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Chapter 033: The Doting Father's Huge Appetite, Truly a Masterpiece

"He was very emotionally unstable after not seeing you. He injured a servant and smashed a disinfectant sprayer when the medical officer tried to treat him, so we had to lock him up."

"Is he alright?"

"It's nothing serious."

Deyang couldn't sit still any longer and urged them to release the people.

The two people took the elevator to the prison area.

Four fully armed Stormtroopers stood outside the heavy gate, their expressions wary.

"Open it," Dejan said to the captain of the guard.

The captain hesitated, glancing at Sister Martha, who nodded slightly.

The gate slid open with a hydraulic hum.

Upon seeing Dejan, Pete toned down his fierce demeanor and reverted to his usual goofy self.

His kindness and gentleness were only shown to Deyang.

"Boss."

Once Dejan confirmed that Pete was alright, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Idiot, come out now."

"oh."

Are you hungry?

Those three words made Pete clutch his stomach and nod vigorously.

Instead of asking more questions, Dejan turned to Marta and asked, "Madam, could you get us something to eat?"

"Of course, no problem, this way please." Marta smiled and led the way.

The judges' living conditions were significantly worse than those of wealthy merchants and wanderers like Elijah Coron.

This can be seen from the food provided by Sister Martha.

Nutrient-rich but tasteless grayish-brown nutritional paste, synthetic bread so hard you could hammer nails into it, and a cup of recycled water with a slightly rusty taste.

Dejan had worked in the lower nest before, so he was able to adapt.

"The fleet hasn't been resupplyed for a while," Sister Martha explained.

Dejan expressed his understanding, picked up his glass, took a sip, and then changed the subject, asking, "By the way, is there any follow-up from Gondor? How is the Empire handling this?"

"While you were at rest, Inquisitor Alonso issued the extermination order, and Gondor is now history."

Dejan froze, stunned by the cruel reality, and remained silent for a long while before finally swallowing.

Having lived in Gondor and interacted with the Gondors, it would be difficult for him to remain unmoved upon hearing this news.

Over a billion people... just like that, gone.

That's ruthless, Alonso!

From the perspective of a 3K human's basic values, what Alonso did is simply outrageous and a complete waste of resources!

One planet, over a billion people.

A vortex torpedo or a virus bomb would fall and leave nothing but desolation.

It's outright genocide.

However, after experiencing so much, Dejan actually came to somewhat agree with Alonso's approach; extermination seemed to be the most efficient option.

Gondor is poor in resources and has a harsh environment, with little high-value output. The only things that the Empire values ​​are blood tax and minerals.

Mobilizing a large armed force to painstakingly eradicate demons, remnants of the undead, and cunning cults for the sake of blood tax and ore is not worthwhile. It could take decades and there is a high probability that the situation will not be suppressed.

It would be better to issue an extermination order once and for all.

So what if over a billion people died?

The empire lacks everything except people.

What a cesspool this world truly is!

Deyan grabbed the synthetic bread and took a big bite. Suddenly, a slight stinging pain, like being pricked by a needle, came from his mind, accompanied by a feeling of nausea that came up inexplicably in his throat.

Is the food poisoned?

Dejan glanced subconsciously at Pete, who was enjoying his meal, and at Marta, who was eating the same thing without any apparent difference, and then dismissed his suspicions.

What happened?

Could it be that his brain was damaged?

After finishing his meal, Dejan, accompanied by Marta, went to see the medical officer for a full check-up.

Apart from the original injury, no other cause for the symptoms was found.

This is strange.

Deyan returned to his rest pod and sat on his bed, pondering the problem.

The character attribute status bar features eye-catching red text.

[Infected with the disease...]

"What kind of illness could cause that condition, ah..." Dejan closed his eyes and carefully savored the feeling, "It's like... a piercing pain that tears your soul apart."

"That's right, it's a divine plague targeting the soul."

The sudden sound made Dejan open his eyes abruptly. He jumped up, drew his explosive pistol, and demanded sharply, "Who goes there?"

The sound echoed inside the cabin.

No one answered.

Because it is a communication at the level of consciousness.

Azagorod the Nightbringer.

Deyang realized what was happening.

"It was you! You did it!"

"It wasn't me. The plague wielder is someone else. I'm completely bound by this artifact; I can't do anything." Azagorod said helplessly and dejectedly, "This artifact is so powerful, is it a creation of the Old Ones?"

Is it someone else?

Dejan fell into deep thought, remembering Elijah.

Could it be that when the benevolent father withdrew his blessing, he also scooped up a ladle of excrement from the subspace onto his head?

Damn, that's probably it!

What a plague! Only a scoundrel would use poison.

So you're resorting to underhanded tactics if you don't accept his offer?

They've been targeted by another evil god.

Dejan felt a chill run down his spine. Wasn't he following Mortalian's script right now?

Plagued by the disease and unable to endure the endless torment, he finally knelt down and became a dog under his loving father's large stomach.

No!

He didn't want to become a monster covered in pustules and boils, riding on rotting flies.

Seemingly sensing fear, the Nightbringers seized the opportunity to enter.

"I can help you!"

Deyang became extremely vigilant.

The old man in the ring could be a benefactor who gives you cultivation techniques and resources, or he could be a demon who wants to possess your body.

Azagorod, the Nightbringer, looks exactly like the latter.

"You'd be that kind?"

"Only if you help me find the other scattered fragments."

He really did hold back his fart!

We're just waiting here.

I want to fuse other fragments to restore the complete form.

Dejan resolutely refused.

"Wishful thinking. Besides, if you were really that awesome, would you have been blasted into dust back then?"

Those who embrace the night break through the great defenses, their consciousness suddenly boiling over.

"That's because I was injured in the battle with the Ancient Saints, and my condition was already poor. Later, I was weakened by the civil war, which allowed the undead to launch a sneak attack."

Otherwise, wiping out all the undead would be a piece of cake for me. I'll settle this score with them sooner or later!

A loss is a loss; there's no need to make so many excuses.

Deyang shook his head, stating his position firmly.

"Forget about it, I won't help you find the other fragments."

"Heh, don't speak too soon." The Night Bearer wasn't in a hurry, as leisurely as a fisherman waiting for a bite. "The symptoms have only just begun to appear. As the soul's corruption deepens, you will feel unbearable pain and torment. At that time, you will agree."

The cabin returned to calm, with only the faint airflow from the vents and Dejan's panting. He was not defeated; his eyes blazed with a strong will to survive and a fighting spirit.

"It's better to rely on yourself than on others. I refuse to believe we can't find a way."

Dejan focused his mind, opened the Hextech Protocol Shop, scanned the various weapons, armor, and vehicles, and finally found a feasible solution in the Special Potions/Medical Subcategory.

[Panacea]

[Technological Products of the Golden Age]

[Description: The legendary panacea, employing molecular reconstruction and causal repair technology, can cure all diseases and injuries caused by viruses, bacteria, genetic factors, radiation, and even subspace pollution.]

Price: 50000 Hextech Crystals

Panacea!

It can cure all diseases, including subspace pollution!

A spark of hope ignited in Deyan's eyes.

Saved!

The current situation is that the Panacea option is grayed out, and you need to continue upgrading the Protocol Shop to unlock access, and it's not cheap, costing 50000 Hextech Crystals.

But at least there's something to look forward to.

Dejan took a deep breath, clapping his fists together, his face resolute under the light.

Save up crystals to upgrade your shop!

Dear Father, Subspace Glutton with a passion for cooking, when you see the Panacea, will you be so shocked that you overturn the giant cauldron?

……

With a survival crisis looming, Dejan couldn't comfortably stay aboard the Steel Judgment to recuperate; he desperately wanted to fight and collect crystals.

So when the Knight World Kataflax was suspected of rebelling and needed manpower to investigate, and Alonso was unable to spare the time, he stepped forward.

"Why don't you let me go?"