Colonial Suit

The sea of blood churned, with vague shadows floating within. It was as eerie as a ghost, and with the slight breeze, a fresh, bloody scent rose like mist, quietly surrounding Blood瞳.

But Blood瞳 showed no discomfort; instead, he took a deep breath as if enjoying it. The fresh, bloody scent filled his lungs, making him feel invigorated. The fatigue from several days of fighting seemed to vanish.

That's right, this was the sea of blood, Blood瞳's most powerful home ground. If the sea of blood was a terrifying hell in the eyes of most, then in Blood瞳's eyes, it was like a mother's womb, the warmest and safest place. No matter how great the danger, as long as he was in the sea of blood, the characteristics of the Blood Sea Master would merge the sea of blood with him. Nothing could hurt him.

But this time... it was a bit special.

The aura of the sea of blood was still so amiable, but Blood瞳 couldn't feel the sea of blood calling to him, as if this boundless sea of blood had nothing to do with him. This made him feel a little strange.

Just then, he suddenly froze. Because in his vision, he actually saw a person... a person who hadn't moved from beginning to end, sitting on the edge of the sea of blood!

He was wearing a black combat suit, just sitting silently on the edge of the sea of blood. He didn't try to hide his presence, but for some reason, even with Blood瞳's perception in this sea of blood, he couldn't pinpoint his location. Unless he looked directly at him, it was as if he didn't exist at all.

But that wasn't the most shocking thing for Blood瞳. What shocked him the most was the man's face...

It was a face that was extremely similar to his, even the temperament was seventy to eighty percent alike.

Gasping, Blood瞳 spoke in a trembling voice that even he found unfamiliar. "Pluto... Dirk?"

Pluto Dirk!!

That's right, this mysterious man was Pluto Dirk, the Crodir legend who was as famous as the God of War, Rea. Blood瞳 had seen him before, but this time it was so clear, so real. It was as if he had really traveled through time and stood with Crodir's greatest legend, the strongest man in the universe. That feeling was so shocking that even Blood瞳 couldn't help but tremble. The blood all over his body rushed to his head as if it had gone mad.

Of course, he wasn't afraid, but a kind of indescribable, unfamiliar emotion. This emotion had never appeared in the first half of his life, but now it swept through his body like a landslide.

Dirk didn't react, but continued to silently watch the sea of blood. At his feet, the waves of the sea of blood rose and fell cheerfully, as if playful children were showing off in front of their parents. It was indescribably strange. This scene made Blood瞳's heart skip a beat, and an incredible idea vaguely emerged.

Could it be... that the source of this battlefield nightmare, the endless sea of blood, belonged to Pluto Dirk?

If that was the case, it could indeed explain why he couldn't feel the sea of blood calling to him.

"The sea of blood is always so magnificent, so warm..."

A slight sigh suddenly came from his ear. Blood瞳 was stunned for a moment before realizing it was Pluto Dirk's voice. He took a step forward and opened his mouth...

"Lord Pluto..."

"Just call me Dirk." Dirk waved his hand, interrupting Blood瞳. Then he slowly stood up from the shore. His movements were slow and gentle, as if they conformed to a wonderful rhythm, which made Blood瞳's eyes light up.

This rhythm seemed to have some special meaning...

"You've noticed?" Dirk asked faintly.

"Yes." Blood瞳 answered honestly. In front of this man, he couldn't bring himself to hide anything. Although Pluto Dirk had shown no power so far, Blood瞳 knew clearly that it wasn't because he wasn't strong enough, but because he simply didn't need to be.

As the most terrifying existence in Crodir, he no longer needed to use any means to show himself. Because he was the strongest, whether others admitted it or not. No matter when, no matter where. No one dared to ignore the existence of Pluto Dirk. He didn't even need to do anything, just a look, a frown, could make a civilization tremble, could make countless kings kneel before him, begging for forgiveness.

This was him, the majesty possessed by the strongest in the universe.

"If you've noticed, then experience it well. This is also a rare opportunity for you." Dirk twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile. He said to Blood瞳 faintly, "But this is just a small trick, it won't help your current state."

"You..." Blood瞳 was immediately dumbfounded. "You know everything?"

"Although I'm just a fragment of consciousness..." Pluto Dirk sighed. He said to Blood瞳, "But such an obvious aura of death, did you think I wouldn't be able to tell? In my eyes, you are full of death and despair, just like the rocks on the edge of this sea of blood, leaving only a gray color. If I'm not mistaken, perhaps in another year, your life will come to an end."

"............" Blood瞳 was silent for a moment, and finally said bluntly, "Yes."

"Then Lord Dirk, do you have any way to change this?"

"No." Dirk answered decisively. "I'm just a fragment of consciousness, I have no power here. You don't think I can really change anything, do you? Your condition can only be solved by yourself."

Speaking of this, Dirk smiled slightly. "However, you really surprised me. I thought it would take you at least half a year to get here. I didn't expect you to come now. It seems that your state, while making you despair, has also stimulated your potential."

"I... I just have nothing to fear anymore." Blood瞳 answered honestly. At the end, he raised his head and asked very seriously, "Speaking of here... Lord Dirk, I have many questions."

"You want to ask about the battlefield nightmare?"

"Yes. And... why I would meet you here." Blood瞳 paused, then looked around. "And the sea of blood here..."

"You have many questions." Dirk shook his head. "I can't answer all of them for you. But some... you can know."

"Yes..."

"This is a long story... just like this encounter between you and me, it's both accidental... and inevitable..." Dirk's voice gradually lowered, and he slowly began to tell Blood瞳.

It turned out that this battlefield nightmare was not something that every Crodir person had. It was a privilege only for those with the purest Crodir bloodline, allowing Crodir elites to be tempered from birth, growing and becoming stronger in constant battles.

But the battlefield nightmare was not generated out of thin air, nor was it unchangeable.

In fact, the so-called battlefield nightmare was the epitome of the Crodir people's conquests throughout the ages. The enemies here were all those they had encountered and conquered in the past. After fierce battles, powerful Crodir warriors copied their enemies through some mysterious means, and then implanted them into the genes of the next generation using modulation and genetic modification. Over time, their descendants were born with dreams of fighting these clones, in order to cultivate and train them.

Because this was a pre-modulated result, even if the battlefield nightmare was terrifying, it would always maintain an appropriate intensity, ensuring that the host would not be defeated by the nightmare. And when the host successfully broke through a nightmare, they would usher in the next stronger and more challenging dream. This cycle would continue throughout their lives.

"So, this is the first layer of nightmare. Reaching here means I've broken through it?"

"That's right. When you enter here again next time, you won't encounter these enemies." Dirk replied. He showed that smile that wasn't quite a smile again. "Very cruel, is that what you want to say?"

"............" Blood瞳 didn't speak, but his expression was a default.

In fact, it was more than just cruel. Such a practice was simply a devastation to future generations. Blood瞳 couldn't imagine what kind of cold-blooded race would treat their descendants in this way, making them experience hardships that ordinary people couldn't imagine from birth, and the most terrible thing was that it would accompany them for life.

Endless, without end.

This was the real hell.

"Actually, it's not as terrible as you think." Dirk seemed to know what Blood瞳 was thinking, and shook his head slightly. "The battlefield nightmare is the epitome of Crodir's conquests throughout the ages. That is to say, the enemies here have all been defeated, they are losers. They were once defeated by us, and they will naturally be defeated by our descendants. This is the law of nature. The weak must be oppressed by the strong. The Crodir people were strong in the past, and they will be in the future."

"So when you defeat all the nightmares, you can get out of this boring game."

"Boring? You say this is boring?" Blood瞳's eyes flashed, and his chest was suddenly filled with anger. "Letting your descendants grow up in pain, never letting them be free. Is this just a boring game in your mouth? If so, then what's the difference between you and beasts? You're not even as good as beasts!"

In his anger, Blood瞳 could no longer maintain his respect for Dirk, and actually issued a sharp accusation against the strongest in the universe.

Perhaps there was an element of his anger in this, but more of it was an indescribable confusion and fear.

Blood瞳, who was once just a doomsday hunter, had never imagined that one day he would have such a terrible identity, such a desperate future. God knows, he just wanted to survive, in the doomsday or somewhere else, to live well. But under the push of fate, Blood瞳 was surprised to find that he had unknowingly fallen into a net, a net that he couldn't struggle out of, and that had no end.

He didn't know how to go on. This despair and confusion about the future was his biggest problem now.

It had nothing to do with will, nothing to do with spirit, and nothing to do with the body!

It only concerned his heart.

"Only the strength of the heart is true strength." Looking at the angry Blood瞳, Dirk said meaningfully.

"This is what the nightmare battlefield wants to teach you. It's not that we are cruel, nor that Crodir's civilization is cold-blooded. It's that we have no choice. In this universe, only the strong have the right to survive, and the losers... can only become slaves and livestock."

"Tear away the falsehood... and you will see the truth."