"Water...water..."
Wolff felt like his throat was about to catch fire.
His mouth was parched, and he wanted to drink water.
But no one heard his plea, or even if someone did, they wouldn't care in the slightest.
Because the spacecraft was heading toward an abandoned star nearest to Lilva, and this group of prisoners, already sentenced to death, had only a few hours left to live.
Who cared if someone about to die was thirsty?
Wolff called out for a long time and received no response.
He forced a swallowing motion, and his throat felt like it was lined with razor blades.
At this moment, Wolff's heart was filled with resentment and hatred.
Why?
Why dared those guys treat him this way?
His brother was a Spirit Court Guard!
How dare they treat a direct relative of a Spirit Court Guard like this?!
"No... "
"I must survive!"
"I must contact Hank, become a Mechanician, and take revenge for everything!"
