I Live in the Interstellar Wilderness to Survive

Chapter 50

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Shifa sighed and took the snack his mother handed him.

He actually didn't like such sweet snacks, which was the taste he and Heath had when they were children.

But his mother now really treats him like a young child.

According to the time on the planet Froda, Heath has been missing for more than two months.

Two months was enough time for the earth-shattering pain to subside and for one to shift their attention to the people who were still around.

Although as the object of transfer, Shifa did not really want this kind of "favor".

It may not be nice to say this, but when his parents fell ill because of Heath's disappearance, he could focus all his energy on work and finding his brother, which would be more efficient and his life would be easier.

When his parents, especially the mother who hatched him and Heath from the egg, recovered, his schedule of concentrating on finding his brother was constantly interrupted. He was forced to face his parents' grief and love, which made him accept the reality, as well as the double attention placed on him after losing a child.

The heavy love made Shifa's head ache.

After all, he is already an adult feathered animal and moved out to live on his own several years ago to show his independence. From the perspective of the animal species, he and his parents can no longer be considered a small family of parents and children, but rather members of the same family and species.

He was not an underage brother. It was embarrassing for an adult feathered person to move in with his parents. Add to that the comforting kisses and hugs and combing each other's feathers, and reliving the shame of childhood made Xifa cover his face and almost burst into flames.

Shifa could understand why his parents had no hope that Heath would survive. In fact, no one except him thought that Heath could survive.

Others do not have the same sense of connection with their brothers as Shifa, nor can they understand that unique feeling that cannot possibly be an illusion.

In this situation, the feeling of being a brother in the same nest is more like an excuse for Shifa to deceive himself by not being able to accept the departure of Heath.

However, the only people who were in a position to speak out and comfort Shifa were his parents.

Xifa swallowed the greasy sweet snack with difficulty, thinking about how to meet Yuying, while trying to cope with the double care from his parents.

I really don't know whether it was his parents who were comforting him or he was comforting his parents.

I hope Yuying can resume normal live broadcast soon. Xifa urgently needs the healing power of the cute big hair.

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Da Mao (Heath), who was eagerly awaited by Xifa, was curled up in the corner and pretending to be sleeping soundly, but in fact he was sniffing with his ears pricked up, paying attention to Qi Guang's movements all the time.

There seemed to be no movement, only the sound of breathing could be heard in the room, but the smell in the air was changing.

Qi Guang didn't sleep either.

He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, practicing to control his evolved mental powers.

The manifestations of mental evolution are far less obvious than physical evolution. Apart from feeling a clearer mind and being less easily fatigued, there are very few changes that can be felt intuitively.

—There are indeed changes, and they can be said to be earth-shaking changes, but Qi Guang needs a lot of practice to control them.

In the system's concept, spirit is not some special power, but an organ that is born on the human body like hands and feet. It's just that this organ is too weak compared to other organs, so humans cannot intuitively feel the existence of spirit.

But there are indeed some people among humans who have talents and can use them unconsciously even if they cannot perceive them.

No, it's not the so-called psychic or sixth sense.

It is control, suggestion, incitement, and an emotional appeal so strong that it is irresistible.

It is to use language, expressions, and actions to influence the other person's thinking and make him submit, so that everything will develop in the direction he wants like a puppet in his hand, as if it were a written script.

They will be rulers and opinion leaders.

He will be the chess player who stands outside the chessboard and makes the chess pieces fight for him willingly and even die for him.

After spiritual evolution, the power that originally tended to induce becomes more coercive, and can even issue orders without regard to the other party's wishes, thus overriding one's own will over the other party's own will.

However, for someone with Qi Guang's personality, it is somewhat difficult to control such ability.

To be precise, it should be hell level difficulty.

—The spiritual training methods recommended to him by the system were, first, public speaking, and second, debate.

In short, it is necessary to build communication channels with others first, but after the end of the world, Qi Guang was not even willing to speak.

If it was him before the end of the world, he should have been able to adapt to this kind of training.

Qi Guang finally chose the imagination exercise that required the least communication with others, which was to empty his mind and imagine an object in his mind, from the rough shape and size to the detailed texture and material, repeatedly refining it to make the imagination infinitely close to the display.

Such exercises can improve focus and concentration.

With enough concentration under strong will and appropriate language and action hints, the most basic command effect can be achieved.

When doing this kind of exercise, one needs to concentrate and clear the mind, which to a certain extent also allows Qi Guang to temporarily free himself from the survival mode that has never stopped since the end of the world.

When practicing imagination, Qi Guang feels a little better.

Qi Guang was thinking about Heath's soft golden curly hair.

This was the only thing he could think of that he liked about Heath.

Qi Guang still couldn't accept that there was an intruder in his lonely life, but because Heath knew too many secrets and there was a danger of him silencing him, he had to work hard to gain the boy's trust. So, by repeatedly imagining and giving himself some hints, he could feel better psychologically and not be so resistant to Heath.

He imagined the approximate length of the curly hair, the curls at the ends, the color of which was still bright golden on a cloudy day, and would show bright colors of varying shades as the light changed, and it was soft like river water warmed by the sun.

Comfortable and warm, the fur curled around his fingertips, the color and feel combining to create a harmless and non-aggressive impression.

This is also a way of applying spiritual power. Qi Guang used it on himself for the first time.

Heath was wrapped in a blanket and was keenly aware of the change in the air—a hint of soft, slightly tipsy smoke mixed with the tense and vigilant atmosphere, which was the smell of Qi Guang himself.

This meant that Qi Guang was now a little more reassured about him, and the inner self wrapped in the cold defense was revealed a little.

Heath huddled down in his blankets and exhaled cautiously.

It was raining outside, the temperature was gradually dropping, and the blanket couldn't resist the chill that seeped in. But the fatigue of the day came after he relaxed at this moment, his wings flapped happily in his clothes, and he fell into a sweet dream with the satisfaction of being accepted.

Before he fell asleep, he was still vaguely thinking about how to best explain his experience during the live broadcast. As he was thinking, he became drowsy and his image became blurred as if it was Qi Guang's face.

Heath thought about what to say during the live broadcast for a long time, and devoted all his spare time to this issue. However, he had not been able to think of a suitable speech until Qi Guang resumed the live broadcast and asked him to sit over.

Qi Guang had already told the audience the summary of the situation, and the statement that "something happened to Damao" made the audience who cared about Jiujiu feel nervous and dared not let it go.

Chirp! What happened to me?!

Looking at Yingying’s expression… I have a bad feeling qaq.

Ahhh my DaMao! My cute DaMao!

Jiujiu must be living well1551... Yingying, do you think I am right...

"Yeah, that's right." Qi Guang pointed the camera at Heath and adjusted the angle. "You told them?"

Heath nodded anxiously and looked left and right. Although Qi Guang said that it was already being broadcast live, he couldn't find the camera.

"Look this way." Qi Guang pointed in a direction to Heath, "The camera is over here."

He himself couldn't actually see the actual lens, but he could sense where it was and adjust it through the system interface to capture the picture he wanted.

Of course Heath couldn't see the live broadcast interface. He could only look in the direction Qi Guang pointed to him with a little confusion. The opening speech he had prepared more than a dozen times was stuck on his lips and he couldn't say it.

He couldn't see the camera or the audience, and the feeling of talking to himself made him stuck when he opened his mouth.

But Qi Guang could see the barrage of comments. As soon as Heath appeared in the camera, he aroused enthusiastic response from the audience. Just as he had expected, the blond and blue-eyed beautiful boy was always in line with the public's taste.

Even in that baggy sweater with no shape at all, he looks so handsome that the audience can temporarily forget about Da Mao.

Standing next to Yingying, I feel even better [slurp].

Heath found a landmark in the direction of the camera to fix his sight, adjusted his breathing, and thought about how to start the conversation. After a few seconds, he said, "Hello everyone, I'm Heath."

"It's also big hair."

This one sentence made the audience in front of the live broadcast pause for a few seconds, as if they had just heard some incredible news.

etc etc etc…

Don't rush to let them handle it...

This pretty blond boy...

It seems, probably, maybe, possibly... say he is Da Mao

Looking at the (bald) wings that were deliberately exposed on Heath's back, everyone knew that this was a feathered beast species, and it did have a little bit of similarities to a chick.

But shouldn't beasts that can transform between beast and human form only exist in history books

After all, the morphological transformation of animal species remains an unexplained scientific mystery to this day, and the genes of modern animal species simply do not have that possibility.

And the name Heath...

Why does it sound familiar

While the audience was still processing this news which was a bit beyond their understanding, some people reacted quickly and started posting comments.

Others couldn't recognize him, but Shifa recognized at first sight that he was his own brother.

At this moment, the intuition of his brothers from the same nest was like a radar that was more sensitive and accurate than anything else, telling him that this boy who had shrunk a lot and had bald wings was 100% definitely his younger brother.

His brother was not really dead. Even though he was a little bald and had turned into a Chirp and then back again, he was still alive and well. He had food, drink and a place to live, just waiting for him to drive his starship to take him home.

Xifa selectively ignored the special significance of "changing into a Chuchu and then changing back" to the beast species, and his mind was filled with only his own precious younger brother.

The golden font used to mark the top of the feeding list flashed across the screen with great vigor. It was so large that it was hard for Qi Guang not to see it.

Heath! Heath, I'm your brother! Can you see me?!

Don't worry, I'm trying to save you! Just hold on!

Everything is fine at home, don't worry! I know you will survive, brother!

There was a long string of golden exclamation marks, which made Qi Guang's eyes hurt a little.

Heath couldn't see the barrage of comments, and was still narrating his experience from being kidnapped by space pirates to being stranded on Earth. Because he had told Qi Guang about it once before, he spoke quite fluently. Except that his description was plain and simple and failed to highlight the thrill of his battle of wits and courage with Gore, he said everything that needed to be said.

Qi Guang waited until Heath's narration came to an end, then said, "Your brother saw you."

Heath's eyes lit up, staring at the direction of the live camera and repeatedly asked, "Brother? Shifa, Shifa, are you still there? I'm fine, don't worry. Yingying treats me very well and promised that I can live with him!"

From Heath's reaction, Xifa guessed that Heath could not see the barrage, so he quickly sent a large string of barrages with various gifts, and asked Qi Guang to convey it.

Qi Guang looked at the comments, summarized them, and then told Heath in a concise manner: "Everything is fine with your brother."

Heath nodded and picked out some things that happened after he fell to the earth, trying his best to emphasize that he was healthy and living a happy life, and that his brother didn't need to rush about the rescue and could take his time.

Heath didn't know more details about the return of Earth, but Earth was the lost home planet of the human race, and acting too hastily could easily step on the sensitive nerves of the human race.

Heath had some idea of how crazy the human race was when it came to matters related to Earth.

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