Colonial Suit

Heck spoke simply, and the fatty didn't react strangely. But only those who truly mingled in the Fourth World knew just how much power the name Baal possessed. This guy was a genuine local tyrant. He likely knew everything that happened in the entire Fourth World, even events that occurred just an hour ago. This showed just how astonishingly extensive his information network was!

And what was most frightening was that he also knew the personal weaknesses of many powerful warriors, making him one of the most difficult people to provoke in the Fourth World. Because no one knew if he would expose your secrets, and some people's secrets were things they absolutely couldn't let see the light of day.

But then again, such a troublesome character was bound to be hated, and many people had even threatened to kill Baal. But the truth was that Baal was still alive and well after so long, and not only that, he was living better and better.

The reason was simple: Baal had someone backing him.

Heck was one of the powerful figures who supported Baal, and in return, he received Baal's free services.

"Hey, my dear Heck. You're planning to sell me out again. Alright, I admit I have some small tricks up my sleeve in certain areas. But these are just to make a living. You're not trying to get your gambling debts waived by saying all this, are you?"

"I'm telling you, no way!"

Baal laughed boisterously, his entire body of fat trembling at a high frequency, bouncing the girls on top of him up and down. Left with no choice, the girls could only give Heck a resentful look before swaying their hips and leaving the room.

Heck didn't mind, just smiling lazily. Only after all the girls had left the room did he suddenly speak.

"Baal, I need your help."

"Oh?" Baal's laughter stopped abruptly. That meatball-like head finally split open two slits, revealing a pair of small eyes that shone with shrewd light. "My friend, I'm very happy to hear you say that, it shows that I still have your friendship. So tell me, how can I help you?"

"In many ways," Heck grinned, then said directly, "Forget it, it's not convenient here, let's talk at your hideout."

Baal didn't waste any words, directly waving his hand. The next moment, the space behind him suddenly twisted and contracted, bringing everyone into another inconceivable place.

Just what kind of bizarre place was this… If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Bloodshot would have found it hard to imagine that there was such a strange space.

There was no starry sky here, nor any celestial bodies. No mountains, no oceans. The only thing that existed was countless dense fragments. These fragments were like broken mirrors, each piece an independent unit, yet closely connected to each other. He and the others in the team were situated within these fragments, one piece might be his head, but the next piece might be his foot.

That's right, this was a world completely devoid of normal rules, normal order, and even a normal sense of distance. A kaleidoscopic, fantastical space. He and his companions were part of this kaleidoscope.

And on a fragment not far from him, Heck's face was muttering.

"I say, Baal, hurry up and find us a more normal place. Every time I come here, I feel uncomfortable. Damn it, it's been so long, can't you learn to be a better host?"

"Oh, please forgive me, my friend," Baal's fat face appeared in another fragment, full of insincere apology. "Don't you think this is the safest protection? I believe no one can maintain their fighting spirit in such a space. Alright, alright, please don't be angry, your request will be fulfilled soon."

Before his voice faded, Bloodshot felt a blur before his eyes, and he had already arrived on a small island. All around were strange flowerbeds, a small wooden house, a small pond of 'ocean,' and a fishing rod. (Don't blame the author for the chaotic description, the environment is really conceived like this, you can imagine shrinking the ocean ten thousand times, and right next to it is a fishing rod.)

"This is…" Bloodshot revealed a look of surprise. And the twin siblings next to him jumped and ran to the pond, then cried out in surprise.

"Bloodshot, come and look, there are boats inside…"

"There are boats?" Bloodshot was stunned, but he quickly understood that this must be some kind of spatial projection technology. Like subspace technology, it belonged to the cutting-edge technology of the Fourth World. He just didn't expect it to be applied to this strange private domain. It was extremely extravagant.

And not far away, Heck's figure also appeared. He scanned the surroundings and nodded, saying to Baal, "Not bad, this place is a bit different from last time?"

"People always need some entertainment. I bought a planet in the Fifth World and connected it here. You know, Heck, it gives me a feeling of being God," Baal laughed easily, then his smile faded. "Alright, your requests have all been fulfilled, now can you tell me what exactly happened? Something that makes you feel棘手must be big trouble."

"It is indeed quite troublesome. But those things can wait, let me show you my junior first," Heck sighed, pointing at Bloodshot. "His current physical condition is the real trouble."

"Him?" Baal was stunned, then turned his gaze to Bloodshot, and was slightly shocked after just one glance. "What's going on? His body is burning?"

He actually noticed it with just one glance.

Bloodshot's heart tightened, and he realized that this guy was indeed extraordinary. He had suppressed his current physical state to slow down the speed of his life burning. Under normal circumstances, not to mention Meteor-level, even Planet-level might not be able to detect it. But this fatty in front of him noticed it at a glance, how extraordinary was his eyesight?

But what surprised Bloodshot even more was that this fatty not only discovered the problem but also pointed directly at the key.

"The breakthrough period of a Meteor. Heck, has your junior reached this stage? But this burning quality, has he already comprehended Planetary energy?"

"As a matter of fact, that's the case," Heck gave a wry smile. He casually found a chair and sat down. "Let's not waste any more words. Can you first help me see how much longer his life force can last?"

"Alright!" Baal didn't waste any words, directly raising his fat palm and pressing it towards Bloodshot. Immediately, an invisible force enveloped Bloodshot, attempting to invade Bloodshot's body.

In a flash of lightning, Bloodshot's nerves reflexively wanted to resist, but he was forcibly stopped by Heck.

"Don't worry, he has no malicious intent."

"…" Bloodshot fell silent, gritting his teeth to suppress the urge to counterattack. He allowed this force to invade his body. It was quick, in just a moment this mysterious force quietly retreated. Then Baal revealed a miserable smile.

"I say, Heck, are you deliberately trying to cause me trouble?"

"What do you mean?" Heck raised an eyebrow, asking with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

"Isn't that the case?" Baal grimaced, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying. "His condition is already close to the end of his burning. You should know what that means. If I didn't know that I just got a batch of Sanixter Elixir from the Third World, would you have brought him to see me?"

Sanixter Elixir!!" Bloodshot was shocked, but he didn't expect that Heck would be so anxious to find someone to help him because he had gotten this thing!

"Eh?" Baal was also surprised, staring blankly and saying, "You didn't know?"

"Nonsense, of course, I didn't know, your methods are so shady, how would I know what you've been up to lately," Heck muttered dissatisfiedly. But in an instant, he unceremoniously stretched out a hand.

"I want 30% of that batch of elixir!"

"Hey, don't go too far!" Baal was instantly enraged, his fat body actually jumped three feet high. "You know how rare that thing is, I only have five bottles in total, don't even dream about it!"

"Five bottles, give me two bottles!"

"Don't even think about it, at most two drops."

"One bottle!"

"Are you crazy? No way!"

"If you don't give it, I'll beat you up!"

"I\u0026*\u0026*\u0026*\u0026……%" Baal immediately emitted a string of unintelligible notes, probably cursing angrily, but in the end, he still lowered his head. "Half a bottle, okay? Heck, I have a big use for that thing. I really can't give you more."

"Stop it, I guess you want to hit 'King' again. But I told you already. That idea won't work," Heck replied unceremoniously. "One bottle, I won't do it if it's less than a drop."

"Then… alright, alright." In the end, Baal still agreed. Like an aggrieved little wife, he wriggled his huge body towards the small wooden house in the back. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bloodshot asked Heck in a low voice.

"What exactly is Sanixter Elixir?"

"An extremely rare high-energy product," Heck smiled mysteriously, secretly saying to Bloodshot, "This thing is only produced above the Third World, and it is very rare. If your body has it, it will be easy to handle. At least it can extend your life by two years!"

"What!?" Bloodshot was shocked. Two years? With his burning state, this… how is this possible?

"Nothing is impossible," Heck said proudly. "Because this thing is not an elixir at all, but energy, a pure source energy body with no attributes that can be completely absorbed. Only energy civilizations above the Third World can condense and produce such a good thing. In a sense, it is even higher than your life force. So it can also be used as a supplement to life force."

It's so magical?

If Heck hadn't said it himself, Bloodshot would hardly have believed this fact. Energy that can replace life force, what an unimaginable existence is this? If that's the case, then wouldn't humans be able to live forever if they had enough of this elixir?

"Where did you get it? Let me tell you, even the entire Third World's annual production of Sanixter Elixir is only ten bottles! This thing is a truly high-level resource. Even Star-level experts would covet this treasure!"

"He actually got five bottles, now you can be saved!" Heck said excitedly.