Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1310: The Taken

They were once a family of 5, but then disaster struck.

When the aliens invaded the Erythar Star System, they were captured and brought here.

The boy’s grandfather, grandmother, and father all perished on this harsh planet, leaving only the mother and son behind.

If not for her son, the mother would have taken her own life long ago to reunite with her husband and in-laws.

Faced with such cruelty, the enslaved humans had long become numb.

Death was a daily occurrence here.

Beyond being killed by the aliens, more people died from the endless mining labor.

The minerals they were forced to extract contained radiation that was harmful to humans.

The aliens never seemed to approach the ore themselves.

Anything related to handling and transporting the minerals was left entirely to human laborers.

Eighty percent of the humans who died succumbed to radiation poisoning.

The boy’s grandparents had perished from the radiation, while his father was beaten to death by the aliens.

During work, he had lost his balance for a moment, and an alien in a foul mood had brutally killed him on the spot.

At dawn the next day, before the sky even brightened, the humans—having barely rested for five hours—were once again roused by the aliens.

They lined up to eat their foul, slop-like rations before heading off to work.

There were many humans, and every so often, new groups were transported in from outside.

The aliens mostly did not care whether they lived or died, only squeezing every last bit of labor out of them.

Many also died from sheer exhaustion.

However, after the Crimson Moon Dynasty suddenly rose in power and slaughtered the aliens’ top warriors, the war between the two universes reached a stalemate.

For the past two or three months, no new human shipments had arrived.

To prevent their workforce from dying out completely, the aliens had slightly restrained themselves.

But to the humans trapped in this nightmare, that so-called restraint made no difference.

Just as they were being driven off to work, a commotion broke out in front.

Moments later, a frantic male voice rang out.

"Quick, quick, hide the children!"

The boy’s mother’s face turned pale.

She hurriedly concealed her son while the others instinctively moved to block the child from view, shielding him from the aliens’ sight.

A few moments later, several aliens in white coats approached.

Their cold, indifferent gazes swept over the crowd before locking onto the dense group of humans huddled together.

"You all, move aside," one of the white-coated aliens ordered.

Two other aliens stepped forward, forcibly pulling the humans apart, revealing the mother and child hidden among them.

The white-coated alien’s gaze quickly fixed on the little boy behind the woman.

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"No, don’t take my son!" The mother was frantic, clinging tightly to her child.

But she was no match for the aliens. S

he was wrenched away as another alien seized the boy.

"Let me go! Let me go! I don’t want to go! I want to stay with my mom!" The boy struggled desperately.

The aliens, apparently experienced in such matters, knocked the boy unconscious with a swift strike and grabbed him by the collar before walking away.

Along with him, one or two other children and a handful of young, strong adults were taken.

In no time, the aliens left with their new captives.

The mother chased after them, trying to snatch back her child, only to be viciously kicked in the stomach by an alien, causing her to vomit bile.

Like kicking aside a stone, the alien booted her back into the crowd. "Behave! Anyone who dares cause trouble—dies!"

The mother wailed in anguish.

Her son—her son was never coming back.

The surrounding humans didn’t know how to comfort her.

Some of them wept quietly as well—they, too, had lost children.

No child taken by the aliens had ever returned.

Everyone knew, deep down, that those children were most likely dead.

But they refused to accept it.

They would rather believe that their children were still alive somewhere, just locked away.

Meanwhile, the aliens remained oblivious to the fact that a massive battleship was approaching their location.

Within less than a day, the battleship entered the vicinity of the planets where the enslaved humans were being forced to mine.

Some aliens noticed the approaching battleship.

Seeing the familiar alien insignia on it, they assumed it was their own reinforcements bringing in more human laborers.

The clueless base commander was overjoyed—human labor was running dangerously low due to the high death toll.

Although it was unusual for a battleship to deliver new workers, the thought that humans could have seized the battleship never crossed the commander’s mind.

The base commander even transmitted a signal, guiding the supposed reinforcements on where to land.

Those aboard the battleship followed the instructions, deploying several smaller ships.

In just over half an hour, they landed in an open area.

The base commander, accompanied by several subordinates, beamed as he welcomed the newcomers.

The ships’ doors soon opened.

The moment the aliens caught sight of the figures emerging, they froze in shock.

It wasn’t their superiors who had disembarked—it was a squad of towering Cosmorite Mechas.

Though momentarily confused, the aliens quickly rationalized it.

Given the radiation-laden environment of the mines, it made perfect sense for their commanders to wear protective Cosmorite Mechas to avoid exposure.

"Take us to the human mining site," the lead Mecha ordered.

"Yes, sir! This way, please." The base commander hurriedly stepped forward to lead them.

The landing site was quite some distance from the mines, and it took another half an hour to arrive.

Before them stretched a vast expanse where nearly a hundred thousand humans toiled away.

Their bodies were filthy, likely having gone unwashed since arriving.

Their faces, covered in grime and exhaustion, bore no trace of vitality.

"Are there other mining sites?" the lead Mecha inquired.

"Sir, do you mean the other excavation zones? Yes, there are more," the commander answered before adding with a hint of curiosity, "Sir, how many new workers did you bring this time? It’s been two months since the last shipment, and we were beginning to think something had happened outside. You arrived just in time! We were running low on labor—these humans are too fragile. A single beating and they die."