Number 12 Marus shivered slightly.
Even under the main star's scorching light, he still felt a chill creeping up his back.
Especially when he thought of the plan Marus No. 2 had proposed, he could not help hunching his back a little more as he walked down the middle of the road.
He stole a glance around him.
The tall Proxima Centauri people on either side of the road clearly considered the Marus in the middle beneath their notice.
As for the Marus in the middle, they trudged mechanically along the baking road beneath the main star's scorching light, their faces ashen. They clearly had neither the inclination nor the energy to pay him any attention.
"Phew..."
Number 12 Marus opened his breathing pores slightly and let out a deep breath of searing air.
Then he quickened his pace, following the route displayed on his wristwatch.
He did not have much time left.
If he failed to finish purchasing those so-called daily supplies by evening, he figured he would be executed in front of all the other Marus, just like the former Marus No. 1.
Time ticked by.
The road grew narrower, and the Proxima Centauri people on either side grew fewer, leaving only the expressionless Marus in the middle.
Number 12 Marus turned his head and glanced around casually.
When he saw how many Marus filled the middle of the road, surprise flickered in his three pairs of visual organs.
So many?!
He raised his head, looked at the sole building ahead-a pitch-black, disc-shaped structure-and swallowed.
These Marus must all be here to buy supplies for those upper-class Proxima Centauri people, right?
Before he could think any further, the Marus behind him pushed him into the disc-shaped building.
He continued along, following the directions on his wristwatch.
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