Colonial Suit

“Names are meaningless. If you like, just call me Robbie.” The radiant man gazed at the blood-red eyes, a perfect smile on his face. “This vessel once had a deep connection with you, linked by fate and karma. But now, it has no value. Robbie is me, and I am Robbie. That is the truth. The only difference is that the carbohydrate once called Robbie was just a martyr, while I am a god!”

The Holy God Robbie opened his arms with a smile. The light in his chest grew even brighter, like a miniature sun. The surging positive energy was highly condensed, almost tangible. His voice was soft, yet it seemed to echo throughout the void, throughout the universe, proclaiming his divine declaration.

“This is my world!”

“This is my universe!”

“You, all living beings, are in my cage!”

“Your sorrow, anger, worry, and grief are all my nourishment! Your joy, happiness, beauty, and longing are all my amusement. I make you cry, and you shall cry; I make you laugh, and you may laugh.”

“So-called life, individuality, is just a meaningless unit. Perhaps it is everything to you, but to me, to this world, it only represents waste and consumption. From the moment you are born, the universe's resources diminish, yet you can hardly produce anything. In one cosmic era after another, your only value is to make the universe decline faster.”

Holy God Robbie lowered his head, looking at the blood-red eyes. “Do you know how heartbreaking this is? In the beginning, I tried to change you, influence you, and lead you onto my path, but your stupidity made me give up. No matter how hard I try, you will only make things worse. Desire, greed, the emotions of inferior life forms make you foolish, pursuing pleasure and intoxication. I gradually realized that the universe does not need you; you are just a group of parasites, a bunch of garbage spawned by the dark side of the universe.”

“I must cleanse, must balance. This is my mission, and the mission of all Alphas.”

“So you started the war? Created the Krodirs, Bocas, and Sasas?” Bloodshot asked, without a trace of displeasure on his face. He couldn't compare himself to a madman, just as a summer insect cannot discuss ice. He already knew what the Krodirs were - Alpha's tools. Biological tools created for killing and destruction, or as he would put it, for cleansing and balancing.

But the Holy God on the opposite side shook his head. “War? No. I do not like war. I hate all violence.”

“The universe is mine, not yours. Any destruction of the universe, any waste of resources, is something I cannot tolerate. War is the same. Do you know how many resources a small-scale war wastes? How much energy the conflict between just two civilizations consumes? When you fight each other out of your delusions, do you ever think about how much the universe has to pay to make up for it, and how much it accelerates the process?”

“The universe's time is limited. From the beginning of an era to the end of an era is a cycle. This cycle is the life cycle of the universe. Your stupidity and consumption shorten the cycle, thereby interfering with the evolution of the universe.” Speaking of this, a smile appeared on the Holy God's face as he said to Bloodshot, “Strange, isn't it? The universe also needs to evolve. But this is reality. You cannot feel it because your level is too low. And these are precisely what I detest.”

“Then what do you need?” Bloodshot suddenly interrupted. “What kind of world do you want?”

“What?” The Holy God was stunned, not understanding Bloodshot's words.

Bloodshot continued to ask, ignoring him, “As you said, the entire universe is yours, so what else do you need? What is your purpose? Life has ideals, has goals. Even the lowly like us know how to pursue, to pursue something better, or something stronger.”

“But what about you? You have everything. Are you just here to show off to me?”

“You say you hate war, yet you create war. You hate consumption, yet you create consumption. Isn't that contradictory?”

Saying this, Bloodshot stepped forward, looking into the Holy God's eyes, and said sincerely, “Tell me... your pursuit.”

“…………”

The Holy God fell silent. Although he had been impassioned just now, his heart was clearly touched at this moment. He did not speak, just silently confronting Bloodshot for a long time.

Finally, he lowered his head, and touched his forehead with his right hand.

“Hmph…”

“Ideals, pursuits?”

“What am I even doing? Wasting time with you here. As expected, even Diabolus cannot understand my will. You have already become corrupt and degenerate, contaminated by the Krodir and human way of thinking, actually asking such a low-level question.”

“Does evolution need a reason? Does becoming stronger need a reason?”

“For higher life forms like you and me, evolution is ability. Only those inferior life forms will think about meaning, and deliberately find a goal.”

“Excessive thinking, desire, is what makes inferior life forms so detestable. If everyone, every individual, had the same thought, the same way of acting, how much efficiency would be increased… In this respect, I like human machines. Every screw is so perfect, so singular. They don't complain, yet are more efficient and pure.”

“You want to turn all life into machines?” Bloodshot's pupils suddenly contracted. “Is that the world you desire?”

“No, just a metaphor.” The Holy God shook his head. “Machines are too primitive. I need a more efficient mode of operation to harvest the essence of this era…”

Speaking of this, the Holy God's voice suddenly became blurred, as if shielded by an invisible force. At the same time, his face changed slightly, as if he had said something wrong.

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Bloodshot immediately realized that he had probably let something slip. He had exposed a trace of Alpha's true secret.

In fact, Bloodshot didn't believe the Holy God's words at all. The so-called Lord of the Universe, if he could really control the universe, why would he create the Krodirs, Bocas, and Sasas? Even his power of fate wasn't absolute. The more Bloodshot came into contact with it, the more he suspected that this so-called Alpha was probably the universe's biggest parasite. It occupied the top worlds of the universe, wanting to realize a grand, yet difficult plan.

But no matter what, it was too powerful. Powerful to the point of despair… Hidden in the First World, no one could harm them.

Except now…

Suddenly, Bloodshot smiled and asked the last question, “Where is Robbie?”

“You don't need to know!” The Holy God shouted in exasperation. His conversation with Bloodshot earlier made him feel like he had been fooled, and he was particularly annoyed. Even as a wisp of a clone, he could not allow Bloodshot to violate his dignity.

But he never expected Bloodshot to continue.

“In that case, you're useless.”

A black shadow flashed, Bloodshot suddenly appeared in front of the Holy God, then grabbed his head and delivered a knee strike!

“I've been putting up with you for a long time. You talk too damn much!” (To be continued…)