Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333 It’s Really Him

There was only one simple rule-work. In return, they might earn approval and maybe rewards.

Using the skills they were forced to learn, they had gained a certain amount of respect. They could even help others.

That brand-new “sense of value” was dangerously tempting for spoiled rich kids who grew up with both rejection and overindulgence.

Of course, none of them said it aloud.

They were afraid people would laugh at them.

But their view of the farm had already shifted.

It wasn’t just a place they entered to “make up” for their mistakes anymore. Somehow, it began to feel like a place where they could hold onto a small, strange bit of hope.

The Third Military’s family group arrived, touching down in several quiet but top-class private spaceships.

Orion walked near the back of the line. At his side was Humus, whose hair had turned gray but whose posture stayed perfectly straight.

Orion wore plain dark casual clothes. His face stayed calm and unreadable as his eyes moved over the slightly rough land and the faint green area far ahead.

Most of the others were relatives, distant family members, or branch heirs of high-ranking officers and powerful figures from the Third Military. All of them dressed carefully, their expressions mixing curiosity, control, and a faint sense of pride that was hard to hide.

They spoke quietly among themselves. Their talk kept circling back to the farm they were about to visit and the mysterious owner, their voices holding both curiosity and a casual disregard for the so-called rules.

Orion stayed silent among them, looking somewhat out of place.

They took the prepared hover cars and headed toward the farm entrance.

As expected, there was already a long line waiting.

All sorts of people stood there, including some familiar faces from other military families.

The invisible barrier and the stone-faced guard, Desmond, became the first test everyone had to pass. When it was the Third Military group’s turn, a small wave of tension passed through them.

Someone was stopped because of past inappropriate comments. His face turned red, then pale, as he argued with Desmond and even tried to rely on his family name-only to be rejected with the same cold

response.

Orion waited quietly.

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Chapter 333 It’s Really

When his turn came, he stepped forward and gave his name.

The holographic screen in Desmond’s hand flashed while checking the data, then he nodded. “Sir, your reservation is confirmed.”

Orion gave a small nod and motioned for Humus to follow him. Behind them, a few people from their group who were denied entry muttered in frustration, watching as Orion calmly moved ahead.

He then headed toward the nearby market area.

Fresh air brushed against his face, carrying the smell of soil and fresh produce. In the distance were wide rows and greenhouses. Nearby, the selling area buzzed with people, yet everything remained well- controlled.

Orion’s eyes scanned the scene before stopping at one stall, where a tall figure was talking to customers.

The man stood with his back to Orion. He wore the farm’s standard dark-blue work clothes, stood upright, moved smoothly, and helped an elderly couple lift heavy boxes of produce onto a hovering cart.

Just seeing his back made Orion’s chest tighten, forcing him to stop walking.

Humus noticed and asked softly, “Mr. Orion?”

Orion didn’t reply. He kept staring that way.

Then the man turned around, showing a sharp face marked by hardship, but with bright, steady eyes.

It was Melton.

It’s really him!

Orion’s breath caught.

He had searched for Melton for so long, using every connection he had, no matter how small. He had even personally gone to the military’s wounded-veteran resettlement center several times. Every time, the answers were unclear or simply, “No such person.”

The hidden interference had been far deeper than he thought.

His comrade had fought beside him on the battlefield and tried to cover his retreat at the very end. He had almost believed that Melton had ended up like many other forgotten wounded soldiers, collapsing and disappearing quietly into darkness.

But now, Melton stood right here under the sunlight, looking good.

There were none of the usual signs of mental power damage-no slow reactions, no constant pain, no instability.

If anything, his calm and steady presence felt even stronger than the sharp, elite soldier Orion remembered, like time had turned him into something solid and unshakable.

“Melton…” Orion spoke, his voice rough and dry.

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Chapter 333-It’s Really Mim

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