Colonial Suit

The enormous 'small world' gradually came to a halt under the combined efforts of the three individuals. Leia lowered his hand and apologized to Muse.

"I'm sorry, I can only help you this much… It has already entered the assimilation process, and there is no power in this universe that can destroy it. Moreover, it is linked to the Gates of Naraku, and the moment it completes assimilation is the moment the Gates of Naraku disappear."

"I can only buy you some time. The rest depends on him."

Saying this, Leia glanced at Muse again, then disappeared into the void with 'Wood'.

He didn't specify who 'he' was, but everyone understood his meaning.

Could it be that this enormous 'small world' has become an unsolvable problem?

What was the point of what we did before? What about those sacrifices, those fallen comrades? For a moment, everyone looked at the enormous 'alternate dimension', their eyes filled with despair.

At the same time, the Speaker within the 'small world' slowly opened his eyes.

He was incredibly old and haggard at this moment, as if he had lived for countless years. His broken body trembled slightly, constantly leaking fresh blood. One could even see the wriggling internal organs and pale bones at the broken wounds.

"I saw it…" he said to Gistelman. "My own future."

"I never expected that I would be assimilated into the great universe along with this small world. I also never expected that you would sacrifice the lives of all the Boca people to seal the Gates of Naraku. Are you so afraid of us seeking the truth? Or is there something hidden in the next level of Naraku?"

"There is no truth," Gistelman replied, a faint smile finally appearing on his face. He could tell that the Speaker had given up because there was no fighting spirit in the Speaker's eyes, only deep despair.

So he revealed himself and spoke softly, as if talking to an old friend. "I just don't want you to interfere with the rise of the Boca race. We have been preparing for this day for ten thousand years. For this day, not only I, but all Boca people can die. Therefore, humans have become an obstacle in the plan and must be eliminated."

"Plan?" The Speaker noticed the word Gistelman mentioned and asked strangely. "What plan?"

"Of course, the plan to become the ruler of the universe."

Perhaps because there was no way out, or perhaps because neither of them could live, Gistelman let go of all vigilance and answered honestly. "In your human terms, it's also called killing a god."

"Killing a god?" A slight sinking feeling washed over the Speaker's heart. "Which god?"

"What do you think?" Gistelman raised his eyebrows, his eyes shining.

At this moment, he didn't look like a dying sacrifice but rather like a high-spirited warrior, loudly answering the Speaker. "Of course, our one and only true god!"

"The great ruler who created Crodir, created us, and also created Sasa!"

"He is the most magnificent existence in this universe, deciding everything and controlling everything!"

"We believe in him, worship him, and are driven by him. We fight for him!"

"He has bestowed upon us glory, as well as status and wealth."

"But…" Speaking of this, Gistelman's face suddenly twisted, and he roared almost madly. "When the mists of history were lifted, we discovered that he had been using us all along, just like Crodir. We are also his sacrifices!"

"He abandoned us!"

Gistelman was somewhat hysterical. He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the Speaker's neck, roaring, "Can you believe it? The one who created your father and mother treated you as toys from the very beginning! He doesn't love you at all! No matter how much you worship him or believe in him, in his eyes, you are no different from any other low-level life!"

"No, the difference is that you are even more lowly! Because you are just products of the assembly line, you are a combination of silicon crystals, carbon bases, and light energy! If needed, he can copy more and produce more!"

"We don't even have a unique imprint!"

"What are you saying?" The Speaker asked with difficulty, his neck being strangled. "What unique…"

"Heh…" Gistelman released his hand, revealing a hint of a smile. "You know what? Sometimes I envy you. I envy you original races of the universe."

"Although you are weak and backward, you were created by the universe, so from the moment you were born, you are a unique individual. Each of your souls is so complete and so unique. Even if you search countless times in the universe, you won't find the same code."

"But we are not… We were produced, so even if we have the Pool of Light, we are just products of self-circulation and self-replication. Perhaps we look different, but in the essence of our souls, we are exactly the same."

"We are tools. When our value ends, the only thing waiting for us is destruction, just like Crodir ten thousand years ago."

"Crodir ten thousand years ago…" The Speaker's pupils contracted slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Hehe…" Gistelman laughed. He said to the Speaker, "Do you really think that Crodir became the enemy of all living beings because of conquest? No, of course not. The reason they became the enemy of all living beings is because of us. Likewise, the meaning of their birth was a test."

"A test of the collection efficiency of the original imprint."

Saying this, Gistelman looked at the Speaker deeply again and sighed slightly. "What is the most precious thing in this universe?"

"Is it minerals, wealth, planets, or authority?"

"It's none of those. In fact, the most precious thing is each of your humble life individuals, or rather, your unique existence! It exists in the form of a soul, and when life force is exhausted, it returns to the origin of the universe, thereby giving birth to a new life imprint. Only through such a cycle and such development can a colorful world be born."

"The true god wants these things. In countless years of experimentation, he discovered that he could collect these existences through killing and war, thereby strengthening himself. Crodir, us, and Sasa are all collection tools he created. The difference lies in the fact that Crodir was an imperfect, disposable product, while we are an improved result."

"Now… our value has also ended."

Gistelman's eyes revealed sorrow as he slowly said, "Like Crodir, we will also be abandoned."

"Therefore, we must resist. This is the plan."

"Now, you know?" Gistelman patted the Speaker's shoulder again, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, old friend. This is reality… For the sake of our race, please… give up."

His expression was very sincere, as if this would allow the old Speaker to rest in peace. But what he didn't expect was that as he spoke the last sentence, the Speaker suddenly laughed. He raised his hand and gradually tightened his grip on Gistelman's hand, moving it away from his shoulder.

"So… this is the reason for your desperate gamble. You, like us, don't want to be toyed with by fate."

"Is there anything wrong with that?" Gistelman became vigilant, staring at the Speaker without blinking. He suddenly realized that the situation was somewhat out of control.

In front of him, the Speaker straightened his broken chest little by little, letting the wounds bleed freely. "There's nothing wrong with it. It's just…"

"I forgot to tell you. In fact, it's not that there's no way to break your world cage."

What!?

Gistelman was shocked. Just as he was about to attack, he saw the Speaker reach back and tear open his own chest.

A golden heart appeared in Gistelman's eyes.

"If no one in reality can break your cage, then let the mysteries of the universe decide."

Saying this, the Speaker grabbed that heart in front of Gistelman and crushed it!!

…………I will personally end the glory of the Montebello family. (To be continued ~^~)