The Whole Empire Thinks The Admiral Wants To Steal The Bride - Extra 2.1

Extra 2.1 – A Lump of Meat
　
　☆☆、Chapter 33 – Lone Wolf (I) ☆☆、

　Randy Sasir is the oldest homeless man on Waste Planet No. 8. This evaluation is very objective.

　　Because if we really talk about the level of strength, he might not even be on the verge of being “qualified”.

　　Randy is old, ugly, and has a crippled leg. He walks like a wobbly nutcracker and has long, dirty hair that is always tangled behind his back. But he is very particular about his clothes – even if they are clothes dug out from the garbage dump, he will use a little detergent dug out from the garbage dump to clean them, and he only did that once a year.

　　But it must be said that this is already quite remarkable on the waste planet No. 8.

　　This old guy is totally incompatible with Waste Star No. 8.

　　No one had ever heard him speak, and no one had ever seen him fight. He didn’t often fight for ready-made relief supplies, but he had his own skills in finding treasures in the garbage dump.

　　So this frail and skinny old Beta not only did not starve to death in the cold winter in the dark alley, but also lived a good life quietly. He had food and drink, a long-abandoned shanty house in the dark alley, and a black dog with a similar limp, named Cross.

　　Yes, old Randy always liked to name all his things, from his dog, his walking stick, his reading glasses that were half supported by a wire, and his dark and shabby little house.

　　His house also had a strange name, called “Black House”.

　　In the year 2986 of the Third Galactic Era, the coldest winter in Dark Alley’s history arrived. In that year, the average temperature of Dark Alley was above zero for only one month.

　　The causes of abnormal weather are very complex:

　　The core of the abandoned planet No. 8 is undergoing a qualitative change. The change in gravity had caused its orbit to gradually deviate, and the distance from the only star in the Heli Galaxy had gradually become farther and farther. This abandoned planet was moving away from the source that gave it warmth, gradually moving towards the depths of the dark and cold universe.

　　However, the residents of the dark alleys did not care about such profound truths.

　　They just felt cold.

　　It was too cold.

　　Even with tattered winter clothing and a broken thermostat, the “Black Room” was still as cold as an ice cellar with poor refrigeration.

　　In the terrible snowstorm, Randy Sasir entered the seventy-sixth year of his long life. He still claimed to be sixty-five years old.

　　——The average life expectancy of the people on this planet is 100 years, and 65 is exactly the end of middle age.

　　But no one would believe him. After all, this was the eleventh year he had claimed to be sixty-five years old.

　　This is a dark alley where people know each other very well.

　　•=|=•

　　There had been a heavy snowfall the night before, so the garbage disposal station stopped operating for a day, and the residents of the Dark Alley celebrated.

　　They carried storage isolation bags and trailers, climbed over the metal fence and walked into the landfill, with smiles of varying sizes on their faces.

　　There were a variety of mechanical operations here all year round. The machines only recognised program instructions, not living people.

　　Therefore, garbage disposal stations were not safe places in normal times. If you are not careful, you will be treated like garbage and be compressed and recycled alive, and you can only blame yourself for your bad luck.

　　It’s really tragic.

　　Ever since Waste Planet No. 8 became Waste Planet No. 8, the number of residents in the Dark Alley has been decreasing every year. Apart from those who died of freezing and starvation, the large machinery at the garbage disposal station has almost taken all the blame for the remaining deaths.

　　It can be seen that today’s shutdown of the garbage disposal station is truly a rare carnival.

　　——Randy, who is based at the garbage disposal station, will definitely not miss this opportunity.

　　Humming a little tune and carrying his bag, old Sasir entered his territory through his favorite crack in the wall as usual and headed straight for the partition he wanted to go to.

　　He had run out of detergent, which was bad news.

　　And bad news always comes in groups.

　　He was about to face his first food shortage in three years.

　　Randy Sasir is a homeless man who is very organized in his work. He knows how to budget carefully and has many difficult survival skills. He doesn’t live like a scavenger at all.

　　If even he was facing a food shortage, Waste Planet No. 8 might be facing the worst winter conditions in the past eleven years.

　　Few people are born here.

　　But many people will die here.

　　——But Randi Sasir wants to live. He has been thinking about it since the day he came to the Heri galaxy. Even after eleven years of miserable life, he still wants to live.

　　•=|=•

　　In the southeast corner of the garbage disposal station, in a garbage sorting area that he had been familiar with for many years and was used to store discarded daily necessities, Randy Sasir stopped unexpectedly. In a good mood, he took out a ball of hot meat from a large cardboard box.

　　”Look, I found something good.” Randy Sasir said to himself.

　　Meat, a lump of meat, he thought.

　　The “meat ball” was covered in blood and sticky liquid. To the old tramp’s presbyopic eyes, it looked like a piece of expired animal meat that had not yet been frozen.

　　Old Sasir was very satisfied with this, he picked up the mass, took out a relatively clean rag, rubbed it violently, bent down, tried to find the angle, and tried to wrap it completely.

　　Pity……

　　”Wow–”

　　…Accompanied by a shocking cry, old Sasir almost fell down.

　　His eyes widened in surprise, his nostrils flared slightly, he squinted his right eye, and held steady the broken, remaining lens on the left side of his glasses – God of the universe, the lovable “meat-ball” had just “turned” into a disgusting “person”?

　　There are only about twenty Omegas with citizenship on the abandoned planet No. 8, and their average age is over 50. Who can get pregnant, give birth, and abandon the baby quietly?

　　It really sounds like a horror story.

　　The most terrifying thing is that everyone will grow up, but the strangers in the alley who grow up will become bastards.

　　——How can a budding little bastard be comparable to meat that can fill his stomach.

　　•=|=•

　　While old Randy was struggling over whether to take the little bastard back to the “black room”, a medium-sized aircraft, Waste Planet No. 8, slowly rose from the apron of the garbage disposal station.

　　Its operation is smooth and coherent. The style of operation depends on the driver’s operating style.

　　At least from the perspective of those who know the business, it is not difficult to see that the owner is determined, knows clearly where his next stop is, has a cheerful personality, and has skilled operating techniques.

　　And it leaves without any regrets.

　　No one knows what it left on this planet whose only function is garbage recycling, and no one knows what old Randy Sasir gained from his territory.

　　But in the spring of the following year, when the snow was still falling, a beautiful baby with black hair and black eyes appeared in Randy Sasir’s bag.

　　The old tramp who had a habit of naming named him Glenn Sasir.

　　The whole story began quietly on this cold snowy day.

　　-TBC