"Not a bad punishment."
In the dark, empty starry sky, Tang Qi, still invisible, watched Quade transform into a golden sea and retreat, offering a small compliment.
Though it lacked any astonishing creativity, Quade clearly knew how to punish Hal Rocky in a way that would make him remember.
The sight before him was the answer.
Hal Rocky, with his disgusting supernatural abilities, vigorous vitality, nonstop chatter, and poisonous tongue, had every bone in his body broken, all his power sealed away, and his body imprisoned inside a Space Pod. Quade had cast him into the deepest reaches of the universe, somewhere unknown.
According to Quade's arrangements, the Space Pod would provide Hal Rocky with all the nutrients he needed to survive, ensuring he would not starve to death.
The Space Pod would drift endlessly, wandering throughout the universe.
Before long, no one except Quade, who had left his mark upon it, would be able to find Hal Rocky again.
In other words, if Hal Rocky wanted to return home, he had to wait for Quade's "forgiveness." Only after Quade's anger faded would he bring Hal back.
Before leaving, Quade had merely told Hal Rocky the minimum term: at least ten years.
Hal Rocky clearly knew his reckless antics would bring punishment. After all, Quade was not some rigid mutant hero who clung to principles. He was an arrogant, prideful king. The fact that he had not killed Hal was already a kind of mercy.
He knew that, yet he did it anyway.
That was Hal Rocky—he pursued pleasure too obsessively and cast everything else aside.
Even though ten miserable years awaited him, Hal Rocky still did not forget to provoke this powerful being before Quade left.
Pressing his face against the transparent pod door, he shouted:
"Hey, remember to