Chapter 183: Chapter 183

"Welcome to the Stellaron Hunters, Orion." Kafka's voice pulled you back from your thoughts. "Come with me, newcomer. It's time to arrange your living quarters."

Over the next few days, you gradually adapted to your new life. The Stellaron Hunters' ship was much larger than you imagined, and your rehabilitation training was personally overseen by Kafka.

Inside the training room. "Come, try this," Kafka leaned lazily against the wall. Several training mechs rose from the ground, their red electronic eyes locking onto you. "Take them down," she said casually.

You instinctively wanted to say you had no idea how to fight. But the next second—whoosh!—one of the robots launched a surprise attack!

Your brain had not yet given the command, but your body reacted like an awakened beast. Sidestep, dodge, grab, over-the-shoulder throw—Bang!—in less than three seconds, the first mech was smashed to pieces. Then came the second, the third… your movements were fluid and lethally precise.

Only when the last robot fell did you come back to your senses. "I… how could I…"

"Interesting," Kafka walked over. "Your brain has forgotten the past, but your body…" She extended a slender finger, her fingertip gently tracing the tense muscles of your arm. "It still remembers how to kill."

Night. You once again fell into that nightmare. Flames, screams... someone calling your name.

"Wake up." A gentle voice roused you. You opened your eyes and saw Kafka sitting by your bed. "Had another nightmare?" she asked softly. You gasped and nodded. Googlᴇ search 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝓷𝓮𝓽

"Listen to me…" her voice softened, soothing you. "Forget those pains. You are free now, unburdened by the past." The power of her words slowly calmed the turmoil within you.

"Why…," you couldn't resist asking, "are you so good to me?"

"Silly question." Her voice was very soft, and she reached out, her fingertips brushing away the sweat from your temple. "We don't abandon any 'family member,' no matter what they've been through. And you already are one. So, sleep soundly. Here, you don't need to fear nightmares anymore."

Her words, along with her presence, carried a certain magic. You watched her retreating back, speechless. Family… You lay there until you were enveloped by a peaceful, undisturbed sleep.

The next morning, as soon as you arrived at the training room, you saw a familiar figure. Silver hair, green dress—it was Firefly.

"You're here," she stood with her hands on her hips.

"What good morning!" She pointed at you indignantly. "Don't think that just because you joined, I'll pretend what happened that day didn't!"

"What happened that day?"

"Still playing dumb!" Her face instantly turned red. "That day you… you peeked at me…"

"I really didn't mean to. I just woke up, I didn't know anything…"

"Enough!" she interrupted. "Kafka said that from today on, your combat training is my responsibility!" She flashed a dangerous smile. "Perfect, now I can legitimately beat you up! Peeping Tom!"

"Wait, isn't that a bit much…"

"SAM!" Boom! Flames surged, and the imposing silver-white mech appeared once again. "Come on, Peeping Tom! Let me see what you've got!"

You gave a wry smile and adopted a fighting stance. "Wait! Fighting me while wearing a mech, isn't that unfair?"

The mech paused. "Then… what do you want?"

"Take it off, let's have a fair fight."

"You—!" You could imagine her face must be red right now. "You! You want to see me again…"

"I didn't mean it like that!" you quickly clarified. "I mean a normal, one-on-one combat training! Do you want me to learn grappling from this big guy?"

The mech was silent. Then, with a flash of light, Firefly reappeared. This time, she had changed into a light, form-fitting training suit that perfectly accentuated her vibrant curves.

"Hmph," she took a fighting stance. "Come on! I'm warning you, don't cry if you get hurt!"

Her sharp offensive was already upon you! So fast! You instinctively dodged, but her attacks were like a torrential downpour.

"Too slow!" Bang! She delivered a precise hand chop to your shoulder. "This hit is for what happened that day!" Bang! Another whip kick. "This kick is for you pretending to have amnesia!"

"I wasn't pretending…"

Bang! She lightly punched you in the abdomen. "This hit is for you making Kafka laugh at me!"

She wanted to continue, but you suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling her into your embrace. The distance between you instantly closed. Firefly realized you had restrained her, and her face flushed red. "Let… let go!"

"You promise me first, stop calling me a peeping tom."

"I…" Just as she was about to struggle free, the training room door suddenly opened.

"Oh, it seems you two are getting along quite well." Kafka leaned against the doorframe, a smile on her face as if watching a good show.

Firefly, as if electrocuted, abruptly pushed you away. "No! Not at all! I was just… just intensely training this newcomer! Training's over now." With that, to cover her fluster, she fled the room without looking back. "Tomorrow, we continue! Just you wait!" her threat echoed from afar.

Only you and Kafka remained. "It seems Firefly is quite interested in you," she walked over. "She's usually not this… lively."

"She just wants to beat me up," you said helplessly.

"Is that so?" Kafka gave you a meaningful glance.

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