Colonial Suit

Outside the bar, the sun shone brightly.

Inside, Boswell's heart sank to the bottom.

He silently gazed at the young woman before him, as beautiful as autumn water, and the rainbow-like, picturesque drink. He softly asked,

"Why?"

"Why constrain yourself like this? In the apocalypse, only survival is the most important thing. What is the meaning of dignity? Haven't you seen those girls outside, who wouldn't willingly give up everything to survive? Body, soul, dignity, they're just necessary nutrients for survival..."

As Boswell spoke, his right hand, encased in a metal gauntlet, rested on the table, a mere hair's breadth away from Leah's fingers.

"Singer, that legendary man, is gone. He won't come back... because he's a cosmic mercenary, and mercenaries can't stay put. They'll fight in the starry sky forever until they die, that's the meaning of a mercenary. Why are you waiting so bitterly?"

"Don't forget!" Boswell's voice suddenly increased, as if a heavy hammer struck Leah's heart. "A mercenary's lifespan is far greater than that of ordinary people! When your youth fades and you grow old, can you still face that man?"

Silence filled the bar, everyone staring dumbfounded at Boswell, at this audacious man. But no one spoke. Boswell was right, the gap between mercenaries and ordinary people was too great, almost like the difference between gods and humans. An ordinary mercenary, even if only of Meteor rank, would easily live for hundreds, even thousands of years. If they wished, they would never age, their bodies forever maintaining their peak 'form'.

How could such a man be possessed by an ordinary woman? Leah's bitter wait was destined to be in vain.

Silence, absolute silence.

The bar seemed to freeze, as if caught in a time warp. After a long while, a faint sigh echoed.

Leah's sigh.

"Youth... years... am I destined to never wait for you?"

"You can't wait!" Boswell said decisively, his fingers moving forward slightly, finally touching Leah's fingertip.

He maintained this posture, his gaze fixed on Leah's hair. "Be my woman, Leah! Although I also have the power of a mercenary, I'm still an ordinary person. I won't leave here, I won't leave you. The life of a mercenary is too exciting and too heavy. It's not something I can bear. I don't want endless life, nor endless battles. I just want you..."

"Just you and me, in Shangri-La, on this vast land. Nothing can stop me."

"Wow..."

"Lord Boswell is so devoted..."

"This is the Lord Boswell, the idol in our hearts."

"Lord Boswell, please allow me to follow you."

"I want to have your children..." (Little Knife was covered in black lines. Who designed this line first? The LOL friends are too impure.)

In the bar, the waitresses' eyes shone, all moved by Boswell's devotion. But Leah, the protagonist, remained unmoved. She silently watched her cheerful subordinates, sighing inwardly.

Youth is so good... Was this the former me?

The former me was also so easily moved, easily filled with longing, treating love as sacred. But where is there anything sacred in this world? When the cold wind ravaged the earth and the apocalypse enveloped everything, people only pursued survival.

I am lucky. I have the protection of Singer and Haji. I have Shangri-La, this apocalyptic paradise, which is why I have the independence and freedom I have today. In fact, I am very clear about how extravagant this is. In the apocalypse, women are the least valuable creatures, physically weak and unable to hunt. They have no other meaning except to reproduce.

If it weren't for Singer and Haji, I'm afraid I would have become like other girls, reduced to tools for venting desires and reproduction.

In such an environment, I am still pursuing love. What a pathetic thing...

But...

Isn't this the reason why I have been able to live until now and continue to persevere?

Her finger twitched slightly, Leah imperceptibly moved away from Boswell. Her eyes lowered. "What is lost can never be regained."

"That's because you haven't met a man who can ignore everything!" Boswell replied domineeringly. He had the confidence because he was the strongest on this planet. Since the end of the apocalypse, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching the level of a trainee mercenary. For a planet still in the Seventh World, he was the supreme master!

The black tide spread, bringing not only new life to X35 but also isolation. No one could approach this planet anymore, so Boswell was God.

What he wanted, he would definitely get, and what he opposed, he would definitely destroy.

This is the cosmic warrior!

"Ignore everything, possess everything! As long as I fancy it, I will definitely get it." Boswell suddenly took a step forward, his metal palm reaching for Leah. "This is me, Leah!! Even if this world has changed, power is still the eternal standard!"

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"You are destined to belong to me! If you can't recognize this fact, then let me teach you!"

"Your past, your man, even your brother! Will no longer be your protection. This is the cruelty of the apocalypse!"

"But the apocalypse is over!" Leah shouted.

"No, it's far from over!" Boswell replied loudly. "The black tide has spread throughout the universe, and this place is the isolated island of the universe. Like me, I am the god on this isolated island. If I say it's not over, then even if the people of the whole world stand before me, they must shout the same words!"

"Leah, don't you understand? Environmental disasters are just trials of nature, but the malice of life is the origin of terror!"

"The apocalypse has only just begun..."

Boswell's palm finally grabbed Leah, lifting her little by little in front of him.

Looking at this young woman radiating astonishing beauty, Boswell's gaze softened, as if murmuring in a dream. "Leah, this is a cruel world, whether past, present, or future... it will not change."

"The apocalypse is just a symbol of the past, but new symbols will be born from our hearts, and even from the hearts of all ambitious people!"

"I didn't need to come back. In just a few days, the Land of Paradise will issue an order to bring the entire world under control. But I still came back, just to take you away! My goddess..."

"Without you, everywhere is hell. With your company, hell is also heaven..."

Bang! Just then, the door of the bar opened, and Haji walked in with a group of hunters.

"Let go of your hand!" Haji said, holding a huge repeating crossbow, his face livid. "If you're not used to this action, then I'll teach you!"

With a soft sound, Boswell's wrist vibrated slightly, and an arrow appeared...(To be continued..)