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Time passed quickly, and the Mother Ship sailed calmly through the universe, getting closer to its destination, Wuyuan Star. There were no special events occurring; this was the tranquility after the war.
The interior of the Mother Ship gradually returned to normal, no longer shrouded in oppressive sorrow. The students began to smile, expressing their gratitude for surviving the aftermath.
Everyone's condition improved; even the toughest challenges could eventually be overcome, and that war was now a distant memory.
However, some individuals remained trapped in their shadows, especially Lin. Since that night, the wine storage room and the observation corridor became his refuge from sorrow.
Drinking to drown his sorrows only deepened his despair. The only way Lin could feel better was by numbing himself with one drink after another.
Outside the glass window lay a beautiful sea of stars, twinkling lights that evoked sadness when gazed upon for too long—especially for Lin, who was filled with melancholy.
He leaned against the glass window, occasionally turning to stare at the starry sky in a daze. The bottles beside him had piled up beyond counting; his eyes were glazed over, his face unshaven and weary.
He gulped down strong liquor as if it were water. When he drank too quickly, he would cough loudly, but he paid no mind, wiping his lips and continuing to drink.
At the other end of the corridor were Dream Source and Fatty, along with Lü Liang. They had tried to persuade Lin several times but to no avail; he always deflected them with a simple "I just want to be alone."
"Hey, brother, when will this end?" Fatty shook his head helplessly. As Lin's friend, this was the first time he had seen him like this; it felt strange and left him feeling powerless.
"Should I go talk to him again?" Lü Liang furrowed his brow and started to move forward but was stopped by Fatty.
Fatty shook his head and said softly, "Don't go. It will only make him more upset. Let him be for now; he'll come out of it eventually. Maybe he just needs a little more time..."
With that, both of them looked at Lin and sighed deeply.
In the back, although Dream Source remained silent, she felt more distressed than anyone else. No one understood Lin's pain better than she did. Their spiritual connection allowed Dream Source to share in Lin's suffering. She was sad but could not help him; she could only hope that Lin would soon find his way out of this darkness.
At that moment, the airlock door opened, and the three turned around, surprised by the arrival. Fatty exclaimed, "Teacher Bai, why are you out here? Shouldn't you be resting in the lounge?"
The newcomer was none other than the bearded Bai Quexin, whose amputated arm was still wrapped in medical equipment. It was impossible for his arm to heal in such a short time; it could only be temporarily stabilized.
However, Bai Quexin appeared to be in good spirits. As a powerful warrior, the loss of his arm would not hinder his progress. He still smiled carefree.
"Staying cooped up like that will drive anyone mad. It's not a big deal; I just lost an arm, not a leg. Of course, I need to get out and clear my head."
With that, Bai Quexin pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, flicked one out, and put it in his mouth, gesturing for Fatty to light it for him.
As smoke swirled around him, Bai Quexin inhaled deeply and muttered, "These two are suffocating me. That old Li won’t even let me smoke..."
"By the way, what are you three doing here?"
Coming back to reality, Bai Quexin noticed the worried expressions on their faces and asked for clarification. After hearing their descriptions, he frowned slightly.
Looking at Lin in the distance, Bai Quexin clicked his tongue and extinguished his cigarette butt. "Alright, I understand. I heard this kid wasn't doing well... You three go ahead and take care of your business; I'll handle this here and talk to him."
After sending the three away, Bai Quexin scratched his stubbly chin and walked over to Lin.
"Hey! Drinking alone here isn't very righteous, is it?"
Casually greeting him, Bai Quexin approached Lin's side and picked up a bottle of liquor. "Wow, good stuff! This Finnish bottle must be over fifty years old..."
"Teacher Bai?"
Upon seeing Bai Quexin, Lin Mili's eyes immediately cleared. He struggled to stand up but was pressed back down by Bai Quexin.
"Why are you so nervous? I'm your teacher, not your dad. Are you afraid of me?"
With that, Bai Quexin popped the cap off the bottle and took a big gulp, smacking his lips in satisfaction.
"That's not... Teacher Bai, your injury isn't healed yet. You can't drink alcohol..."
"Who said that? Drinking alcohol disinfects and helps the wound heal! Besides, such good wine shouldn't be wasted on someone like you who doesn't appreciate it!"
"Teacher Bai, I..."
"Alright, alright, enough talk. Let's drink!"
Without giving Lin a chance to protest, Bai Quexin raised the bottle and toasted with him. As they went back and forth, both of them became tipsy, and Lin was nearly overwhelmed by the alcohol.
As the saying goes, "drunken words are sober thoughts." After suppressing his emotions for so long, Lin finally let everything out, mumbling to himself.
Bai Quexin continued to drink one mouthful after another while quietly listening. After a long while of Lin's rambling, he finally looked up and shook his head, saying, "What a fool..."
"Ah, life is a long road; this lifetime is too long. Every moment can be a torment. You need to learn to forgive yourself..."
"You should think this way: although those classmates have died, they died with value. Their lives were exchanged for the notorious downfall of Bloodfang. What a great thing that is..."
Lin understood such profound truths, but he could only shake his head and smile bitterly.
Seeing Lin's expression, Bai Quexin realized his thoughts. He tilted his head back and took a swig of strong liquor, his gaze becoming increasingly hazy, and even his bushy beard seemed a bit tipsy.
He struggled to stand up, raised the bottle high, and began to sing loudly: "Let me toast to the bright future, and another to the past... Who hasn't experienced low valleys? Who hasn't gone through it?"
His voice suddenly rose, "You are too fragile, if the death of a companion can affect you like this, I advise you to switch boats and become a chef at some culinary school. The path of a warrior is not suitable for you!"
Lin's body trembled slightly; he lowered his head and said nothing.
"Since we have such good wine today, we need a good story, right? Alright, let me make you understand what true setbacks are!"
Perhaps recalling some past events, Bai Quexin's expression suddenly became serious. He drank one cup after another without speaking for a long time. When the bottle was finally empty, he exhaled a long breath of alcohol before speaking.
"Do you know why I am called Killer God Bai?"
Staring out at the starry sky, Bai Quexin's eyes sparkled unusually bright, reflecting the twinkling starlight as if his gaze was deeper than the sea of stars.
"Killer God Bai? Is it because you have killed many people?"
Lin struggled to stand up as well, joining Bai Quexin in gazing at the starry sea.
He sensed that this man with stories was about to share some extraordinary tales...
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