Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 The Test

Chapter 8 The Test

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Don’t tell me they’re actually carrying a shuttle full of treatment metal. Gillian thought on the way to her sleep pod.

Once she left, Tristan’s gaze lingered afterker.

“Who let just anyone board a 9th Legion shuttle these days?” he muttered.

“Tristan, watch your mouth,” George snapped coldly. “She’s a dependent.”

“A dependent?” Tristan scoffed.

What kind of dependent extorts 200 million coins over a single phone call?

Tristan added, “Who knows what she’s really after? No one has joined the legion in three years, then suddenly she shows up. Black Rick ought to investigate her thoroughly.”

George’s warm expression vanished, replaced by a stern look. His hand stilled while serving the food.

Is he doubting Gillian’s intentions?

He replaced all three meat dishes with vegetables and pushed the tray over.

“Mr. Lawson,” George said pointedly, “does your father know you’re heading to Wasteland City?”

“What, is the 9th Legion scared to have me?” Tristan shot back.

George chuckled dryly, “Of course not. We’re just worried you won’t last a single day. You might beg to go home, and this shuttle only runs once a year.”

“If that girl can survive there,” Tristan snapped, “why can’t I?”

Tristan took his dinner and left without another word.

He sat down at an empty seat, opened the meal box, and his eye twitched. It was all green-fothing but bitter

melon.

Did Lt. Col. Parker do this on purpose?

He looked up, and the serving window was already dark and empty.

A familiar caller’s face popped up on his wrist terminal.

It’s such a hassle without an S-class military wrist terminal. Dad must already know I left Goldspine City.

He suddenly thought of Gillian, who’d thrown her wrist terminal away.

Tristan ripped off his own wrist terminal and tossed it into the nearby waste processor.

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Everything went quiet at once. His mood lightened, and he forced himself to eat the bitter melon.

He didn’t want to be the kind of person who wasted food on the 9th Legion shuttle.

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Gillian finished her meal quickly and waited quietly for George.

While she waited, she searched StarNet for information about nanotreatment metal, but found nothing.

However, on Void Star’s biggest auction site, someone was offering 100,000 coins for a single unit. The average beastman only made 5,000 coins a month, so 100,000 was an enormous sum.

“Ms. Sterling.”

George had arrived, and he brought Freya with him.

“Freya. George.” Gillian greeted them.

“I’m surprised you offered to help George, Gillian,” Freya said, her tone warm.

Most clerics kept their abilities hidden and hardly ever volunteered. She’d expected to have to persuade Gillian gently, but it turned out she didn’t need to.

“To be honest, I also have a favor to ask the 9th Legion,” Gillan said directly.

George smiled kindly, “Oh? Perhaps we can discuss it together, Ms. Sterling?”

Freya winked at Gillian, letting her know she had her support.

Gillian smiled sweetly. As a cleric, her senses were sharp-she could tell real kindness from malice. So far, her impression of the 9th Legion was good.

George quickly found a small conference room for them.

“I want to heal George, so he can recommend me for the 9th Legion’s medical team,” Gillian stated plainly. They

didn’t have much time.

If she wanted to figure out why the legion was completely wiped out in her previous life, she needed information. She couldn’t just sit around waiting in base housing.

“I’m a level 2 cleric. I don’t know if that’s enough to join the medical team.”

George looked thrilled, and Freya could barely believe their luck.

There were nearly a thousand level 2 and above clerics across Void Star, and none of them were under thirty. Gillian’s value was obvious.

“Do you have a Cleric License?” George asked.

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“was supposed to receive mine, but I ran into some trouble. I probably won’t be getting it now,” Gillian explained, exuding calm confidence. “Butthave the ability. Doesn’t Wasteland City value skill over a piece of paper?”

George’s eyes lit up. He held out his arm. “If you’re really a level 2 cleric, I’ll get you on the medical team-no license required.”

“Alright, George. Let’s start,” Gillian said.

She carefully removed the nanometal sheath from his arm. Her heart sank at what she’d suspected, while the other two were visibly excited.

Freya could barely contain her excitement. “I remember George’s arm was bitten by a taint-infected beast. Now there’s not even a scratch! Gillian, this nanotreatment metal is top-tier 100,000 coins for one doesn’t seem like a waste at all.”

“This one cost 100,000?” Gillian asked, more certain than ever that the legion was being scammed.

George laughed heartily, “With these, our boys won’t have to suffer anymore.”

“George,” Gillian said, her voice serious. “Do you really think you’re healed?”

George’s heart skipped a beat. He snapped his gaze to her. “What do you mean?”

Gillian gripped his arm firmly. Her psionic power pierced his skin, and blood welled up. On the surface, everything

looked normal.

George stayed still, jaw tight, wanting to see her real ability

Then Gillian’s power went deeper, slicing through the healthy-looking outer tissue.

A putrid stench filled the room. Beneath it was slimy, rotting flesh clinging to blackened bone.

“How is this possible?!” Freya gasped, leaning forward. “It’s the tant! It’s still here. It was never cleansed at all.”

The joy drained from George’s face, replaced by cold fury. “Someone actually dared to scam prs,” he growled.

Gillian didn’t stop. Her psionic power, soft and warm like golden sunlight, enveloped the wound. It burned away the taint bit by bit and cut out the rotten tissue.

“Just bear with me,” she whispered.

George didn’t make a single sound the entire time, not even after she finished bandaging him.

Gillian respected his toughness, yet her heart ached for him.

Freya slammed her fist on the table. “George, we need to shove these things right back in their faces!”

If it weren’t for Gillian, the entire 9th Legion might have been wiped out. A whole batch of the nanometal had already been given to badly injured soldiers. The thought terrified Freya.

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“George, we have to report this immediately!”

Gillian picked up the nanometal device from the table. The armband looked sleek.

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