Chapter 831: The World Is Too Bitter... I Won't Come Back in the Next Life!

Ten minutes later.

Ji Huai and Su Qi placed the cargo neatly.

"Is the hatch not closed?" Ji Huai asked.

Su Yang glanced at the Control Console's Screen and said calmly, "No rush; there's still someone who hasn't returned."

Su Qi's eyes flashed with a cold hue upon hearing that.

Soon, a Silhouette appeared at the Entrance.

He was seen with a gloomy face, his whole body covered in scars.

It was clear he had suffered inhuman treatment.

In this situation, describing it as a 'War-damaged version' is quite apt.

"Su Yang..." Qin Yu Zhou gritted his teeth, his expression as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"Welcome back." Su Yang pretended not to see, still wearing a smile.

"You still have the face to say that, you beast!" Qin Yu Zhou shouted angrily, pointing upward,

"From the moment it opened, you have been using me, deliberately forcing me to leave!"

"You deliberately let me be caught by Lin Jin, treating me as bait for him to gnaw on."

"Then you stole the cargo on my body, deliberately making me go out to find goods!"

"You made me a bait again, the purpose being to trap Ji Huai!"

"How ruthless you are!"

"How vicious you are!"

Listening to his invective, Su Yang's expression did not change.

After a while, he replied blandly, "Did I let you go?"

"What?" Qin Yu Zhou was instantly stunned.

Su Yang walked slowly to the Control Console, pressed the Button to close the hatch, and immediately removed his helmet.

He brushed aside the hair that had drooped from wearing the helmet for a long time, flicking it upward.

He then walked up to Qin Yu Zhou and said, "When we first met, I never had any thoughts about you; it was your own choice, I and Weiwei didn't force you, right?"

Qin Yu Zhou laughed bitterly, "If you hadn't uttered those horribly inhuman words, how could I have left?"

It is nothing but what Su Yang said—

Whether true or false is irrelevant.

What matters is who can bring him greater value.

Hearing this, how could Qin Yu Zhou not run?

Would he stay to become Su Yang's appetizer?

Or be regarded as a meat shield betrayed at some future point in time?

"I am merely stating facts, with no implication," Su Yang shrugged, continuing, "You are the one adding extra seasoning."

"To your mother!" Qin Yu Zhou also removed his helmet, shouting angrily, spittle flying.

Su Yang furrowed his Brow and wiped the saliva from his face.

"Your being caught by Lin Jin was not in my calculation; I am not a Divine Computing Element, only heaven knows where he will wait for you?"

Qin Yu Zhou felt the surrounding indifferent gazes, instantly becoming both angry and ashamed.

Especially Su Qi's gaze.

It seemed as if he were looking at a pitiful bug.

"You... you..." Qin Yu Zhou's features twisted, his face snarling.

"We are all adults, and should bear the consequences of our own choices," Su Yang said calmly.

"Then why did you... strip away my only hope?" Qin Yu Zhou's voice was hoarse, his eyes bloodshot.

He looked as if he were about to cry.

Su Yang raised an eyebrow, "I only gave you a suggestion, and never promised any conditions, right?"

Qin Yu Zhou's eyes were full of sorrow, he stared blankly then stepped back a few paces.

He lost.

He lost utterly.

All his earlier efforts turned to ash at this moment.

Thinking of the outcome he was about to face, Qin Yu Zhou let out a howl, clutching his head and crouching, desperate and helpless.

Su Yang coldly watched his demeanor and said, "You should be grateful I didn't kill you two days ago."

"I gave you a chance but you didn't seize it."

"No one can blame you."

"The game is like that; as an experienced player you should know."

"However..."

"Still, I wish you good luck!"

Having said that, Su Yang turned and left.

Lu Zhiwei looked at his pitiful state and clicked her tongue.

"The pitiful must have something hateful; that's not false."

Su Qi said nothing, but the silence was even more piercing.

Ji Huai, unlike Su Yang, would not waste words on a dying person.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, occasionally echoing Qin Yu Zhou's wail.

The rules distribute food on time.

Dinner is a bowl of steaming chili‑fried meat poured over rice.

Everyone gets a share.

It also comes with a 1 L bottle of mineral water.

Su Yang eats with great pleasure, handing all the chilies to Lu Zhiwei.

"The chilies aren't spicy, they're fragrant," Lu Zhiwei says.

"I'm not used to eating chilies directly," Su Yang says.

"Luckily I'm here, otherwise you'd waste the delicacy," Lu Zhiwei says, swaying her head from the aroma.

Very satisfied.

After a day's toil, eating a bowl of hot rice.

The taste is truly great.

After eating and drinking to fullness, they rested for a while.

At exactly ten p. m., the Contribution Leaderboard rankings appear on time.

"Day 3 Contribution Ranking:"

"1. Player Su Yang — 2511 Star Coin."

"2. Player Lu Zhiwei — 1590 Star Coin."

"3. Player Ji Huai — 980 Star Coin."

"4. Player Su Qi — 866 Star Coin."

"5. Player Qin Yu Zhou — Zero Star Coin."

"Exile the player with the lowest daily Contribution!"

As the broadcast ends, the cabin door suddenly opens.

A sudden suction drags Qin Yu Zhou away.

He floats in space without struggling, his face ashen.

It seems the sudden suffocation gave him a brief clarity.

He somehow pulls out an oxygen bottle and an oxygen mask and puts them on.

Fresh oxygen enters his lungs, and he comes back to life.

He turns his head to look at the people by the Spaceship window.

A group inside, one outside.

"He took Cai Yan's oxygen bottle…" Ji Huai thinks to himself.

It's merely a desperate gasp for breath.

When the oxygen runs out, he will inevitably die in the endless void.

Qin Yu Zhou, as if resigned, turns his head again.

Not long after, he trembles as he removes the mask.

The suffocation returns; he endures the discomfort, his veins bulging.

When his vision blurs, he forcefully snaps the oxygen mask back on.

"Huff—"

He breathes greedily, a dazed look appearing in his eyes.

But soon he regrets it, letting out a self‑mocking laugh.

His lips move slightly, as if remorseful, yet as if praying.

"Who understands lip‑reading? What did he say?" Lu Zhiwei asks curiously.

Su Yang says nothing, watching Qin Yu Zhou remove the mask a second time.

This time he shows a resolute expression.

As if to bid a final farewell to survival.

Yet instinct is so, and he still holds a lifeline.

How can he suppress it again?

Even if we speak of habit rather than humanity.

The once‑ordinary breath now becomes especially precious.

The most desperate is knowing one can live.

Yet at a glance one can see the end of life.

Rather than die cluelessly, it's better to cut off life early.

He would rather commit suicide than be tortured to death knowing survival is impossible.

Qin Yu Zhou's body keeps trembling and convulsing, his jaw clenched so hard blood nearly seeps out.

In the end, he successfully suppresses his desire.

He won this round.

He won against himself.

Yet he lost completely.

"He's dead…" Su Yang says softly.

Su Qi watches for a moment, then says, "He just said—"

"The world is too cruel..."

"Don't come again in the next life."