vstars Chapter 267 The Silent Beast
Chapter 267 The Silent Beast
On the deck of "Star Wings," Russell sat in a corner, holding a soft cloth in his hand, carefully wiping his Fire Kirin Laser Gun. The gun was already bright enough to almost reflect his face, but he still wiped it again and again, as if it were his only connection to the past.
The others on the ship watched him from a distance, whispering amongst themselves. Russell's physique was simply too striking—over 2.2 meters tall, weighing nearly 600 pounds, his entire body bulging with muscles, like a moving mountain. His taciturn nature and the enormous Blooddrinker entrenching tool made people hesitant to approach him.
"Just who is that guy?" a Katachon warrior asked in a low voice, his eyes filled with a mixture of wariness and curiosity. Katachon warriors were known for their bravery, but in Russell's presence, he felt like a child.
"I heard it's the commander of Kashezin," another crew member whispered, "but nobody knows the specifics."
“Kashejin?” The Katachwan warrior raised an eyebrow. “No wonder…”
Not far away, a mysterious psionicist silently watched Russell. Her eyes were as deep as an abyss, and a psionic aura shimmered around her. She could sense the powerful golden psionic energy within Russell, a power she had never seen before.
“Interesting…” the psionicist murmured, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Russell paid no heed to the whispers and stares around him. His attention was entirely focused on the Fire Kirin laser gun in his hand. This gun had accompanied him through countless battles, and every scratch on its surface told a story. His fingers gently traced the gun's shaft, as if caressing an old friend.
“Hey, big guy!” a gruff voice broke the silence. Russell looked up and saw a burly crewman approaching. He wore a defiant smile and held a power axe in his hand.
"I heard you're the commander of Kashezin?" The crew member's voice carried a hint of disdain. "Want to have a go?"
Russell didn't answer, only giving him a cold look before continuing to wipe the Fire Kirin. Enraged by his indifference, the crew member swung his power axe down, aiming straight for Russell's shoulder.
However, before the axe blade could fall, Russell had already vanished from his spot. The next second, the crew member felt a tremendous force strike him from the side, throwing him to the ground. Russell's Blooddrinker entrenching tool was pressed against his throat, golden psionic energy shimmering on the blade.
“Don’t bother me.” Russell’s voice was low and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell.
The crew member, pale-faced, nodded hastily. Russell put away his entrenching tool, turned, and went back to the corner to continue cleaning the Fire Kirin. The crew member scrambled to his feet and slunk off the deck.
This scene instilled even greater awe in the others on the ship towards Russell. They began to realize that this taciturn giant was not someone to be trifled with.
“Interesting…” the psionicist murmured again, a hint of appreciation flashing in her eyes.
Russell paid no heed to any of this. His gaze remained fixed on the fire-breathing qilin, as if it were his only companion. He knew that having chosen this path, he had to walk it alone. The past glories and pains were buried deep within his heart.
The "Wings of the Stars" sailed through the sea of stars, Russell's figure standing alone on the deck. But his heart was calmer than ever before. He knew he had finally found his own path.
"For freedom..." Russell murmured softly, his fingers gently tracing the gun barrel of the Fire Kirin.
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As the "Star Wings" sailed through the sea of stars, Russell's figure became the most eye-catching presence on board. His silence and power aroused both awe and curiosity in the crew, and his performance in the spaceport was even more astonishing.
Whenever the fleet docked at a new planet, Russell was always the first to step off the gangway. His tall figure stood on the dock like a mobile fortress, his cold gaze sweeping over the surroundings. Those usually arrogant thieves, robbers, and bandits would unconsciously take a few steps back the moment they saw Russell, or even go out of their way to avoid him.
"With that giant around, our cargo is much safer," a crew member whispered to his companion, a hint of smugness in his voice.
“Yes, the title ‘Silent Beast’ isn’t just for show,” another crew member replied with a laugh.
Russell remained unfazed by any of this. His gaze remained constantly alert, his Bloodthirsty entrenching tool slightly lowered, ready to respond to any unforeseen circumstances. His presence acted as an invisible shield, protecting the fleet's safety.
Captain Marcus Ryan stood on the gangway, watching Russell's figure in the distance, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He knew that Russell's value went far beyond this. This silent giant was not only a defensive line, but also a deterrent. As long as he was there, those petty scoundrels who coveted the fleet's cargo would not dare to make a move.
“Russell,” Marcus walked up to him and said in a low voice, “you’ve done a great job. With you here, we have far fewer problems.”
Russell nodded without saying anything more. His gaze remained wary as he scanned his surroundings, as if searching for any potential threats.
Marcus smiled and patted Russell on the shoulder: "Relax, big guy. You've done so much for us."
Russell did not answer, but simply nodded slightly. His gaze remained cold and unyielding, like an insurmountable mountain.
That night, Russell sat alone in the cabin, clutching a worn pocket watch. The watch face was worn, but the name engraved on it was still legible—"Lisa." She was the person he had seen countless times in his dreams; though not his real wife, she was the most important person in his life.
“Lisa…” Russell murmured softly, his fingers gently tracing the surface of the pocket watch. A flicker of pain and longing crossed his eyes.
In his dreams, Lisa always smiled at him, as if telling him that everything would be alright. But each time he woke up, Russell felt a sense of emptiness and loneliness. He knew that Lisa was just a phantom in his memory, but he still couldn't let go.
"The Silent Beast..." Russell murmured, repeating the nickname his crew had given him, a bitter smile playing on his lips. He knew that in others' eyes he was merely a powerful warrior, a ruthless guardian. But deep down, he was still just an ordinary person suffering from loss.
Outside the cabin, the vast expanse of stars stretched out before him. Russell gazed at the distant celestial bodies through the porthole. He knew his journey was far from over. Whether for freedom or for inner peace, he had to continue.
“For Lisa…” Russell murmured, clutching the pocket watch tightly in his hand. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were making a vow to the stars.
The "Wings of the Stars" sailed through the sea of stars, Russell's figure appearing exceptionally lonely in the cabin. Yet, his resolve was stronger than ever. He knew that having chosen this path, he must walk it alone. No matter how many unknowns and dangers lay ahead, he would not back down.
The "Silent Beast" will continue to protect the fleet until he finds his own answer.