Chapter 1477: A Boy’s Aspiration
Chapter 1477: Chapter 1477: A Boy’s Aspiration
To prevent any sudden incidents on the garbage planet, Principal Hong decided that the team would remain for another 6 hours before departing.Thus, Ji You and the others had 6 hours to rest and recuperate.
The spaceships that landed at the abandoned docking port today numbered eleven, all carrying immigrants from Yangjiao Star.
After announcing his decision, Principal Hong, uninterested in other matters, turned around and boarded his spaceship to rest.
Instead, it was Dr. Luo who seemed more active, engaging in conversation with others each time a ship landed, especially telling them about the recent black bear riots on the garbage planet, giving those who came to scavenge and collect a mental warning.
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A Ke and Granny Chen decided to leave with Ji You and their spaceship, while Liu Ming, Uncle Liang, and other survivors learned that the abandoned garbage planet was no longer dangerous and wanted to earn a bit more.
Especially Uncle Liang and his companions, who had found a hidden, abandoned Mithril mine and originally planned to try their luck, but—
Moreover, a heartbreaking fact was that their team originally had eleven members, but only six survived, as five were killed by black bears.
Since then, the atmosphere among Uncle Liang’s group has been very gloomy, and the survivors’ spirits are low.
The five deceased were mainstays in their families, having relatives and friends to support. Losing them meant a huge blow to their families.
After the black bear riot ceased, Uncle Liang and his teammates prepared the bodies of the five to take them back to their families.
The spaceships bound for Garbage Planet 381 were all privately operated for profit, not charity, and if anyone wanted to transport corpses, they had to pay extra for luck. Despite this, Uncle Liang and his group decided to bring back their comrades’ bodies for a proper burial.
It’s not just Uncle Liang’s group, but Liu Ming’s as well.
Unless absolutely necessary, it has become an unwritten rule among those seeking fortune on the garbage planet to retrieve and properly bury their comrades. Nobody objects because they never know if they might be next.
Uncle Liang and the remaining five held bottles of cheap synthetic whiskey, silently drinking.
They had ten more minutes to rest before they had to venture into the jungle. This trip yielded nothing. Their aim was simple: at least earn enough for their deceased comrades’ funeral expenses. Hopefully, with some luck, they could earn a bit more to comfort their families.