6 Embrace

A long, deathly silence stretched out like an endless winter, cold and shivering.

Bohui was trapped in a nightmare.

In her dream, she transformed into a lonely little planet, aimlessly drifting through the vast universe, unable to nestle close to any other world, yet unable to halt her own journey.

She wept bitterly; her tears floated away like transparent gems, rolling silently into the depths of solitude.

“…”

Suddenly, Bohui awoke with a start.

The cold, hard ground pressed painfully against her shoulder blades. She paused, her mind momentarily blank.

Wait—where was this?

Stumbling to her feet, she tried to open the tightly sealed cabin door. This was a small, simple lounge, dominated by a silver-gray color scheme, fully stocked with daily necessities for rest and life, and clearly of considerable cost.

The nano-material alone used for this cabin door could fetch a hefty sum if sold.

Bohui, bewildered, walked over to the round window and peered outside.

The starry sky was vast and dazzling, spectacular beyond belief. Far off in the distance, she could just make out a crimson-colored bubble nebula drifting through interstellar space, receding as the spaceship sped onward.

“…”

No, that wasn’t right.

Cold sweat broke out on her brow.

That bubble nebula—wasn’t it the scenic spot she had wanted to see during her business trip?

How had she gotten so far from Chenyu Star?

A rapid flash of memory struck her: after Xin Chi finished speaking, she had fainted.

So that meant—

That damned man had escaped prison and taken her with him?!

The infamous Xin Chi was known for his unpredictable temper and brazen recklessness—he was capable of anything, as long as he wished it.

For instance, blowing up countless warships and small planets, trading arms with underground forces while double-crossing them, robbing the Alliance army, turning the Sleepless City into a den of crime, establishing chaotic order, and roaming between star systems committing countless atrocities… everyone avoided him like the plague.

Bohui calmed herself and thought: was he planning to abandon her in space to die, erasing all traces? Or dump her on some distant planet to fend for herself?

Pirates were notorious for their cruelty—they often sought thrills by torturing their captives.

Whatever his purpose, she had to escape.

Bohui retrieved her compact toolkit. Perhaps out of supreme confidence in his superiority, Xin Chi hadn’t searched her.

She circled the lounge, surprised to find no surveillance cameras or alarm systems. It seemed this was a resting place for their own people.

Wouldn’t that make her task easier?

The intelligent brain assistant, Xiao Ming, linked to her system. Raising her hands and rolling up her sleeves, Bohui employed her signature skill—

Door dismantling.

Indeed.

Within the spacious lounge, a small, slender figure could be seen working diligently on the door.

She had never encountered this type of door assembly before, and it took her quite some time to dismantle it. The overly heavy alloy almost caused her to fall with the door.

Quickly, she propped the door up and pushed it back into place, hastily fitting a few connecting parts to make it seem undisturbed.

Close call—she almost died crushed by the door.

A chill ran down her spine.

Cautiously, she pressed against the door, scanning the surroundings. This was a larger living room, with many rooms distributed around. To get out, she’d have to dismantle at least two more doors.

Confirming there were no cameras in the entire resting area, she boldly continued her work.

Dismantle. Wrong door—still a resting room.

Dismantle. Wrong door—still a resting room.

Dismantle. Wrong door—study.

…

Growing increasingly frustrated, Bohui thought, damn this ship—why was it so enormous? What class of vessel had enough space for so many rest areas?

They only had coffin-sized sleeping pods on their business trips!

Comparison made her furious; Bohui’s poor tears welled as she violently tore down the doors.

She slammed the door twice more. Before she could wonder why it was so easy to push, a sudden force yanked both her and the door down.

Bohui tumbled, spinning into a water pool, caught off guard and gasping.

Like in her dream, the cold, heavy water weighed her down, her body filled with lead, making it hard to breathe or surface.

Struggling, she opened her eyes; the black-and-white checkered pattern on the pool’s bottom was clear.

This shallow pool could actually drown her…

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed the back of her collar and pulled her out of the water.

The moment her mouth and nose cleared the water, Bohui gasped for air, instinctively clutching the only support she had.

“Cough cough cough!…”

Having just survived a life-or-death moment in a few seconds, she blurted out thanks, wiping water from her face.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring directly into an enlarged face.

Wet hair clung to the cheeks, thick eyelashes glistened with droplets, neither fully wet nor dry.

The distance was too close to miss the details: the man's long, slightly upturned, beautiful eyes. His black irises edged with gold shimmered like metal under artificial light, sharp and piercing.

Noticing Bohui’s fear, his pupils constricted, and the golden ring around them became more pronounced, like the chilling gaze of a cold-blooded predator.

…It was Xin Chi.

And he looked off—unwell.

Bohui: “...Hi, what a coincidence.”

She feigned cheerfulness, but as she tried to pull her hand away, she slid and instinctively clung tighter. Her fingers brushed against rough skin, like a scar not yet healed.

She shifted her gaze downward, seeing the man’s broad, solid shoulders, muscles taut and bulging with power. A fierce purple-black scar marred the black totem tattoo on his chest and arm, making him appear wildly savage.

No doubt, he could easily crush her with one hand.

Either drowned or killed by Xin Chi.

Torn between the two deaths, Bohui forgot the awkward intimacy of the moment.

His soft arm clung to her burning skin, slippery like a fish. The unfamiliar sensation stirred a strange feeling, making Xin Chi’s breathing grow heavy and restrained.

After hours in the gravity and cold water pool, feeling the intense burning pain in his organs and the itching of healing flesh, he endured the torment as calmly as ever, emotionless in the face of unbearable agony.

He seemed not to have inherited the innate killing instinct of his species.

Absolutely rational, merciless to cruelty—always so over the years.

Now, this subtle, sensitive physiological sensation was like a small flame flickering in the night, igniting the evil blood within him.

Decisively, Xin Chi yanked Bohui’s arm away from his.

“...Ah!”

Startled, she was suddenly submerged again. Her slender legs flailed instinctively; like a drowning person clutching a pillar, she grasped Xin Chi’s waist in panic.

The man’s back muscles tensed suddenly; almost losing control, he grabbed her arm and threw her onto the shore.

“Do you want to die?” His voice finally carried a trace of emotion.

Bohui, exhausted and drenched, touched her aching back, knowing it was surely bruised. The long-suppressed fear burst forth: “I’ve had enough—if you have the guts, just kill me!”

After the planetary wars that established the Federation calendar, the surviving citizens had faced radiation, famine, disease outbreaks, and lost a third of the population in mere decades.

Most survivors belonged to species with inherent genetic advantages.

They lived long, were tall, strong, and robust.

Compared to them, Bohui’s lower civilization was frail and vulnerable, easily broken, worsened by years of malnutrition. A colleague’s joking punch could have ended her life.

Living in a violent, bloody junk city, she was constantly under the shadow of death, suffering long bouts of insomnia before overcoming it.

The recent days of sleeplessness, hunger, and fear had nearly shattered her sanity.

Whenever faced with danger, her only option was to quickly devise an escape plan.

Such was the self-awareness of the weak.

But now, Bohui could think of nothing.

She had no reason to believe Xin Chi would spare her, no way to flee. All she could do was await death.

Those beautiful black eyes glared fiercely, tears threatening to spill but wiped away viciously. Though trembling uncontrollably, she still held a small mechanical wrench, prepared to fight the most feared fugitive in the entire galaxy to the death.

She would never wait like a lamb to be slaughtered!

“…”

Weak and ridiculous.

Xin Chi should have thought so.

He had seen countless faces before death: the lucky braggarts, the terrified hypocrites, even the mighty rulers breaking down in fear, begging for mercy.

He had seen struggles like Bohui’s many times.

Not worth his attention.

Xin Chi should have thought so.

…

After a brief, deathly silence.

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