The warden of the Eighth Prison was in a foul mood.
The reason for his displeasure was that he desperately wanted to know when this little beast's differentiation period would finally end!
He had been waiting for this little beast to finish for a very, very long time, but there had been no response.
This little beast's differentiation period had never ended.
This made the warden extremely unhappy.
Moreover, as time passed, the little beast began to absorb more and more of his mental energy, to the point where even he started to feel the strain.
He had never assisted a young beast through differentiation, so he had no idea if this was normal or not.
But sometimes, seeing the little beast sleeping so soundly, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and wish he could just throw it out!
This little beast was draining too much of his mental energy!
Just as his subordinate arrived, he encountered his boss grinding his teeth, which startled him. After all, he rarely saw his boss in such a furious, teeth-gritting state.
"Boss, what's wrong?"
He was astonished and curious as to what had happened to make his boss wear such an expression.
The man before him gritted his teeth with icy coldness, his voice chilling to the bone!
"I really should just throw this damn little beast out!"
The other party hesitated for a moment.
"Throw... throw it out?"
The man snorted, a cold, mocking laugh laced in his tone.
"Of course."
"What use is this thing? This thing is just a huge problem thrown over by the Canghai Empire! Now that the Canghai Empire is on the verge of collapse, they don't need such 'prisoners.' We should just chuck this little beast out!"
The man's voice was chillingly cold.
The man opposite him gasped, offering a wry smile as he looked at the man before him and began to plead for the pitiful little beast.
"Sir, please spare the poor little beast."
"It looks so small and innocent. If you throw it out like this, I believe it will surely die!"
The man's tone was almost pleading, but the warden of the Eighth Prison remained unmoved.
His mental energy had been almost completely depleted by this little beast in just a few days.
Yet, the little beast showed no signs of finishing its differentiation period; it was an endless bottomless pit!
The warden of the Eighth Prison sneered, gritting his teeth, his expression growing even colder.
"Impossible."
"Its existence is simply a waste of air."
He reached out to pick up the little beast, but at the next moment, the furry little fox in his palm suddenly began to twitch rapidly.
The little fox's body convulsed, even foaming at the mouth, looking utterly pathetic.
Seeing the little fox's convulsing body, the warden frowned and then gently stroked it a couple of times.
"Is it... about to complete its differentiation?"
"Tell me, you've read books on young beast differentiation, right? Is its current state a sign that it's about to finish?"
The warden tilted his head, carefully observing the little fox before him, seeking an answer.
The subordinate opposite him was startled.
"No, no, no, no... this is... this is a sign of failed differentiation!"
"This is very bad... this little beast could die at any moment... it could die at any moment!"
The subordinate was extremely nervous, his lips even turning pale.
He raised his head tremblingly and pleaded with the most urgent tone.
"Warden, please show some mercy and save this little fox. If you don't save it, it might just die!"
"I beg you, Warden..."
His tone was filled with entreaty.
However, on the warden's extremely handsome and stern face, his expression remained cold and aloof, a hint of icy mockery on his lips.
"Show mercy?"
"Do I look like someone who is soft-hearted and utterly foolish?"
"Begging me, what use is it? Aren't all the prisoners in the Eighth Prison pitiful to the extreme? Heh, if I had to save everyone who begged me, then this prison should just be disbanded."
"What interstellar prison? We might as well rename it the Interstellar Bandit's Den, wouldn't that be better?"
He meant it as a taunt.
Unexpectedly, the other party hesitated for a moment and then said softly.
"Actually... that wouldn't be bad."
The other party's voice was very faint.
"Sir, I know... only you have the ability."
The man opposite grabbed the exceedingly fragile little fox by the neck.
This little fox was so fragile that its eyes could not even open.
It swayed unsteadily, its fur looking incredibly fine, slender, and fragile.
"Would it be a pity if it died?"
"Throw it out, discard it."
"There's a trash can outside, just let it float off into outer space."
His subordinate still wanted to struggle a bit more.
But...
In the end, he said nothing.
He could only quietly pick up the little fox, then cautiously walk out. Looking at the enormous trash can in the distance, he suppressed the pain in his heart and placed the pitiful little fox inside.
His eyes were reddening.
But he had no power to save the little fox!
Seeing that the little fox was on the verge of differentiation failure, all that awaited it was the tragic fate of death!
...
When Lin Muci woke up, she felt as if there was some damp liquid around her body.
There was also an indescribable peculiar smell, like some kind of special metallic scent, which made her feel instinctively nauseous.
She reached out to rub her eyes but suddenly realized something was wrong.
Her palm—
It seemed no longer to be the furry paw it was before, but had transformed into a hand!
She widened her eyes in shock, looking at her own palm.
Then, with a gulp, she wriggled out of a cylindrical object.
She looked around in confusion... she seemed to be in a...
Huge, abandoned junkyard?
Surrounding her were various fragments of metal, as well as strange, colorful liquids that emitted a foul, pungent odor.
She lowered her head and looked at her body, realizing she looked like a... young girl.
Fortunately, she was wearing a pink and white dress, which was decent enough and didn't leave her exposed.
But...
Why was she in this enormous junkyard, Ling Qianhe?
Wasn't she supposed to be by Ling Qianhe's side?
Lin Muci was unaware that she had been considered a defective product that failed differentiation by Ling Qianhe and was discarded like trash. And now, Lin Muci looked up in confusion, and then she saw a colossal, incredibly dazzling spaceship fly directly overhead!
Lin Muci's eyes widened.
What... what was that?
That spaceship looked so cool.
If only that thing could belong to her!