Colonial Suit

The ‘star’ swayed, the ‘star’ trembled.

It was a star, yet it was not a star. It presented a strange state between substance and illusion. But the change would not stop. As more spatial particles poured in, it began to materialize, bit by bit, emerging from the illusion.

The feeling was like a landscape in a flat painting suddenly coming to life. It was extremely shocking, extremely magical.

Soon, this star was completed, and then, the next one... the next one.

Silently, a dreamlike scene unfolded before everyone. It turned nothingness into reality, and dreams into actuality. All impossible descriptions seemed pale in this transformation between illusion and reality. Can you imagine a planet being created out of thin air? Can you imagine the universe being kneaded like dough?

Those were just ravings, but here, everything was real.

Through the porthole, Blood瞳 personally witnessed planets being ‘created,’ and nothingness turning into reality. His brows furrowed deeply.

He didn't discover how this was done.

At his level, it could be said that he had reached the upper echelons of the cosmic pyramid. His every move could affect the pattern changes of lower worlds. It was just that Blood瞳 never wanted to participate. If he indulged himself, with his power, he could at any time carve out a territory in any level below the Fourth World. Even the Romick family, which had once helped him, was now as small as dust.

However, such powerful strength still could not discover the essence of these illusions becoming reality, which was enough to show how magical and advanced this change was.

That was the civilizational achievement of the Second World, surpassing the technology and strength of all lower worlds!

The Second World was using this method to tell the world that they were still the masters of the universe!!

However, for Blood瞳, this kind of demonstration was nothing. He was more concerned about the materialized stars.

Seven!

Constant transformation between illusion and reality. In reality, only seven planets materialized. The landforms of these seven planets were different. Some were mainly plains and mountains, some were mainly oceans, swamps, and lakes, some were glaciers, and some were lava fire seas. The most special were the last two. They couldn't even be considered stars at all, but just two spheroids of space isolation. One was normal, filled with the positive rules of the universe, and the other was a disaster world raging with storms and broken fragments.

These were seven planets, seven battlefields!!

Blood瞳 lowered his head. He didn't need to think anymore to know that this was probably the intention of the Second World for them.

As the absolute controller, the Second World didn't even need to hide it, nor did it need to use high-sounding reasons to disguise it. It was going to tell everyone openly. This festival was a gladiatorial match!!

What it needed was blood, death. Sacrifices, gains!!

Not the compensation promised after collecting resources.

For the Second World, only sacrifices were the most important, and the candidates accepted for the sake of sacrifices were just a burden. The fewer, the better. The more dead, the better! The Second World was the master of the universe, and this master no longer needed more. They occupied the peak of the universe, the top of the food chain. They tasted all the sweet fruits in the universe, and they didn't need to pay a price. Their technology, even a trace of it, could cause wars in the lower worlds. Any one of their strongmen could crush lower civilizations.

Such a world. Why would they need to absorb fresh blood? More people joining would only share more resources. There was no benefit to this, especially on the eve of this impending great destruction.

Therefore, this time, the Second World unhesitatingly showed its purpose, which was to reduce the number of candidates and gain more. Pay less!!

This was undoubtedly tyranny! It was power politics!

But strangely, none of the civilizations participating in the festival objected! (Speaking of this, Little Knife suddenly thought that many countries say that the Flower Clan is dangerous, violent, hostile, and antagonistic. In Little Knife's opinion, that only shows that the Flower Clan is not dangerous enough. If it were dangerous enough, how would they dare to speak? The reason why clowns dare to jump out is because they think there is no danger. This is reality. Please refer to Japan, which is stationed by the US military. What, you still don't agree? Little Knife is now holding a gun to your head, please say something that you are dissatisfied with Little Knife. Immediately, immediately!! If you don't say it, you are a grandson!!!)

The seven planets formed a dense star ring. Their volume was much smaller than ordinary stars, and their gravity was also cut off. But the dense arrangement of the seven planets was still an extremely spectacular sight. It shocked all the audience.

And then, in the center of the seven planets, at the location of the meteorite, a small golden altar rose out of thin air.

Countless phantoms overlapped on it, like stands surrounding it.

The Second World did not materialize in front of people, but the little bit it showed was enough to subdue all the disobedient.

There was no sound, but magnificent music and mysterious, complex chanting came to people's minds at the same time.

This was the ritual of the festival, very complex and cumbersome.

Blood瞳 was not interested in waiting and turned back to his room.

The duration of the festival was very long. The initial ceremony was the most grand, lasting for two full days. During these two days, the Second World still did not materialize in front of everyone, only leading the ceremony through the sound and images in the brain domain. But as the ceremony progressed, real-world extensions began to appear. On the golden altar, figures emerged, looking down on the world like gods.

They were very small, and there were no intense energy fluctuations on their bodies. But their aura was extremely honorable, and their eyes looked at everyone as if they were looking at ants.

Under their guidance, the Third World's fleet began to stir, approaching the altar in a designated order.

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They needed to pay tribute in exchange for the qualification to join the battlefield.

Blood瞳 didn't recognize the first civilization. The tribute they paid was five mineral stars. The envoy of the Second World checked it and then accepted it. That civilization bowed gratefully and retreated, sending a warrior into the battlefield.

Then came the second civilization, the third...

The process went quickly, and more and more fleets sent candidates, offering sacrifices to the Second World. Among them, there were certainly successes and failures. Those who succeeded immediately became vigilant after returning, fearing that other civilizations would be hostile to them, while those who failed retreated to the side in despair, becoming complete foils.

Time passed bit by bit. This was a boring but smooth process. After a long time, suddenly, Blood瞳 opened his eyes.

Because he suddenly felt a familiar aura appearing on the distant altar!!

It was a gorgeous red-haired woman, accompanied by many Mota protectors and Kree invaders, ascending the altar.

The voices of their civilization echoed in everyone's minds.

“We have no sacrifices. If we have to say a sacrifice, it is her.”

In an instant, Blood瞳's pupils shrank sharply, and a bone-piercing cold light burst out from his eyes.

That figure, that woman...

Li'er. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation..)

ps: Second update