The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 476

Chapter 476 Running toward His Future

Chapter 476 Running Toward His Future

Newman’s eyes welled up. “You were good to me, Cyndi.”

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“Then how is it right for you to just walk out?” Cyndi’s voice stayed calm, but every word landed ie a needle in Newman’s heart.

At the doorway of the break room, a few of the other employees were peeking in, with someone muttering under their breath.

“Exactly. Ungrateful.”

“Cyndi was so good to him, and he just bails.”

“Total snake.”

Newman clenched his fists so tight his nails dug into his palms.

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“Cyndi,” he said, lifting his head, his eyes red but his voice steady, “everything you did for me, I’ll remember as long as I live Without you back then, I probably would have starved to death. But…”

He drew in a deep breath and went on. “But Cyndi, you know how much I want to repair mechs. That’s my dream. It’s been my dream since I was a kid. I put every single dollar I had into tuition for it.”

Cyndi looked at him without saying a word.

“At Seafarm Group, I was a sales clerk. Bagging produce, working the register, restocking shelves. I did it for three years, and the only real skill I picked up was how to push milk that’s about to expire.”

Newman’s voice trembled a little, but he kept going. “I take night classes for mech repair. I work during the day, study at night, so worn out I fall asleep standing up on the hover-bus. I never wanted to be a stock clerk for the rest of my life.”

Cyndi’s brow tightened.

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“Yeah, Seafarm Group’s in a rough patch right now, but it’s only temporary,” she said. “The fruits and vegetables section got hit, but that’s only a small piece of what we do. Meat, eggs, and dairy. We’ve still got a corner on that market. Once we shift our focus there, Seafarm Group will still be Seafarm Group, the biggest grocery chainyn the kingdom. The pay cut is just for now. Once we get back on our feet…”

Newman shook his head. “Cyndi, I can’t wait that long.”

He looked at her, his eyes shining. “It’s not about the pay. It’s not about room and board either. It’s about my dream. Out there, I get to learn how to repair ships. I get my hands on real engines. I learn real skills. And someday, I’ll build a mech of my own.”

When he said that last line, his voice was quiet, but there was a kind of light in his eyes that Cyndi had never seen before.

The kind of light only someone with a dream had.

Cyndi went silent.

She looked at this thin, small young man, looked at the way he stood there with red eyes but refused to back down, and suddenly she remembered a time, many years ago, when she had once had that same look in her eyes.

Back then, she had wanted to learn things too. Wanted to do something. Wanted to live a different kind of life.

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Chapter 476 Running founding Future

And after that?

After that, she went to Seafarm Croup, became a sales clerk, became a supervisor, and spent 20 years there.

A dream?

She had forgotten what that even was.

“Go,” Cyndi said, turning her back to him. “Once you’re gone, don’t come back.”

Her voice was a little hoarse, but it stayed steady,

Newman stood there looking at her turned back and bowed deeply.

“Cyndi, thank you. Really.” He turned and walked out of the break room, walked but of those doors he Prard walked through for three years.

The employees at the door watched him leave, some pursing their lips, some shaking their heads, some muttering “ungrateful” under their breath.

Newman didn’t look back.

He stepped out into the sunlight and took a deep breath.

The air smelled like flowers, like ripe fruit, and like something he had never quite smelled before. The smell of freedom.

He thought about what Tyson had said to him. “You’ll learn faster working with our senior mechanics than you ever would at night school.”

He thought about the words on that contract. “Spaceship Maintenance Position.”

He thought about himself as a little boy, pressed up against the window of a junkyard, staring at all those old, broken mech parts inside, sometimes for an entire afternoon.

Back then, he didn’t even know what those things were called. He just thought they looked cool.

Later he learned. Those were engines. Those were drive shafts. Those were power converters.

And later still, he started to dream.

He dreamed about himself sitting at a huge workbench, tools in his hands, with a real mech right in front of him.

He took off its outer shell and saw all those intricate parts inside, every one in its place, arranged like a tiny little city.

He fixed it, and it stood up, letting out a low, steady rumble.

He had been having that dream for ten years.

Now he was finally one step closer.

He picked up his pace and headed for home.

He had to pack. He was leaving first thing in the morning.

12:40 pm ⚫ p pp

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