Colonial Suit

Just as Blood Pupil crushed that aura.

On the other side of the plane, Kerk Planet.

Dungar was working at his desk when he suddenly groaned involuntarily. Then his expression changed slightly, and he stood up abruptly...

"Why... the mark I left behind has been destroyed? Who is it! Who is coveting my power!"

Hearing his angry voice, the door burst open, and several guards rushed in. "Lord Dungar, what happened?"

"Nothing, get out."

"But, my Lord!"

"I said nothing happened, get out!!"

"Ah... yes, yes." Looking at Dungar's livid face, the guards scrambled out.

But Dungar found it hard to calm down. He walked silently to the French window, looking down at the city below, his chest heaving...

In an instant, he thought of many things, and he recalled his past. When he was still a weak Meteor-level, he accidentally broke into this plane during a mission. He was fortunate enough to obtain the key to this plane. The details were not for outsiders to know, but it was that adventure that eventually allowed him to come into contact with the will of this plane and become its spokesperson.

His power was the power of the plane. His will was the will of the plane. Although he was not even as good as a Comet-level when he left this plane, he was invincible in this plane!

It was because of this that he became one of the most important stewards of the Cosmic Mercenaries, responsible for guarding the only passage to the headquarters, and in control of the Cosmic Mercenaries' Star Tower!

But today, just now, he actually felt that he was about to lose it...

This feeling was mysterious and terrifying. Dungar couldn't imagine what would await him if he separated from the plane. He succeeded because of the plane, and he would also be destroyed because of the plane.

However, he had no way to do anything...

Because the Plane Key was impossible to capture, and even the carrier bearing it could not be located. The only way to contact it was through someone who interested it. He himself had aroused the interest of the Plane's Will, and only then had he gradually come into contact with it. Although he had left a trace of aura for early warning, how could he possibly find the original location again?

It should be known that although this was only a plane, it also represented the rules of the universe... and the will of the rules themselves.

Dungar sighed, feeling more and more vexed. At the same time, he began to ponder...

This plane had been quiet and stable for thousands of years, never refusing his requests. Why was it suddenly acting up now? In that case, it must have discovered something special. And this thing could never have belonged to the original plane. It could only be something that had newly entered the plane.

Thinking like this...

A sharp glint suddenly flashed in Dungar's eyes. He raised his head and said.

"Immediately bring me the entry and exit records for the past year, as well as the whereabouts of everyone!"

As the master of this plane, Dungar possessed great power. It could be said that no one could escape his surveillance. As long as he wished, he could see it. This was partly due to the mercenaries' technology, and partly due to the power of the plane.

It was just that in his unstable emotional state, he had forgotten whether the plane would still be as obedient as usual if the plane itself had undergone a change.

In the room, countless light screens flickered around Dungar, each flicker representing a surveillance record of a foreigner. These records were very detailed, almost showing every detail of their actions from the moment they entered until they left. At the same time, the conversion was extremely fast due to the large amount of data, like fleeting shadows.

If it were an ordinary person, such a rapid flow of data would probably be impossible to see clearly. But Dungar was different. He was the spokesperson of the plane itself, and he had connected his thoughts and senses to the Star Tower over the long years. It could be said that he himself was a super-massive 'intelligent brain'. Therefore, processing it was extremely easy, without missing a single detail.

Unfortunately, no matter how he searched, he could not find anything suspicious. Everyone's whereabouts were traceable.

As time passed, Dungar's emotions became more and more anxious.

There was a reason why he was doing this.

Because the greatest characteristic of the Plane's Will was its unpredictability. This included not only the Plane's Will itself, but also its carrier and everyone who came into contact with it. If someone was really in contact with the Plane's Will at this moment, then his whereabouts would inevitably have a blank spot. This was the clue he wanted.

But the problem was that he had searched for so long, and had almost finished reading all the entry and exit records for the past year, but he couldn't find a single missing person. In other words, he couldn't find the person who had aroused the plane's interest at all.

What was he to do?

Thinking of this, Dungar became even more anxious, wishing he could immediately abandon his body and merge with the Plane's Will. However, doing so would mean unimaginable sacrifices, which even he, with his current foundation, could not afford.

After thinking for a while, Dungar finally sighed and gave up the idea of making a desperate gamble.

He raised his head and said to the void, "Cosmic Mercenaries First-Level Steward Dungar, requesting connection to headquarters. Emergency situation."

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"Connection authorized, in progress... Contact in five minutes." A response came from the void, and after a while, an old voice suddenly sounded.

"Dungar... why did you suddenly connect? Don't you know that our dimensions are not yet synchronized? Doing so will cost us a year's worth of reserves."

"My Lord." Dungar's expression became solemn. Although he did not see the other party's image, he still bowed respectfully. Then he said seriously, "I need your help."

"What happened?" The old voice paused, then became extremely calm, as if the sky falling was nothing to worry about.

His calmness made Dungar feel as if he had found a pillar of support. He first pondered for a moment, then slowly said.

"I feel that my power has been touched..."

"Your power?" The old voice was stunned at first, then slowly said, "I see, no wonder you suddenly connected... This matter is indeed very important, not only for you, but also for the entire mercenary system. Tell me, what do you need?"

"I hope to receive 'His Majesty's' attention." Dungar said in a deep voice. "Only in this way can I find that person."

"Oh?" The old voice pondered for a while, then slowly said, "Isn't His Majesty's attention already invested in your plane?"

"But, my Lord!" Dungar was a little anxious. "That is to protect the experiment. What I need now is to search for the source of the anomaly. These are two different things. I need to get the support of headquarters and get 'His Majesty' to incline some attention towards me."

"That's impossible!" The old voice refused without hesitation. "How can we order His Majesty's will? Even headquarters can only request. Headquarters has already paid too much for this operation. If you want to gain his inclination, then contact him yourself."

"My Lord..."

"That's all." The old voice replied impatiently, then cut off the communication.

In the room, Dungar was stunned in place, his face livid. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to read.)

ps: The first update, it's hard to say about the evening. Going to work tomorrow.