Colonial Suit

“What do you want?” Blood Pupil asked.

“I don’t know.” The Speaker shook his head, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes. “I don’t know what it is, so I can’t give you an accurate description. You just need to know that it’s a very peculiar thing.”

“Insufficient information. I can’t do it.” Blood Pupil refused without hesitation. He was a combatant, not an intelligence agent. Even if he accepted this task, it would be difficult to search in the chaotic battlefield, let alone for a target without even a hint. This is simply a joke.

However, the Speaker seemed to have known he would say this. He pondered for a moment, then spoke.

“Forty-two hours ago, Muse brought me something we call the Holy Light Spiral.”

“Holy Light Spiral?” Blood Pupil frowned. He had heard of this name. In fact, this name was well-known among the Boka Clan. It was impossible not to know it. But wasn't it a core secret of the Boka Clan? How did humans get their hands on it?

“You don’t need to worry about how we got it. You just need to know that I analyzed it as quickly as possible. But the result surprised me.” The Speaker continued, a look of reminiscence in his eyes. “In most rumors, the Holy Light Spiral is the Boka Clan’s sacred object, containing the secrets of their light energy, but in fact, it’s not just that. The Holy Light Spiral does have some rules code related to light energy, but its true value lies in its body.”

“The Holy Light Spiral is actually a key!”

“Hmm?” A glint flashed in Blood Pupil’s eyes. A key? One of the Boka Clan’s most core sacred objects was just a key? What did it unlock? A treasure vault, or the Boka Clan’s deeply hidden cosmic secrets?

“We don’t know. However, according to my analysis of the Holy Light Spiral, I feel that it’s connected to a mysterious spiritual collective, whose characteristics are very similar to the Boka Clan’s life source!” The Speaker slowly explained. “Based on such a bold guess, I believe its ultimate destination may be the Boka Clan’s gene source code. That is, the origin of the Boka Clan’s life.”

“How is that possible?” Blood Pupil asked, frowning.

Weren't the Boka Clan pure energy beings? Their bodies were composed of energy networks. Where would they have a gene map of carbon-based life?

“That’s just what we call it. The general meaning is about the same.” The Speaker smiled slightly, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. “Of course, this is just my guess, but if it’s not, then the problem is big.”

“I can’t help but ask myself, do the Boka people themselves know where this key points? If they don’t know, then who buried this clue in the Boka Clan’s light energy core? What is it ultimately trying to guide us to?”

The Speaker spoke slowly, but the meaning in his words was chilling.

A secret that even the Boka Clan didn't know, a pointer hidden in their core, what was it trying to do?

Following the Speaker's train of thought, Blood Pupil suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. A huge chessboard jumped into his mind, a chessboard with the starry sky as the background and civilizations as chess pieces.

Alpha!!

“You thought of it…” Seeing the sudden look of astonishment on Blood Pupil’s face, the Speaker’s expression gradually darkened. He reached out and took a cigar from the cigar box next to Blood Pupil. He cut off the cigar cap and lit it.

The mellow cigar smoke filled the air, but both of their hearts were sinking.

“I will find it and bring it back.”

After a long silence, Blood Pupil suddenly spoke.

At this time, it was no longer a question of whether he could do it, but that he had to. Because this was not only related to the future of mankind, but also to himself. In the long adventure and growth, he was closely connected with humans and could no longer be separated. No matter what he was ultimately pursuing, humans were an indispensable help and background for him.

The Speaker nodded, saying nothing. Any words were pale and powerless. To explore the mysteries of the universe and the secrets of the First World, sacrifices were inevitable.

“I will give you its wave characteristics. This is your only clue. I’m sorry I can’t help you more, but I don’t think either you or I have much of a choice.”

“Pawns never have the right to choose.” Blood Pupil replied, looking up into the distance. “Sometimes I wonder if our current actions and thoughts were already destined ten thousand years ago? When that great being dropped the chess piece, we were already toys in his palm. Just like this clue, and our current situation. Everything is guiding us, driving us. What does it want to get? Just a war spanning the universe, or destruction and death behind the war?”

“I don’t know.” The Speaker replied, also falling into deep confusion. “But I think it always has its own purpose. War is just a means to achieve the goal, not the goal itself. Let us continue to explore, maybe we will know the truth when we see it with our own eyes.”

“But the problem is, I’m afraid it will be too late by then.” Blood Pupil sighed softly. He picked up the large book on the table, got up, and walked towards the door. “These days, I noticed the spread of the black tide in the Boka Clan’s data, especially in the lower worlds. The black tide has devoured billions of planets and swaths of star fields. The living space of the universe’s civilizations is being eroded bit by bit. I think our time will be less and less.”

“The civilization distribution and spatial structure of the lower worlds make it very fragile, so it becomes the first victim of the black tide. What about next? When will it be our turn?”

“It’s not far away.” The Speaker replied, but without looking at Blood Pupil. “So in the lower worlds, humans are already fighting with other civilizations for living space and resources. This will be a long-term, continuous war. Countless lives will die, and countless planets will perish. But if we don’t do this, our race will not be able to continue. This is the only choice.”

“Yes, just like pawns.” Blood Pupil said, his back to the Speaker, without turning his head. “The same as our current situation.”

“So hurry up, Blood Pupil. Only by entering the First World faster, and touching the truth of the universe faster, can we find a glimmer of hope in this great destruction.” The Speaker said with a sigh, and then looked up again. “Oh, and one more thing.”

“What?”

“A personal matter about you. That woman named Li’er has been noticed by the Sasa Clan. They believe that Li’er has the gene code needed by the Sasa Clan, so they plan to have her mate with a ruler of the Sasa Clan to breed more excellent offspring.” The Speaker lowered his head, as if he didn’t know he was saying something very cruel, especially at such a serious juncture.

“I didn’t want to tell you at this time, but I think you have the right to know the truth.”

The Speaker said deeply, as if he could feel the anger in Blood Pupil’s heart, but to his surprise, Blood Pupil just remained silent for a moment and continued walking towards the door.

“I know.”

He said so, his tone calm.

“I hope that ruler lives a happy, healthy life…” (To be continued…)