Colonial Suit

Darkness slowly melted away in the light…

It was a peculiar phenomenon, as if it wasn't being dispelled but rather fused. And the newborn dawn wasn't the dazzling spectacle people imagined; it was merely a hazy halo, a faint aura budding in the void, gradually spreading out, filling every inch of space bit by bit.

The cosmic dark spot vanished, and the entrance to the fourth level appeared before the human fleet.

No one saw Robbie again, but everyone knew he had returned…

In the Garden of Eden, the Speaker breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of a smile finally appearing on his face.

“That brat, I reckon a lot of people won't be getting any sleep tonight.”

“The latest data indicates his existential level has reached black hole class,” Sal Jones replied from behind, holding a lengthy report in his hand. “Congratulations, Your Excellency, our strength has increased once more.”

“No, it's not just him; I estimate Bloodshot reached it long ago as well,” the Speaker replied, waving his hand. “Isn't this only to be expected? I saw their potential at first glance. With their quality and willpower, reaching this level was only a matter of time.”

“Your Excellency's vision is, of course, impeccable. It's just that none of us anticipated they would be so fast,” Sal Jones replied, a touch of emotion in his eyes.

Yes, too fast…

Although the cosmic warrior ranks only consist of six levels from Trainee to Stellar, the gap between each level is beyond words. Many people, even geniuses from certain families, can't cross a single level in their entire lives, let alone reach black hole class from Stellar.

In a lower world, a Comet class warrior could be called all-powerful, which shows the magnitude of the gap between these levels. Yet such a huge disparity was overcome by a group of young people in an extremely short period. Even Sal Jones felt like he was dreaming. And Robbie's advancement meant they would have another trump card on their upcoming journey.

“I hope he can stabilize his power as soon as possible so we can rely on him,” Sal Jones said, calming his mind. Then, he said to the Speaker, “The fleet is ready and can enter the next level at any time. Your Excellency, shall we depart now?”

“How is the energy supply system?” the Speaker asked.

“Everything is normal. The relevant light rules have been replenished. The fleet is now in normal condition.”

“Then, rest for seven hours,” the Speaker ordered.

“Oh?” Sal Jones was taken aback. “Your Excellency, aren't we going to enter the next level immediately? Boca and Sasha have already gone far ahead. If we delay any longer, our progress…”

“Sal Jones!” the Speaker suddenly interrupted him, speaking with his back turned. “Do you really think we're just chasing after them?”

“Uh?” Sal Jones paused. “You mean…”

The garden was quiet, and fallen leaves floated down behind the Speaker. The Speaker's white hair looked so glaring in the gaps. He stood in front of the French window, silently watching the hazy white light outside. After a long while, he said, “Actually, we are surpassing them.”

“If we were just chasing after them, we wouldn't need to work so hard.”

“This great migration is just the beginning. Don't think that reaching the Gate of Eternal Separation is the end. We should all be thinking, what lies behind the gate?”

“Your Excellency…” Sal Jones fell silent. As a member of the Human Council, how could he not understand the Speaker's worries? The world behind the gate, according to intelligence, is the so-called First World. But no one knows what the First World is like. Even top-tier races like Boca and Sasha, with their deep foundations, don't know what lies beyond the gate.

Humanity has reached this point through desperate efforts, every step stained with the blood and tears of human suffering. Just as the Speaker said, if they only wanted a position, they wouldn't need to work so hard. They want more…

“Take a good rest, Sal Jones. I have a feeling this may be our last peaceful time. Passing through this entrance, what awaits us will no longer be calm… Opportunities for rest like this will probably become a luxury.”

“…………” Sal Jones was silent for a while, then nodded solemnly. “Understood, Your Excellency. Your will shall be thoroughly carried out.”

With an order, humanity took a short rest. Seven hours later, the fully prepared fleet set sail again.

Entering the entrance to the fourth level.

Facts proved the Speaker's premonition was extremely accurate.

Because they saw a battlefield as soon as they entered the fourth level.

Everywhere in the void were fragments of shattered ships, with large amounts of debris and corpses floating around, like a slaughterhouse. Among them were Boca corpses and Sasha warriors, but more were allied races following Boca and Sasha. The largest wreckage was a cylindrical spaceship millions of kilometers in diameter, with a cross-section even larger than Eden. It lay across the void, and the fractured surface clearly showed the internal structure and countless corpses.

Fortunately, the battle here was over, so the human fleet didn't encounter any enemies when entering the battlefield.

“Look… what is that?”

“So big, is that a Boca ship?”

“My God… it's broken… look there, so many corpses. Why… why haven't they been collected?”

In the immigrant ships, exclamations of surprise rose and fell as people witnessed this hellish scene. Adults, children, men, and women huddled together, a faint panic rising.

For ordinary people, this scene was too terrifying, as if foreshadowing their future. But for the fleet's managers, the highest governing body of humanity, the Council saw something else.

“This method of destruction doesn't seem like cosmic warriors,” the Speaker said silently, observing the cylindrical spaceship and noticing some small details. “Not some kind of powerful attack, but countless subtle but powerful impacts. This attack method is rarely used by cosmic warriors; it's more like inflicting damage with numbers.”

“However, they can break through the armor of this immigrant ship, and the lethality is also very alarming,” Sal Jones added from behind, his mind-computer scrolling through a waterfall of data.

“Our people are analyzing it, and sampling is underway. Initial judgment is that this is not a battle between the Boca and Sasha races.”

“Maybe it's a native creature of the Naraku.”

“You mean the Dire Fiends?” The Speaker looked at the huge wreckage and nodded after a while. “Maybe you're right…”

“Get the results as soon as possible. We need to know how dangerous these little things are and how to target them. I have a feeling we'll be meeting them soon, and I don't want to suffer the same fate as the Boca.”

“The results will be in front of you in at most one hour,” Sal Jones replied decisively.

Just as he finished speaking, a flash of light was seen outside the window, and a reconnaissance ship that was sailing exploded into a ball of fire.