It was a dark room, a completely enclosed dark room.

There was only a faint sound of breathing in the dark room, intermittently.

There was no light, no sound, no one else.

Those people didn't seem to want his life, and every day a bottle of nutrient solution would appear at the window on time, and maybe a little light would shine through at that time.

This is the seventh day he has been locked up in a dark room after being injected with the toxin.

The young man in red leaned against the wall and tried to keep his eyes open, but he still couldn't see any light. His whole body was trapped in thick and oppressive darkness, and his golden-red pupils had long since dimmed, revealing gloom and despair.

He was originally very fond of beauty, and even when he went to battle, he had to change into a bright red robe and tie his long black hair - because of his strong strength and his father's favor, there was no objection in the army. But now, his red robe has been soaked in blood and turned dark red, and his hair is scattered all over his body, I don't know what an embarrassed appearance he is.

It's been seven days.

The first day was better, but his body was in terrible pain, and his meridians broke inch by inch, and then healed at his excellent recovery speed, and then continued to break, and heal, and break again—until his body could no longer recover quickly.

He almost became a blood man.

By then it had been three full days.

On the third day, when the pain subsided, she could try to make a noise with the only embellishment on her body, the medal that her father had given him, which she had always carried with her. Throw it out, then follow the sound to fumble around, pick it up, and throw it out again...... Later, he was able to endure the pain of his body being eroded by the toxin, and quickly caught the medal that bounced back. Although his body was so dilapidated that he would feel tired from the action of "throwing out", he couldn't stop.

Without a sound, he would have collapsed.

No one can remain mentally stable after experiencing a normal life in a world without light and sound.

He couldn't and didn't want to be in that situation.

He is Jiang Yu, the only descendant of the Alliance God of War, the first person in the Alliance Army who became a major general at the age of 20, and Jiang Yu, the captain of the Seventh Army.

He also has to return to the battlefield, return to the Seventh Army, go back to defend his home and country, and go back to fight side by side with his comrades!

However, this life did not last long, and a loud roar began to ring in his ears.

Despair gradually loomed over him.

[It's okay]

He comforted himself in this way.

It's okay, it's no big deal, bear with me, it'll be over soon. As long as he lasts for seven days, he will be released.

However, the toxins in his body seemed to play with him, and when he was able to receive the medal that bounced back from the wall with his senses, his limbs began to gradually paralyze.

Deprived of his physique, deprived of his hearing, and now began to deprive him of his sense of touch.

Until his skin couldn't feel the outside stimulus at all, he knew it was the sixth day.

The badge had been held tightly by him, for fear that if he let go, he would never find it again.

That was his father's affirmation of him, and it was the glory that he personally wore on him when he was promoted to major general. He can't be lost.

I wonder what happened to my father, is he back? Are old wounds healed?

What happened to the Seventh Army, would they feel flustered without him - no, definitely not, it was the best team, and they would not be in a mess if they were already elite.

His physique should have been almost destroyed, and it was probably time to let him out, right?

And...... His mental strength recovered sooner than expected. Or is this batch of psychoactive suppressants not very qualified?

He worked hard to cultivate that subtle but extremely powerful spiritual power, and regarded it as the only life-saving straw.

As long as the mental power is still there, as long as it is still there......

Day 7. The psychic tentacles crept out of the dark chamber and [saw] the Coalition higher-ups talking to a few Scanters, her mother sitting with a haggard expression on her face. After a few minutes, the Scantes nodded in satisfaction.

What did they say?

Having said, what?

The spiritual tentacles stretched wildly and swelled wildly.

He [heard]:

"Colonel Liu, what do you think?"

"I agree."

"Good. We agreed to destroy Jiang Yu's spiritual power as well, and in response, you have to fulfill your promise, you know, Scant's star can't be affected by the spread of war anymore, right? ”

"Pass the order and inject Jiang Li with Destruction Reagent No. 1."

Destroy...... His mental power?

The teenager named Jiang Yu only had his mother's voice echoing in his head.

[I agree]

[I agree]

[I agree]

Why?

Why! Why are they, what are she!

Why can he easily deprive him of his life, his physique, his spiritual power!

Because he won the battle? Because he won for the Alliance? Because he took the head of Prince Scant? Or was it because he didn't have time to save his father that he fell into the hands of the Scants?

He suddenly felt dazed.

This is the planet he protects? This is the alliance he protects? What about the people, do they agree with it, do they support it? Is it possible to use his switch to take the so-called peace?

What is he living for? What is he fighting on the battlefield for so many years, dreaming of peace in the world? For this day, this moment, is it possible to be denied the value of being a person by being denied the value of being denied by someone who has his qualifications and spiritual power?

He's Jiang Yu......

The wanton and unrestrained Jiang Yu who will never be bound by the law, the major general who will laugh and fight for a way out with his life as a bargaining chip when he is on the verge of death, and the genius who has always proudly raised his head and vowed to defend his home and country.

Jiang Yu, how is it possible...... Will willingly sit in place, waiting to be broken hands and feet, broken limbs, and be a doll that can't resist being fiddled with forever!!

Hoarse laughter echoed in the silent dark room, the voice of despair and desperate madness.

The young man slowly stood up, not suppressing the restless mental power, and allowing them to grow stronger and wreak havoc on his body. Fragments of blood mixed with internal organs gushed out of his mouth, but he just laughed.

laugh at your innocence, laugh at your pride, and laugh at your ridiculous 20 years.

The majestic spiritual power seemed to have torn through some obstacle, and suddenly began to change wildly, and the invisible waves of qi spread out around him layer by layer, collapsing the entire dark room and still being like a bamboo, until it shattered the entire base!

Piercing sirens echoed throughout the Border, as it had ever been when an enemy invasion had been detected.

Even so...... Even so, he was still trying to control the mental power of the riot and not harm human life.

Brain, eyes, meridians, internal organs. It hurts everywhere.

Who is weeping?

It's the Jiang family boy who used to be wanton.

He knew that it was a good deal, and that he would trade him alone for peace. He obviously agreed, and silently drank the medicated soup sent by his mother.

He compromises, he retreats, and in the end he has to fall to such a point? Destroy qualifications, destroy mental power, and make him a useless waste?

Unwilling.

He was not reconciled.

"Report sir! Mental power fluctuations above level 3S have been detected! ”

"Report sir! Jiang Yu's mental power rioted! ”

"Report sir! A Space Storm Detected! Do you activate the backup guard? ”

"Report sir! A space black hole with a radius of one meter appears in the center of the base! ”

"Report sir! Jiang Yu...... Fell into a space black hole! ”

A cracked golden medallion fell from the shrinking black hole and fell to the ground, shattering into powder in an instant.

A breeze swept across the ground, and the powder dissipated in the wind.