The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 401

Chapter 401 Let It Go

Chapter 401 Let It Go

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Onyx’s eyes reddened again. He lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, “What do you mean? Who asked you to let it go? We’re soldiers you trained–not some burden you picked up! When you saved us, why didn’t you think we were trouble then?”

At that, Owen fell silent. Baxter, who stood off to the side, let out a sigh.

He said softly, “Onyx, how much do you actually know about that mission back then?”

Onyx nodded, then shook his head. “All I heard was that it was a rescue operation, and that Captain Brawn got injured during the evacuation. The details… the military sealed the files. Our clearance wasn’t high enough”

Baxter glanced at Owen. Seeing that Owen didn’t stop him, he continued softly, “That was six years ago. Your group of recruits has only been with the unit for three months, right?”

Onyx froze for a moment, then nodded quickly. “Yeah. Third month. I remember that day…”

That day, your unit was assigned to perimeter security. Communications were cut off, and your coordinates were exposed. The nerry launched a surprise strike with full firepower coverage. Your nine–man squad got pinned down in a ravine.” Baxter’s tone tayed steady, but there was a faint catch in his voice. “At that time, your captain had already completed the primary mission and ed his team back to the safe zone. But the moment he received your distress signal, he turned back without hesitation. On the nost heavily suppressed stretch of that route, he held the line with his mech for 17 minutes–until reinforcements arrived.”

le paused. “The mech’s core cockpit was breached. He sustained penetrating wounds to his left arm, right leg, and spine. His nental power overloaded and burned through its threshold on the spot. The doctors said it was a miracle he survived.”

nyx went completely still.

wen had used 17 minutes to hold off a barrage powerful enough to tear apart a mech, with nothing but flesh and will.

lack then, all they knew was that their captain had been gravely injured and forced into retirement. All they saw in the mission eport was the cold, impersonal line “Injured during evacuation” They never knew about those 17 minutes. They never knew that very second had been paid for with his life burning away, traded at the brink of collapse.

Captain Brawn…” Onyx’s throat tightened with countless unspoken words, In the end, only those two syllables escaped before he ell silent again

wwen didn’t look at him. He just said quietly, “It’s done. No point digging it up now” After a pause, his you dropped even lower Every last one of you made it out. I’d call that a fair trade”

The scene fell into silence

Beanie had crept over at some point, eyessed from listening. He sniffed and said in a choked voice

sero.

Captam Bawvity you rea

Owen glanced at him, but he didn’t respond to that He simply said, “It’s all in the past

‘Then later

Onyx couldn’t let it go “Why did you cut off all contact! We sent you money but you sent it back. We wrote letters, and you never replied We tried to pass messages through others, and you wouldn t even feet us capton Brawn we weren’t trying to burden you We just wanted to know if you were fine if there was anything we could do to help

Owen moved his alloy hand slightly A fait mechanical fiction ame from the joints

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Chapter 401 Let It Go

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“you guys had only been in the unit a few months. What could that tiny stipend possibly cover?” His tone was flat. “You send it to me, then have nothing left for yourselves? Of course, I sent it back.”

“But-”

“No buts.” Owen cut him off. After a moment, his tone softened a little. “Besides, back then, I didn’t know how much longer I had. With mental power damage at that level, I took it one day at a time. Any day could have been my last. No point in making you carry the memory of a dead man.”

He said it casually, but everyone listening felt like their hearts were being gripped tight.

Elizabeth had been quietly listening the whole time. At that moment, she finally spoke softly, “So how did you end up at the farm?”

Linnea glanced at her, gratitude flickering in her eyes as she picked up the thread. “It was part of a social resettlement program from the rehabilitation center. Retired soldiers whose mental power damage exceeds the threshold are supposed to be sent to designated sectors for long–term supervision. Back then, the list had us assigned to Waste Planet E47. You know what places like that are like. Officially, they call it rehabilitation, but in reality…”

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