The next day, the prison warden found himself proven wrong.
He walked into his office to attend to his stacked duties, but suddenly felt something was amiss.
Initially, the warden couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
After some time passed, the warden realized that the little silver fox in the glass enclosure seemed to have stopped moving all of a sudden.
The little silver fox was curled up motionlessly, appearing quite pitiable. The warden frowned, staring at the silver fox. The fox shivered, its tail twitched twice, its fur bristling, looking utterly pathetic.
"Warning!"
"Warning, life signs of object within the containment unit are low! Warning!"
These warning sounds were incessant.
The warden frowned, hearing the continuous warnings ringing in his ears. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Then, the warden reached out and picked up the unconscious little silver fox.
The little creature was only about the size of his palm. Held in his hand, it looked truly pathetic. He reached out and nudged the little fox's head, but it remained completely still.
Was she really unconscious?
This damnable little creature, her constitution was so fragile.
The warden, clad in his black uniform, let out a cold laugh. He detested such weak little things that had no resilience against risks! The little creature lay in the warden's palm, emitting a low whimper. The warden nudged her body again.
"Stop pretending."
"Don't think that you can escape this way."
The little fox remained motionless. He looked at her indifferently, with no intention of treating the little fox.
When his subordinates arrived and saw this scene, their expressions were startled, and their voices even trembled.
"What's wrong? Has this little one died?"
"Even though she's a prisoner, she's still an undifferentiated young cub. How could something so precious to young cubs have an accident? If—if she really died, what would we do!"
"And if she could differentiate into a great beauty..."
As he spoke, he frantically reached for medical equipment.
Hearing his subordinate's cowardly words and his frantic desire to save the little fox, the warden let out a cold laugh.
"You're still thinking she can differentiate into a great beauty?"
"Just a scrawny fox. Even if she differentiates, how beautiful can she be? You're thinking too much. This fox cannot differentiate into a great beauty!"
He said this, utterly dismissive.
"Since she's about to die, just throw her out when she's dead and dispose of her as space junk."
His incompetent subordinate, however, nervously raised his head and quickly shook it, saying.
"No!"
"At least, she cannot die before she differentiates."
"Besides, we have a duty to guard prisoners... we cannot let any accidents happen to them."
He hurried out and returned after a while with a treatment device.
Then, he carefully aimed the treatment device at the little fox's chest.
The little fox's chest rose and fell slightly. The subordinate nervously held the treatment device aimed at the little fox's chest and pressed a button.
The little fox's body convulsed as it was hit by the current.
The subordinate was still desperately trying to rescue her, but the little fox's vital signs grew weaker and weaker.
The cold-faced warden glanced at his subordinate's poor rescue methods.
After all, their expertise lay in torture and killing, not in healing.
He snorted and walked over, then extended a finger, slowly placing it on the little fox's forehead.
A wisp of energy flowed from his fingertip. As a specialist in mental power, he immediately cleared the blockages in her body and transmitted powerful cosmic energy to her, strengthening her physique.
He leisurely supplied a wisp of cosmic energy to the little beast, then withdrew his finger.
But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.
He felt a power, different from his own mental power, surge back into his body!
This power, layer by layer, impacted his body, yet it calmed his agitated mental power.
How could this be...
The man fell silent.
His power was too immense, and every full moon, his vast mental power would fall into a state of chaos. It was for this reason that he had left the empire and come to this desolate space prison.
He wanted to use the cosmic energy here to temper his rampaging mental power.
Every SSS-class mental power expert must find a way to control their agitated mental power.
If they couldn't find such a method, they might explode at any moment.
He had been here for decades with little success.
But at least, when his mental power became chaotic, he could hide in uninhabited systems and no longer endanger those nearby.
However—
He slowly felt the sensation of his mental power being smoothed.
This was by no means his imagination. Although faint, there was indeed a mysterious power that suppressed his impending mental outburst!
The warden was silent for a moment, staring intently at the little beast.
At the same time, the little beast opposite him opened its eyes and met his gaze!
The little beast's eyes were clouded with ignorance. When it looked at him, there was a touch of bewilderment, followed by a silly blink. Its voice was very, very soft.
"I'm hungry."
"I want to drink milk."
"Can you feed me some milk?"
He looked indifferently into the little beast's dark pupils. After a moment, he stood up, turned around, and took out a nutrient paste from the freezer.
"Only this."
The little beast's eyes were filled with grievance.
"But I don't want to eat this... I want to drink milk, woo woo woo... I only want to drink milk!"
The little beast was wronged and pitiful. It looked up at the man opposite with innocent eyes, completely unafraid of his ferocity.
It seemed to be accusing him of something.
"It's nasty!"
"You starved me until I fainted!"
So...
Did the little beast need to be fed milk?
Raising an undifferentiated little fox was this troublesome? The warden felt a headache coming on. He was silent for a moment and said.
"There is no milk here. When the next supplies arrive, I will have them prepare it."
"Eat this for now."
The little beast was very aggrieved.
"This is so cold."
He looked at the little beast, then warmed it in his palm, opened the nutrient paste, and told her to open her mouth.
"Stop fussing and eat it."
"After you finish, I'll get you milk next time."
The tactic of a slap followed by a sweet date was still effective. The little fox reluctantly ate the nutrient paste and then cautiously looked up.
"Really?"
The warden grunted.
"I am the ruler here."
"So, by listening to me, you can live well here."