Colonial Suit

“The Boca Clan has the Pool of Light, and the Sasa Clan has the Gate of Darkness.”

“What do we have?”

On the human mothership, Sal Jones and the Speaker were also engaged in a conversation. The two old men sat face to face with a chessboard between them and a starry sky above.

“Nothing,” the Speaker said, picking up a pawn and dropping it. “Only a heart that refuses to be mediocre.”

“Having a heart alone won’t solve the problem; we need reality,” Sal Jones said, then pushed a chariot in front of the Speaker, casually taking away his pawn. “Just like this piece, no matter how brave it is, it will still be crushed in the face of greater power.”

The Speaker smiled slightly, not immediately responding.

The pawn spun in Sal Jones's hand for a moment before suddenly disappearing. When it reappeared, it had become a knight.

The knight was taken by the Speaker and placed on the chessboard, its spear pointing directly at Sal Jones's chariot.

“Without a heart, it's just a pawn, but with a heart, sooner or later it will have great power. Your chariot can crush its body, but not its soul.”

“We humans are this pawn. Perhaps in the eyes of most, no, all advanced civilizations, we are a chess piece that can be crushed at any time. But they won't expect that maybe in the future, maybe now, this pawn that was once ignored and crushed by them has changed, become no longer cowardly, become unwilling to be ordinary.”

“It turned into this, turned into that, but ultimately, it will turn into it…”

The Speaker's finger slid across the knight, passed over many pieces, and finally landed on one piece… the piece that the pawn had transformed into, but the difference was that it had a gorgeous crown on its head.

Sal Jones's gaze fell on that piece, then he smiled.

“King?”

“King,” the Speaker nodded.

“The king is the highest-ranking piece, right?”

“As I see it, it seems so.”

“How fortunate,” Sal Jones said, lowering his head, a smile on his face, but seemingly with tears in his eyes. “It’s just a pity that even if its rank is higher, it is still a chess piece.”

“Have we struggled for so long, sacrificed for so long, just to become this highest-ranking chess piece?”

“Of course not,” the Speaker replied, then turned the 'pawn' around to face Sal Jones. “Look at what's special about it?”

“Its specialness…” Sal Jones observed carefully, but couldn't see anything unusual. The Speaker's craftsmanship was very delicate. The king transformed from this pawn was very similar to the real king, even more exquisite. But what was the point of that? A king was still a king, and a chess piece was still a chess piece…

No, that's not right…

Sal Jones's smile suddenly froze, unable to speak…

He had already discovered the difference in this king. This chessboard was meticulously crafted by human masters, and each piece had its own style. Especially the kings of the two sides, not only were their clothes different, but their facial features were also different. One king's face was square. The other king had a curved mustache. But the king transformed by the Speaker had the characteristics of both kings at the same time…

But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is… this chess piece, no, this king…

It doesn't exist!!

This non-existence doesn't refer to reality, but to the rules of the game. There are already two kings in this game. So where should the third king belong? Moreover, it was originally transformed from a pawn, a crushed pawn. So in the rules of the game, it is already dead or disappeared…

A pawn that has died and disappeared has brazenly appeared on the chessboard, even becoming a king. What does that mean?

Sal Jones was stunned. He silently stared at this chess piece, speechless for a long time.

“Is this… our end point?”

“Merely a starting point,” the Speaker replied, then pointed to one king in the game. “This is Boca.”

Then he pointed to the other king. “This is Sasa.”

Finally, he pointed to the chessboard. “This is fate. Or the hand behind fate.”

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“You are right about one thing, no matter how strong the mind is, it will still be crushed when it encounters irresistible reality. This irresistible force is the chessboard under our feet.”

“But fortunately, we are not the only ones who dare to challenge this chessboard. This universe is not short of ambitious people, and ambition and desire are the driving forces of evolution. So on the road of our predecessors, we still have many 'allies' that we can use.”

“Boca is one, and Sasa is also one.”

“They are all mature 'kings' already. On this road, they also see farther and stand higher than us. You said that the Boca Clan has the Pool of Light, and the Sasa Clan has the Gate of Darkness. I can only say that we have a stronger heart. This heart will not change reality, but it will guide us to the road to victory.”

“To use the king, you must become a 'king' yourself. The strong disdain to talk to ants. It's the same everywhere. The Holy Light Spiral has been sent to the Sasa Clan, and we have also become a significant force in the Second World today. I think this is a good start, although it doesn't allow us to get rid of the chessboard, it does provide a little help…”

“To get rid of the chessboard, the Boca Clan can't do it, and the Sasa Clan can't do it either. Because they are all managers left by Alpha. Although they are also trying to resist, I think the hope is slim.”

“But… their foundation is something we can use. You mentioned the Pool of Light and the Gate of Darkness, which are exactly what we need. Now they belong to Boca and Sasa, but who can say for sure that they won't belong to us in the future?”

Speaking of this, the Speaker's old face showed a confident smile, and he whispered to Sal Jones, “Mijier has entered the Sasa Clan. It is said that Blood瞳's partner, Lier, is also there. I believe that with their abilities, they will definitely find out the secret of the Gate of Darkness. And our current goal is only one, and that is the Pool of Light. On this point, Blood瞳 will help us.”

“But he is, after all, a descendant of Krodil, will he…” Sal Jones asked with some doubt.

“Don't worry, no matter what, his goals are consistent with ours,” the Speaker replied, raising his head, his gaze piercing through the dome, reaching the depths of the starry sky. “The reason why we humans have been able to get to where we are today is because of our great tolerance and resilience. Blood瞳's identity is not important. What's important is that he will help us. That's enough.”

“Besides, there is also that person's eye beside him.” (To be continued…)

ps: Updating while traveling, uh, the writing environment is extremely harsh.