Colonial Suit

The Second World, the Hornaaz Void Fortress.

This is the boundary point of the Sasa tribe and a busy transportation hub. Every minute, giant and even super-giant transport ships pass through here, carrying trillions of units of cargo. Outside the fortress is the free void, while inside is the strictly controlled area of the Sasa tribe.

The Sasa tribe's biological civilization is separated from the other civilizations of the Second World by this boundary.

They possess the most advanced biotechnology after the Clodiles and have become the leaders of the Second World because of it.

People look up to them and respect them. At the same time...

...they also fear them.

"Hey, slow down, slow down a bit more, follow the tractor beam into the spaceport, close your shields, open the buffer, good... get closer, very good, got you. The channel is established, your cargo will be unloaded in a day, you can find a place to have some fun now. Hornaaz has some nice entertainment venues, what do you like? The enthusiastic young ladies of Hankos, or the young lads of Bisotu? Okay, I'm just kidding... You have a day to rest. If you continue forward, don't forget to renew your transit permit. Otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety."

The navigator's teasing laughter came from the channel. A potato-shaped fat man bit his fingers fiercely and cursed, "Do I need you to tell me that? I've been running this route for more than a day or two!"

As he spoke, he shouted at the stream of people moving forward in the passage below, "Hurry up, hurry up, you damned slaves. Your value should be reflected in your work, not slowly waiting to die here! Damn it, thank Master Bayi, I brought you to Sasa, not Boka, otherwise those Boka people who hate humans would have killed you all! Unlike now, you still have a chance to live!"

In the passage, the human slaves moved forward silently, the line stretching very long. There were many of them, as many as several million, all 'black goods' that Bayi had brought from lower-level worlds. The universe never lacks merchants, and even less lacks opportunistic merchants, so even though the Second World is tightly sealed, there are still powerful merchants who can evade checkpoints through some 'special channels' and bring in the resources needed by the Second World.

For example, a large number of carbon-based slaves.

Compared to silicon-based life, carbon-based life is actually very fragile and not suitable for high-intensity work. However, they are more adaptable to certain environments than silicon-based life and can endure hardship better. Therefore, these slaves are always popular in the Second World, especially humans. Weak, obedient, large in number, consumed and replenished at any time, never worrying about the source of supply.

However, since humans defeated the Sajeste people and established a country in the Second World, this behavior can only be done secretly. Because according to the rules of the Second World, civilizations with countries are nobles and no longer 'livestock' to be slaughtered at will. No one dares to openly treat a noble civilization as slaves, unless they want to challenge the entire Second World.

Of course, if you can do it secretly and not be discovered, that's another matter.

The potato-shaped captain, also known as Master Bayi, cursed while smugly lighting a cigar for himself. He was proud of his cleverness this time, taking in this batch of goods while humans were being widely hated by the Second World, believing that humans would never notice him in the midst of their busy schedule. And this batch of slaves can be sold for a high price to the Sasa tribe, enough for him to live comfortably for a long time.

The Nabotuer tribe are the dung beetles of the universe, always doing the dirtiest but most valuable work. Their ships are as distinctive as they are.

However, leaning on the railing, Bayi recalled the stream of light he encountered on the way, the thing that pierced through his cargo ship, and a sense of doubt arose in his heart.

Are there such strange ships in this world?

Thinking this, he took out a communicator with one of his tentacles.

"Connect me to Officer Sack."

The communicator flickered a few times, and a light screen popped up. There was only a chair with its back to him. A hoarse voice came from it.

"Bayi, why are you disturbing me? Don't you know my time is precious? If you can't give me a satisfactory answer, I guarantee your cargo will be devalued by twenty percent."

"Officer Sack, I just need your help. If a twenty percent share can make you happy, then it's definitely my honor," Bayi immediately changed to a 'smiling face' and said flatteringly. The Nabotuer people know best when to say what, which is their survival principle.

"Oh?" The chair in the light screen rocked back and forth but didn't turn around. "For you to bleed so much, it seems you've encountered some trouble. Okay, tell me, what can I help you with? If you can afford the price, then helping you solve a small problem is no big deal."

"That's right, that's right." Bayi bent his waist even lower. He knew Officer Sack's power, and it could be said that he was the only ruler in this void. Even a Stellar-level expert would not want to offend him.

As the border defense officer of the Sasa tribe, he wielded awe-inspiring power.

At the same time, he also had resources.

"It's like this, on the way here, I encountered a strange thing..." Bayi began to tell the story, describing the ship he encountered. Finally, he said, "I can guarantee that it passed through the middle of my cargo ship, but my cargo ship didn't suffer any physical damage except for the damaged shield. I find it a bit strange, so I hope to get some information from you. When did such a ship appear in the Second World?"

"Refraction of light, construction, manifestation into a spaceship? Penetration with lethality, but without harming the entity?"

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In the light screen, Sack was in deep thought, and after a while, he said, "Your information is not detailed enough. This little intelligence can only determine that the other party is using an advanced ship. If you ask me, I can only say that the Second World does have similar technologies, but they are all top secrets and cannot be revealed to you."

"Is it a Sasa tribe ship?"

"No, we are not good at energy technology. This kind of ship should belong to the Boka lineage. Only they have the mastery of 'light' to construct and utilize it at will. Besides, what does this have to do with you? Didn't you suffer any losses? The person who owns this kind of ship is not someone you can offend. I advise you to stay away from him."

"Yes, yes." Bayi nodded repeatedly, but layers of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Sack sensitively noticed the change in his emotions and asked in surprise, "What, did something happen between you and this ship?"

"No, no. It's just..." Bayi was sweating profusely, and after hesitating for a long time, he said, "I checked the cargo ship's records and found that it scanned the cargo ship when it passed through me. You know, I brought a lot of contraband this time, and I'm worried it..."

"Disaster originates from greed." Sack suddenly laughed, gloatingly saying, "Bayi, your life as a master is probably coming to an end..."(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.).