The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377 A Breaking Point

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The hatch slid open. Domine and Emmett worked together to lift him–still thrashing unconsciously–and carefully placed him inside the medical pod.

Another teammate quickly adjusted the settings, activating the “deep sedation and mental power stabilization” program.

A soft green glow enveloped Norman, and a faint hum filled the chamber.

Specialized energy fields and calming waves began to act on his violently unstable mental power.

Gradually, his movements weakened, and his bloodshot eyes slowly closed. His rapid breathing also eased into something slower, steadier. At last, he fell into a forced,‘guided deep sleep.

Only the quiet hum of the medical pod remained in the tunnel, along with the heavy breathing of the men.

Dominic wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Emmett, who was equally drenched, still shaken. “Bro, sorry. We misread that.”

Emmett waved it off, catching his breath. His gaze drifted to the silver–gray combat suits of the three men. They were still unmistakable even under layers of dust. Something flickered in his eyes. Envy, nostalgia, and a trace of something dimmer.

“It’s fine. You’re with the First Military, right?” His voice was rough, worn down by years in the mines.

“We are,” Dominic nodded, studying him in return.

Despite the worn miner’s clothes and the scar on his face, the man’s/decisiveness under pressure, the instinctive combat control he showed earlier, and the sharpness still lingering in his eyes were obvious. “You used to serve too?”

Emmett gave a faint, humorless smile. “Fifth Military. I was in the Recon unit. My name’s Emmett Goodwin, and I was discharged three years ago.” He said it simply.

Fifth Military.

The words hung in the air for a moment.

The tension between the First Military and the Fifth Military’s leadership was practically an open secret across the kingdom. Even at the lower ranks, rivalry wasn’t uncommon.

No one expected to meet like this, not here, and definitely not like this.

Dominic paused, choosing not to pursue that thread. Instead, he turned his gaze to Norman inside the pod, his brow tightly furrowed. “Norman’s last mental power evaluation before discharge showed 65% damage. It’s been less than three years. How did it deteriorate this fast that it went straight into collapse?”

It was too fast and far beyond the normal progression curve.

Emmett sighed, gesturing at the dim, suffocating tunnel around them. “You’ve seen this place. It has high radiation, heavy mental contamination, and a brutal workload. Not to mention, the psychological pressure… Norman’s been here for over two years. To earn more, he takes the most dangerous jobs and the longest shifts, as if he were trying to kill himself slowly. He was already damaged to begin with, so staying here just speeds it up. Honestly, even a healthy person would crack after long enough.”

He paused, his voice dropping lower. “Truth is, he’s been off for a while. His eyes would go blank, and his reactions would slow. The

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headaches got worse and more frequent. I told him to quit more than once and to go home. Money’s not worth it. But he just shook his head and said he’d hang on a little longer, just until he saved enough for his daughter’s surgery… Just now, I was telling him again. He said he could still hold on. Then before he could finish his sentence…

Dominic listened, his heart sinking into something cold and heavy.

For his daughter, Norman had been feeding his life, piece by piece, into this.devouring mine.

At that moment, a faint groan came from inside the pod. Norman’s eyelids twitched. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

The deep sedation mode had restored some clarity. His gaze was still exhausted and unfocused, but he was no longer feral.

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