When a star beast is seriously injured, it will uncontrollably return to its juvenile state, just like what Silver Wolf is experiencing now.

This wolf is no longer as majestic as the one that had just stepped on the moon and descended from the sky.

It was lying on its side on the ground, its eyes half-closed, its ears and tail drooped, its body slightly curled up, and its limbs twitching unceasingly.

Things didn't look good for the wolf.

Rong Mi's heart tightened, and he realized it had probably greatly overdrawn its mental domain when it launched that attack a moment ago.

Star beasts, like humans, can suffer from mental disorders. If you can't get treatment, you may not make it.

Rong Mi didn't hesitate, picked up the first aid kit in the mecha's storage box, and jumped off the mecha.

Whether it was because the Silver Wolf helped him out of trouble or because of his love for the star beast itself, Rong Mi couldn't leave it alone.

After the mental power of Silver Wolf wreaked havoc, the surface temperature on the desert star was extremely low. Rong Mi shivered, pulling the zipper of his mecha combat uniform to the highest point, and approached Silver Wolf.

Looking closely, he felt that he could wrap the wolf's body around with just two hands.

Rong Mi has always been aware that he likes the majesty of predatory star beasts.

But... the juvenile form of this mighty star beast... seems to be even more irresistible.

It’s hard to resist the urge to reach out and rub one's hand^[1] along his fur.

Rong Mi looked at the furball and couldn't help but have an idea in his mind: ...This should feel very good!

Feeling the stranger's breath, Yinlang^[2] opened his eyes and raised his head slightly to look at Rong Mi.

The wolf's eyes are icy blue, the coldness of a hunter buried in the depths of his pupils.

Although it was in a very bad state, it still showed its sharp white teeth when faced with the approach of a stranger, and growled menacingly from the depths of its throat.

If such a glare was placed on the adult Silver Wolf, Rong Mi would definitely not dare to leave the mecha so rashly and approach it with bare hands.

He would be worried that he would be attacked by the silver wolf's mental power, or that the wolf would seize the opportunity and bite his neck.

It will certainly be another fierce battle.

And Rong Mi didn't want to fight the star beast if it wasn't necessary.

But now, the wolf is so small.

A small ball.

It feels warm, fuzzy, and soft when you hold it in your hands. The two pairs of canine teeth were so small that they couldn’t even bite through his fingers.

Rong Mi: I can’t control myself.

What's more, if he can't get close to the wolf, he can't alleviate the wolf's current state.

Under Yinlang's gaze, although Rong Mi still felt a chill on his neck, he did not retreat. Instead, he stopped where he was and slowly squatted down.

Rong Mi shifted his gaze, not looking at the silver wolf, and showed his friendliness to him.

He watched the wolf's movements with his peripheral vision, reached out to open the first aid kit, and took out a mental soothing potion.

Yinlang was not appeased by his actions.

It stared at the stranger in front of it warily, then forcibly raised its body and lowered its front.

This is the attack preparation posture.

Rong Mi tried to reason with it.

"Your mental domain is overloaded." He knew that higher-level star beasts could communicate, but he didn't know the language of the star beasts. So it's better to talk to it in human language, "My name is Rong Mi, and I'm here to help you."

"Awoo!" Silver Wolf's whole body exuded a vague silver light, full of intimidation.

Rong Mi tried his best to maintain a relaxed posture, holding the soothing agent needle in his left hand, and tentatively stretching out his right hand forward.

People are wary of each other, let alone beasts who cannot understand the language.

The moment Rong Mi moved, a silver light suddenly burst out.

Silver Wolf's mental power turned into sharp ice and stabbed forward.

At the same time, Rong Mi's movements suddenly accelerated.

He put his right hand firmly and accurately on the back of the silver wolf's neck, picked it up, and then with his left hand, he pulled the wolf's limbs and imprisoned them in his arms.

Rong Mi: It feels really good!

While clamping down on the little wolf, he rolled sideways to avoid the ice spikes. The lavender mental power spread out from the surroundings at the same time, locking the silver wolf's aura.

The young silver wolf struggled violently in Rong Mi's arms, filled with silver light, and was about to launch a second mental attack.

But because of the injury, its movements were a beat slower.

As it gathered strength, Rong Mi's mental power condensed into substance and turned into a neck ring, which was fastened around the wolf's neck.

"...Awooo!!——"

Yinlang roared, twisted around, and tried to bite at it, but did not succeed.

The young wolf was so small that it was suppressed by Rong Mi and could not move at all.

It felt that the spiritual collar around its neck was hindering his attack, preventing its power from being released. In its constant angry struggle, the wolf gradually became exhausted. Rong Mi found an opportunity and gave the wolf a mental soothing agent.

"...Awo...!" Yinlang, whose struggle had just weakened, roared again.

"I'm not trying to hurt you." Rong Mi held the silver wolf in his arms, who was resisting again, with one hand. He explained while climbing onto the mecha, "You need treatment now, you know? You will feel much better after the treatment..."

Rong Mi pulled off his driving helmet.

The environment here is unsafe.

The snowfield is filled with the smell of dead ice butterflies.

If all the high-level ice butterflies in the underground lair have been killed by wolves, there is no problem in staying here.

But Rong Mi had just taken a quick glance when the wolf descended the ice layer, looking at the depth and breadth of the ice butterfly's nest, and felt that the high-level ice butterflies bred on this planet... should not be just first or second-level ones.

In the social hierarchy of ice butterflies, low-level ice butterflies hunt for high-level ice butterflies, and high-level ice butterflies hunt for even higher-level ice butterflies.

The leader of the group deep in the planet falls asleep after obtaining sufficient energy. If it can successfully digest the energy, he will wake up around the promotion period.

At this time, they will take matters into their own hands and obtain enough high-level energy for promotion faster.

But they may also come out of sleep for other purposes.

For example... revenge for one's own tribe.

Just in case, Rong Mi had to take the wolf out of there first and find a hiding place.

The mecha started up, left the ice field, crossed the mountains, stayed away from the battlefield just now, and finally stopped at the edge of the ice sea at the edge of the mountain range.

Rong Mi hoped that the shot of mental soothing agent would work, but apparently, it backfired.

When the mecha landed on the beach, he felt that the silver wolf was no longer struggling in his arms, as if he had lost consciousness.

Rong Mi lowered his head and found that the small wolf had closed his eyes at some point.

The wolf's body completely collapsed. Apart from the involuntary twitching of his body, there was no other reaction, and even his breathing became very weak.

Rong Mi put Yinlang on his lap and frowned.

He held the silver wolf's head with one hand and separated a trace of his mental power, without any aggression, to tentatively explore the silver wolf's mental realm.

In the era of interstellar nomads, Rong Mi was an "artificial healer".

A word, which is like a nightmare to all orphans.

In that era when supplies were in short supply and "natural healers" were completely extinct, every orphan who was raised by the fleet had to undergo genetic modification and become an "artificial healer" as repayment.

Orphans who refuse to accept transformation will be abandoned by the fleet and wait for death on a desolate planet with nothing.

Rong Mi is also an orphan.

The "artificial healer" was a nightmare that he had to accept, but it was the hope for the continued survival of the human race.

Under the radiation of long-term space navigation, the human spirit will be damaged, among which the mecha masters who go out to fight will suffer the most.

All treatments for mental damage require the cooperation of a therapist.

Without genetically modified "artificial healers", humanity would have been extinct hundreds of years before Rong Mi was born.

But genetic modification is imperfect.

Each artificial healer's service period on the main ship begins at the age of seven and ends twelve years later.

The twelve-year service period is also the "use" period for artificial healers.

Twelve years later, the genetic modification began to reverse, and the forcibly acquired healing abilities disappeared.

The "artificial healers" have regained their freedom and can finally choose their own lives, but they are always threatened by lethal genetic diseases that may break out at any time after modification.

In an era when the average human lifespan is two hundred years, the lifespan of an "artificial healer" generally does not exceed forty years.

In his short life, Rong Mi chose to see and experience as much as he could.

After the service period of the "Artificial Healer" ended, Rong Mi did not choose to leave the main ship like most others, go to the subservient ship, and spend the rest of his life as a mid-level resident. Instead, he passed the assessment and entered the main ship mecha training camp, becoming a mecha master who protected the fleet, opened up the wasteland, and fought against the Zerg.

Soar in the starry sky and see the magnificent scenery that ordinary people cannot see.

Because he had been driving a mecha for a long time, Rong Mi was not yet thirty years old when he succumbed to his genetic disease and died. Less than six years had passed since he lost his ability as an artificial healer and regained his freedom.

Rong Mi never thought that one day he would try to use his healing power again.

For a furry star beast.

"Since I have 'inherited' the body... I should have also 'inherited' the body's spiritual realm..." Rong Mi closed his eyes, recalling the method of using mental power to treat others, and slowly sank into the wolf's spiritual realm.

Things went smoother than he thought.

Probably because the wolf was seriously injured and unconscious, it had no resistance to Rong Mi's entry.

The young man's mental power sank into the wolf's mind, and it naturally operated in a completely different energy vibration mode than during normal attacks.

That is a special method of using spiritual power that only a therapist can accomplish.

Rong Mi breathed a sigh of relief.

After his rebirth, he indeed regained his healing ability.

Rong Mi: "It's a good thing."

Purple spiritual energy gently swept away, sending a soothing sensation that gently suppressed the chaos within the wolf's spiritual domain.

Yinlang's body trembled, and he let out a weak whimper in his coma.

"Shh... relax." Rong Mi whispered, "It will be fine soon. I just introduced myself to you. My name is Rong Mi, and I am a therapist. You know what a therapist is, right?"

At this very moment, right in the depths of the icy sea where the mech was docked, there was a small starship with black-outlined silver edges.

The main cabin lounge of the starship was in a mess. In the center of the cabin is a treatment bed. The bed is surrounded by mental strength detectors and life detectors, but the instruments are all tilted here and there.

The shells of these instruments have been specially strengthened, but even so, the instruments have been cracked and damaged, as if they were cut off by the impact of energy waves.

The temperature in the room was very low, with white frost everywhere, and thick layers of ice near the broken instruments. All of those icy energy streams were leaking outward from the central treatment bay.

Lying on the bed was a handsome man.

Broken instrument monitoring cables were still buried under his skin. His breathing was weak, his face was very pale, and his lips were heavily stained with blood.

The man's eyes were closed tightly and he was falling asleep. As waves of mental power were released uncontrollably, his body trembled slightly, and bright red blood seeped out from the corners of his lips, covering the dark red marks on his lips.

Suddenly, the man seemed to feel something and frowned suddenly.

His consciousness was groggy, and he relied on his instinct to tightly suppress the violence and rage in his mental realm.

In the midst of the severe pain that seemed to engulf him at any time, a strange feeling suddenly arose that he had never experienced before.

It was as if his body's weak point, the life gate, was suddenly manipulated, which made him feel extremely threatened, and he struggled to fight back in a dazed state of consciousness.

But at the same time, in the chaos caused by the disorder in the spiritual realm, which almost completely shattered and tore people apart, he felt a trace of long-lost relaxation.

It seemed as if a hand was pushing away those chaotic energy vortices.

In a daze, he heard a clear voice, not quite so clear, ringing out from a distance, repeating his name.

His name was Rong Mi.

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