Colonial Suit

The Speaker was still as cynical as ever, but the smile on his face was absolutely as annoying as it could be. After meeting Blood瞳, his first words were, "What a pity. I thought you would kill them all."

"I didn't have the chance," Blood瞳 replied. "The battlefield was too scattered, and my power was limited."

"It's the duration that's limited, right?" The Speaker chuckled, and after a while, he leaned close to Blood瞳's ear and said, "You surprised me. The power you showed back then… was it hyper-realization?"

"You know?" Blood瞳 was immediately stunned, becoming vigilant.

Hyper-realization was the power he had just mastered, and it was a function of the Kepler armor. He didn't expect to be seen through by the Speaker. Even more, he didn't expect the Speaker to point it out so bluntly.

However, the Speaker seemed very natural, saying in a voice only Blood瞳 could hear, "Boy, don't think you're so special. You still have a lot to learn on the path of evolution. Hyper-realization is indeed very strong, but those are stories from the distant Great Chaos era. After so long, humanity has already understood it."

"No, in fact, hyper-realization is no longer a secret among all top civilizations. As long as you touch the barrier of the stellar peak, hyper-realization is something you must overcome."

"Savor it, boy. When you get to the Second World, I believe you will see more…"

With that, the Speaker patted Blood瞳's shoulder and turned to leave.

But just as he turned, Blood瞳 suddenly said, "Wait…"

"What else?" The Speaker asked without turning his head. "What you need now is rest. Leave the other things to this old man."

"No… that's not what I meant," Blood瞳 thought for a moment, and finally asked in a deep voice, "You mentioned the Second World just now. Are you telling me that in the Second World, there are many people who can use hyper-realization?"

"More than you think," the Speaker chuckled. "Otherwise, how could it be called the realm of the strong? Any random battle there can cause huge tremors here. That's why the Second World must be virtualized… otherwise, the tremors caused by the battles alone would be enough to destroy everything there."

"Hiss." Blood瞳 gasped, the little bit of pride that had just welled up disappearing without a trace.

Just the battles could destabilize the world structure. Virtualization was necessary to overcome this. What kind of terrifying existence was the Second World? He had been reveling in the power of hyper-realization during the previous battle, but he didn't expect that there were many people who possessed this power in the Second World.

However, this is precisely the motivation for me to keep moving forward…

Blood瞳 thought silently, flying towards the yacht with a complex expression. Behind him, Brut closely followed…

"What does he mean by hyper-realization? Is it the power you showed before?"

"…………" Blood瞳 was silent.

"I will definitely master this power," Brut gritted his teeth. "Definitely."

"…………, Good luck."

The two figures disappeared into the entrance of the yacht. On the other side, the Speaker and Sal Jones were flying towards the altar. The competition war was over, and now it was time for the major civilizations to fight for benefits. Of course, old men like them had to come forward for this kind of thing. In the past, this kind of opportunity was mostly occupied by energy civilizations. But today… the Speaker had the feeling of serfs turning over and singing.

As he flew, he said to Sal Jones, "Too much is as bad as too little. If that kid could have been more tactful, maybe we would have gained even more."

"He's not the kind of person who knows how to control himself," Sal Jones replied, with a faint smile on his face. "Didn't you notice that he fights like he's not even human? He gives me the feeling of being more like a beast."

"That's why he's good enough…" the Speaker laughed. "You should know how dangerous these guys who fight on instinct are. He's not the first. I've always believed that only such warriors can maximize their combat power. Just like the power he displayed."

"By the way, speaking of that," Sal Jones suddenly said. "Speaker, are you sure you weren't mistaken? If it really is hyper-realization, then how many did he master?"

"I'm sure I wasn't mistaken. As for how many attributes he has mastered," the Speaker chuckled. "Being able to touch one is already good enough, so what are we talking about mastering? When that kid gets to the Second World, he'll have a headache. Hahahaha…"

As he spoke, the Speaker laughed, as if he could see Blood瞳's surprised look.

Councilor Sal Jones also laughed, shaking his head. "Indeed, mastering even one hyper-realization is amazing enough. He may have only touched a little bit. Otherwise, I would really be scared to death."

"That's impossible, you're overthinking it."

The altar loomed larger in front of them, and soon, the two of them flew close with their guards. By this time, envoys from many civilizations had arrived, all waiting to share the big cake given by the Second World, but without a doubt, this time, the piece that humanity received was the largest, so much so that along the way, many civilizations showed undisguised hostility towards the Speaker.

"These fools. Just a little bit of profit makes them show their ferocity. Don't they know that when the Great Destruction comes, they will all die?" The Speaker curled his lips in disdain. "A bunch of short-sighted guys."

"That's why I don't want to stay in the same universe as them…" Councilor Sal Jones also sighed. "Breathing the same air as them, I can feel the taste of stupidity."

"Well said…" The Speaker nodded, then greeted the envoy from the Second World.

There were very few Second World envoys greeting them this time, only one, shrouded in a faint golden light, like a god.

The negotiation process does not need to be described in detail. In short, it took half a day for each civilization to get what they wanted, including those eliminated civilizations. Their warriors died in the competition, but they exchanged their lives for resources and technology. For them, this is probably the meaning of participating in the ritual.

The sorrow of low-level civilizations lies in the fact that even when their fate is being manipulated, they still think they have gained an advantage and are complacent.

But it was another matter when it came to humanity. In addition to their deserved share, the Speaker was left on the altar to wait for a separate reception from the envoy. This made many civilizations show envious and hostile eyes. But even if they were more hostile, they could not change the fact that humanity had the advantage, so when they left, the Speaker unceremoniously walked towards the Second World envoy. Then he laughed.

"Long time no see, my old friend, Master Dibis. Haven't you been killed by our people yet?"

The golden light faded, revealing an elderly envoy, the leader of the Second World envoys this time, that stern 'adult'. His body flickered between reality and illusion, but his eyes flashed with deep-seated hatred.

"Speaker, you are still alive. How could I die?"

"Ha… this time, you can't stop me, right?" The Speaker said. Then he pointed to the fleet behind him. "According to the rules, we can get a satisfactory return gift. What do you think of a void city in the Second World?"

"Hmph." Dibis snorted. But he did not refuse. "It depends on your abilities. You took advantage of the competition war. I'll see if your people can still be so proud when they get up there."

"Take it, then let your people get ready, we'll set off in two days."

With that, a ball of light was thrown into the Speaker's hand… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)