The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376 Into the Depths of Desperation

Dominic’s fists clenched so tightly they crackled, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He forced down the surge of emotion and asked in a low voice, “Ma’am, do you know which mining secto he’s in, or how to contact him?”

Megan shook her head, tears blurring her vision. “He only said KD-771. I don’t know exactly where As contact… he’s always the one who calls me. The number changes every time, so I can’t reach him.

That was enough.

Dominic stood up and said firmly, “Ma’am, don’t worry. We were sent here under orders to bring brother in-arms like him to a place where they can recover and maybe even heal. We’re heading to KD-771 to find him. You and Sophia get ready. Soon, your family will be reunited somewhere better.

Leaving behind some emergency funds and contact details, Dominic and his team wasted no time. They rushed to the spaceport and boarded the fastest military transport headed for the infamous mining work! -KD-771.

The surface of KD-771 was buried beneath thick clouds of toxic, radiation-laced dust that blocked out nearly all light.

Massive mechanized mining pits scarred the planet like open wounds, plunging into endless depths.

The makeshift living and work zones were barely protected by energy shields strong enough to keep out the worst of the environment, yet inside, the air was still thick with dust, noise, and an invisible weight that pressed down on the mind.

Wearing protective suits and armed with special clearance, Dominic and his two teammates entered Mining Sector 7, where Norman was believed to be.

The conditions were worse than mineral dust and machine oil.

expected. The energy

shields flickered weakly, and the air reeked of

Workers moved like lifeless parts on an assembly line, their eyes dull, their steps hurried.

After considerable effort, they finally got a lead from a miner who had just come off shift that Norman w still underground in the D-7 deep tunnel. He was working with a man named Emmett

Dominic’s heart tightened. D-7 was a high-incident zone and also the most radiation-heavy

They immediately contacted site management and demanded access below.

Descending in a rusted, rattling lift cage, the darkness closed in around them, bringing with it a crushin sense of pressure.

Only their helmet lamps and sparse safety lights along the rock walls provided famt illumination. When they finally reached the entrance to the D-7 munnel, they hadn’t even stepped inside befpire they

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Chapter 376 Into the Depths of Desperation

heard a suppressed, agonized roar. Then, they heard the sound of another man shouting in panic

“Norman! Hang on! The meds! Take the meds!”

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“Ah! My head! My head’s going to explode!!” It was Norman’s voice, but it was filled with a kind of pain and madness Dominic had never heard before.

The three men exchanged a glance. Alarm bells screamed in their minds as they rushed forward.

Deep inside the tunnel, under dim, flickering light, Norman was curled on the ground, clutching his head with both hands, his body convulsing violently, rolling as if trying to escape the agony.

Veins bulged across his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot, nearly bulging out. Incoherent screams tore from his throat.

Beside him, a broad-built man with a scar across his face, also in a miner’s uniform, was desperately trying to restrain him.

One hand clamped Norman’s jaw, while the other held a syringe, aiming for his neck.

However, Norman struggled too violently to hold still.

“Norman! Don’t move! The injection will help! Just hold on!” the scarred man shouted, drenched in sweat.

From Dominic’s perspective, the scene was easy to misread. It looked like a man was forcing an unknown substance into someone writhing in pain.

“Stop!” Dominic roared. He and his teammates lunged forward like predators, ready to subdue the scarred

man.

Emmett was startled for a split second, but he reacted fast.

Still pinning Norman down to keep him from hurting himself, he turned and shouted, “Don’t come any closer! His mental power is collapsing! Help me hold him down! This sedative has to go in now!”

Mental power collapse?!

Dominic and his team froze mid-motion. Only then did they truly see Norman’s condition and the standard-issue military-grade sedative in Emmett’s hand.

They realized their mistake instantly.

“Move! Help him!” Dominic barked. They rushed forward, and two of them pinned Norman down with all their strength. Meanwhile, the third assisted Emmett.

Seizing the moment, Emmett drove the needle into Norman’s neck with practiced precision, injecting the pale blue liquid.

But even after the powerful sedative entered his system, Norman didn’t calm down. If anything, the external stimulation seemed to push him further into frenzy. His bloodshot eyes lost all focus, and a beast-like rasp tore from his throat. His strength surged unnaturally.

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