Chapter 5: Five Years Old, A Year of Hell

The day after Xuchu entered the nutrition pod, the Giant began assigning work to Xurui.

Her first task was already difficult: Xurui had to drive the terrain exploration vehicle alone to a base several hundred kilometers away to fetch water and food.

At five years old, Xurui couldn’t even reach the brake pedal. After driving only a few kilometers, she crashed into a reef.

Dragging her exhausted body back to the cave, she was covered in blood.

The Giant, busy researching equipment in the lab, glanced at her indifferently and pointed to a dusty metal box nearby.

“There’s medicine there. Treat yourself.”

Xurui didn’t complain and obediently went to dress her wounds.

“My body’s too small to reach the brake. Do you have a solution?” she asked.

The Giant pointed to a robot on the table beside them. “Use it to drive.”

Without further words, Xurui took the controller and operated the robot, sitting on the terrain vehicle.

It wasn’t until dusk that she finally arrived at her destination.

It was an underground base, half of which was hidden beneath the rocks.

Xurui entered alone to carry supplies.

Though only five, she was already strong enough to carry a hundred-pound bucket of water.

She made more than a dozen trips back and forth, working for three hours before loading all the supplies onto the vehicle.

On the return journey, the robot drove while she curled up in the passenger seat and fell into a deep sleep.

Back at the cave, she rested while drinking nutrient fluid. The Giant approached and placed a map beside her.

“Go to the C-sector junkyard and find these items.”

Xurui nodded. “Okay.”

In the time that followed, Xurui grew even busier.

The Giant assigned her chaotic and varied tasks, many of which were life-threatening.

Surface exploration, searching extreme areas for ore, scavenging useful equipment scraps from junkyards, hunting fierce beasts on Silver Frost Star.

She overturned several times, nearly losing her life, but clenched her teeth and persevered.

She grew increasingly silent and haggard, her body accumulating more and more injuries—new wounds piling atop old ones, a heart-wrenching sight.

The only thing sustaining her was her brother, who lay asleep inside the nutrition pod.

Every time she finished her work, she would press her face against the pod’s glass, staring at him with a smile of happiness.

Time on the screen flew by rapidly—simple scenes, yet all deeply moving.

For half a year, Xurui lived a life beyond human endurance.

That year, she was only six years old.

What were other six-year-olds doing?

Growing up healthily under the care of robotic nannies.

Learning to speak with their parents by their side, dreaming of what food to eat tomorrow, what games to play.

But Xurui, in her delicate little body, seemed to harbor the soul of an adult.

“Brother, you’ll get better, right?”

Before sleep, worn out and pale, Xurui whispered against the glass of the nutrition pod.

Xuchu’s body trembled violently, staggering backward in disarray, his face ashen, eyes bloodshot and fixed on the image before him.

Why treat him this way?

Xurui had always calculated against him, envied him, even unwilling to see him have a happy family.

Yet here on Silver Frost Star, why did she... love him like this?

Buxingye sneered, “What’s the matter, Boss Chu? Are you moved?”

“She just habitually projects her surplus emotions onto someone else. It’s her self-protection mechanism.”

“Even if it’s not you, she’d do the same—give her heart and soul to the other person, and then, when they’re at their lowest, stab them cruelly.”

His pupils were pitch black, like bottomless voids that swallowed all light.

His mech suit was a vivid red, but no matter how bright, it couldn’t dispel the gloom hanging over him.

Xuchu exhaled deeply, snapping back to reality, rasping, “You’re right.”

The other men fell into thoughtful silence.

...

One year later.

After completing a task, Xurui returned to the cave. The Giant said, “His condition hasn’t improved at all.”

Xurui seemed to have expected this, accepting it calmly.

“Implement Plan B.”

With that, she strode toward the laboratory bench.

The Giant carried Xuchu out and laid him on a clean bed.

Xurui sat on the bench, curiously eyeing the cold glint of the needles nearby.

The Giant asked, “Are you sure about this? That boy has genetic defects. Even if we use your spinal fluid to boost his stamina, it might not help much.”

He hesitated, a rare flicker of doubt crossing his face. “Besides... forcibly extracting spinal fluid like this is painful. Can you endure it?”

Xurui moved decisively, lying down on the bed. “Hurry up.”

The Giant pressed a button.

The instruments around the bench whirred to life.

Xurui’s limbs and head were secured, and hundreds of needles plunged into her body from all directions.

Sudden, overwhelming pain struck. Xurui groaned softly, biting her lip until it bled, blood tracing the corners of her mouth.

The square was silent.

Everyone focused intently on the screen.

This delicate child, lying on the cold, sterile bench, enduring the torment of her spinal fluid being drained.

Her face drained of color, eyes closed tightly, brows furrowed, her frail body as thin as paper.

How much must it have hurt?

Someone sighed, “Regardless of anything else, Xurui has truly done her utmost for her brother. For a child to endure such pain just to improve his genes—that’s not a decision most could make.”

Others retorted, “I think she’s scary. Only six and already such a tolerance for pain. No wonder she might develop psychological issues later.”

“Yeah, all her suffering is because of that Niels person, right? How did she come to blame Boss Chu for all her misfortunes? I heard she even disfigured his face.”

Xuchu pressed his lips tightly, pale-faced, a bitter smile twitching at his mouth.

It might truly be so.

Could it be that when they reunite years later, Xurui harms his wife and children?

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