Prince Merov had never felt so humiliated.
A dark purple light enveloped his spaceship as he rushed through the unending expanse of space, trying to esacpe.
This was his final chance at survival. The old voice in his head had guided him to find this thing a few years ago.
Boom! Boom!
The space around the shuttle cracked and collapsed but the purple light kept repelled any damage from reaching him.
Yet, the attacks didn't stop.
Nor did the taunts from the Orion's captain.
"Call for help. You won't be able to do this alone."
"Come on, aren't you the great Palarein prince? Why are you running?"
"Pfft~ A guy like you really calls himself a genius."
"The least masculine guy in my squad would rather die than flee. Have you sold your balls for your fame?"
The insults grew increasingly hateful and demeaning. Due to his meteoric rise, he had to deal with a lot of hatred. But no one was as vulgar as this brute.