Xun Gui was notorious for being troublesome. These people who had experienced the battlefield wouldn't underestimate her just because she looked gentle and kind. That woman had been a mistress for many years, if she were really harmless, how could it be so coincidental that the master followed soon after, and at the time when Seventh Young Master was severely injured and half unconscious, he was completely cut off from contact with the outside world.

  "Is the Seventh Young Master really okay?" Pres asked. To be honest, he wasn't very sympathetic to this young master either. People with low spiritual strength were indeed in a difficult situation among the noble families. But compared to ordinary people outside, it was still better off. At least within the castle walls, life wouldn't be threatened, and one wouldn't go hungry or naked. He just didn't want to watch an eighteen-year-old youth die like this. In the harsh survival of the galaxy, the lives of their own kind were precious.

  "The doctor has seen him before, but he's been taking nerve tonics and his muscles and nerves are severely damaged. After all, he's the Seventh Young Master, if someone were to die, do you think Third Master would still keep him locked up?" Kunnier snorted coldly, he didn't care about these messy things.

  In Kunier's view, an ordinary person like Seventh Young Master with such low spiritual power should not have pinned his hopes on becoming a contractor. Although the awakening of contractors is not restricted by spiritual power values, contractors themselves are too rare; if heredity were truly effective, there wouldn't be nearly a thousand innate warriors for just one contractor.

  Pures also knew the nature of his companion, smiled and quickly used a purifier to remove the bloodstains from Duanchu's body and the bed, fed him a nutrient solution, and then took away all contact methods and sharp objects that could be used for self-harm in the room. The two left the room together.

  No one saw the young man suddenly convulse violently twice, with fresh blood from the corner of his mouth staining the pillowcase red again. A teardrop rolled down from his pale cheek, as if something had quietly disappeared.

  It wasn't long before the sky grew darker, and the soft wall lamps in the room automatically lit up. "Cough cough cough", after a fit of coughing, the young man on the bed opened his eyes, his dark pupils showed no signs of pain, but instead looked calm and tired, as if the excitement had exhausted all his energy.

  Suddenly thought of something, the young man suddenly turned over, but because he used too much force and his body was too weak, he fell to the ground with a thud.

  "Uh!" He subconsciously let out a low hum, and then his eyes widened in surprise. Could he make sounds now? Ning Kang's face had just lit up with joy when he thought of the memory of someone he had vaguely seen before. He sat on the ground, fumbling around until he pressed something, and the blue wall became transparent. Lifting his head, he could clearly see a large and small orange sphere suspended in mid-air, exactly like the one he had seen in his dreams. But there was no Earth, nor was there Planet Demos, in this person's memories.

  In a daze, he didn't even know whether he was Ning Kangzhi who died unjustly or Duan Chu whose soul collapsed in despair. Both were killed by their lovers' schemes. One was passive, the other active.

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