Colonial Suit

It must be said that Chutero is a very individualistic person, not only within the Seven Lightbreaker Halls but also throughout the entire human sphere. Moreover, he is a recognized genius, having reached the pinnacle of the Stellar level in just over thirty years. So, if we disregard his monstrous blood-red eyes, he is the most talented individual among humans.

However, this guy is just too lazy...

His evolution consists of eating and sleeping... occasionally venturing out to flirt with death, and destroying a few planets when he's truly bored. In his so-called mercenary career, the number of missions he's accepted definitely doesn't exceed ten fingers, and those were forced upon him by that old geezer, the Speaker. If it weren't for his third mission being a direct confrontation with an advanced civilization, where he killed several of their strongmen, including a Stellar-level one, he wouldn't have been listed in the Seven Lightbreaker Halls and become a human legend.

With such a background, it would seem that Chutero's ascension to one of the Seven Kings is undeserved. But in reality, even the brutish Bass, among the Seven Kings, believes Chutero is very powerful, though the extent of his power remains a closely guarded secret. It's only remembered that he once returned from a mission heavily injured, and when asked about it, he complained, "If it were Chutero, it would have been simple." Chutero, upon hearing this, simply curled his lip. "Too lazy to move."

Mysterious, powerful, and individualistic, that is Chutero, the most unique 'Lord' in the Seven Lightbreaker Halls. Watching this unkempt man suspended in space, Zahr suddenly wondered.

If this war didn't involve the future of humanity, would this Lord even bother to show up?

"Alright, little guy, don't look at me so strangely. I'm not your nanny, it's just that my mission is over there, and I'm too lazy to go."

In the starry sky, Chutero stretched languidly. Then, he tossed a few more peas into his mouth, looking completely unconcerned.

"Besides, with Calamity and Despair taking action, what's there for me to do?"

Damn, that's definitely Lord Chutero's style. Zahr's mouth twitched, his eyes swirling like mosquito coils. Even going on a mission is too much effort, yet he strolls leisurely through such an intense battlefield; who else but Chutero could pull that off? But thinking about it, it's normal. If he didn't have this kind of personality, he wouldn't be Chutero.

Laziness... indeed...

But now is not the time for chatting. Zahr felt his energy was nearly depleted, and he desperately needed rest. So, after a brief conversation, he bid farewell to Chutero and turned to fly towards his assault shuttle.

Chutero then gave a lazy smile, clasping his hands behind his head and floating. It would have been a perfect picture if he had a blade of grass in his mouth.

"Calamity, Despair... you two better work hard, or if it comes to my turn... even you... I won't let off."

He didn't continue, but his body gradually faded and disappeared into the starry sky. A few seconds later, there was no trace of him.

Laziness is mysterious... His power remains unknown to this day, to both enemies and friends alike.

However, he couldn't have imagined that at that very moment, tens of thousands of kilometers away in space, Calamity and Despair were already on the losing side.

Storms and massive energy effects surrounded the two. They weaved and dodged through countless beams and force fields, constantly evading attack after attack. The number of space mercenaries and pirates following them rapidly decreased, from several hundred at the beginning to just a few dozen. Conversely, the number of enemies pursuing them never decreased, but rather increased little by little.

"Hmph, Boka and Sasha are truly boring. They actually sent so much trash," Despair said with a sneer while moving at high speed. His short golden hair was disheveled from the battle, but he still exuded a faint aura of killing intent. In the short span of a few dozen minutes, he had killed hundreds of enemies, including two at his level. The Boka clan valued the two of them, but forgot that for the human 'Kings,' fighting at the same level is an insult.

One must know, considering the population base of humanity. How could there only be seven Stellar-level individuals? The reason Despair and Calamity can become Kings is not because of their Stellar-level rank, but because of their combat power, their destructive power!

Any power that cannot win in battle is a meaningless facade, and that is reality!!

Every legendary human powerhouse, whether it's the Nine Star Shattering Generals or the Seven Lightbreaker Halls, ultimately exists for the sake of war. So, energy level doesn't mean much here; only blood and corpses can prove the value of a 'King.' Without a doubt, both Despair and Calamity live up to their names.

Of course, this does not change the situation the two are currently facing.

The Boka and Sasha clans did not underestimate them. In fact, to deal with the two, they sent out far more powerful warriors than the conventional 'limit,' not to mention several hundred Planetary-level warriors, and even a double-digit number of Stellar-level warriors. Faced with such a massive lineup, even Despair and Calamity had to avoid their sharpest attacks.

Their mission is to snipe the enemy's high-end forces; it would be a joke if they were besieged by the enemy here.

"Damn it, this is a bit troublesome..." Despair muttered as he flew. He knew that Calamity would understand his meaning, because whether in the past, present, or future, Calamity is his best partner.

Sure enough, almost as soon as Despair spoke, Calamity's intermittent voice echoed in his mind.

"Too many... enemies, disperse... divide... you, illusion, I, eliminate."

"Hmph, we thought of the same thing." Despair chuckled, suddenly stopping and opening his arms to all the enemies pursuing them.

"Have you guys had enough fun? How about I give you some new entertainment?"

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Before he finished speaking, Despair spat out a mouthful of blood, looking much weaker. But at the same time, the enemies pursuing him all froze, as if sleepwalking and began to split apart.

Carnival of Doom!!

Despair's most powerful and terrifying mental intrusion attack! It can trap enemies in the illusionary dream factory he creates, allowing his thoughts to manipulate the environment. This attack seems inconspicuous, but it is very terrifying and dangerous, because in such an illusion, Despair is a god, who can easily manipulate the enemy's mind. Much of the name Despair comes from this move.

At the same time, Calamity also stopped, looming in the black mist. "Every journey has an end, what you fear is what you will encounter."

"The power of the heart is the power of reality, no matter who its enemy is..."

Dreams are reality... Thought made manifest!!

In an instant, the first few Sasha conquerors to come into contact with Despair stopped, their faces filled with terror. Then, they rotted, deteriorated, and turned into wriggling masses of flesh and skeletons in full view of everyone.

After Despair, comes Calamity.