Colonial Suit

"SOS? A survivor?"

"Ignore it!" The captain glared at the crew member, answering coldly.

Damn it, does he think this is a regular spaceship? This is a private yacht! Although the universal rules clearly state that all efforts must be made to rescue survivors, in the captain's eyes, the lives of those from the Sixth World are completely worthless.

No matter who he is, even if he's the king of a planet in the Sixth World, is he more important than the family's young lady on board? If not, then why should we put the young lady in danger for a survivor?

"This is a war zone," the captain said, glancing at the first mate beside him. "I don't care how confident you are, but I must be responsible for the safety of the young ladies. Get it arranged, we need to leave here as soon as possible."

"Yes," the first mate replied loudly, then turned and gave the orders.

In the starry sky, the Rain Night Song quietly accelerated. Completely ignoring the distress signal coming from afar. And in its ballroom, countless young men and women were still laughing and singing, dancing merrily. No one knew that at this moment, not far from them, a life was heading towards death.

But what they didn't know was that even if this life was about to end, it was not something they could ignore...

Silently, a dark shadow in the starry sky ejected a thick jet stream, approaching the Rain Night Song in an instant. Then, like mud, it stuck to the Rain Night Song's hull armor. The whole process was silent, and even the Rain Night Song's protective shield didn't react.

Blood... was shockingly visible on the milky white hull. That lump of 'mud' wriggled, desperately squeezing into the gaps in the armor. If anyone were in space at this moment, they would discover that this lump of 'mud' was actually a person. A person with only half a body left, eyes tightly closed!

From his tightly closed eyes, it could be seen that he had fallen into a coma. But even so, his incomplete body was still performing its duty.

Many tentacles stretched out from the lower part of his torso, using the gaps in the armor to climb up the ship's back, then found a pit to hide in. Such pits were common on the ship's hull, often used as channels for the discharge of harmful substances and heat dissipation. After he hid in a pit, his tentacles immediately and skillfully probed into a heat dissipation channel, greedily absorbing heat energy.

As time passed, the tentacles under him became more and more active. More tentacles grew out, and began searching for surrounding energy pipelines.

In fact, in ship design, energy pipelines are never exposed. However, this pit was an exhaust passage, so there happened to be an energy pipeline controlling a switch hidden under the armor. The tentacles sensitively discovered it.

The tentacles did not break the energy pipeline, seemingly understanding that doing so would alert the yacht's crew. But it had its own way. After the tentacles wrapped around it, they actually grew suction cup-like objects. Then, like leeches, they wriggled across the pipe wall. Visibly, a little bit of electricity was drawn from the pipeline.

This process lasted only five minutes, and the tentacles were burned off one by one. But the tentacles seemed to have absorbed enough energy, and immediately the exhaust pipe opened, and it drilled in with its remaining body.

Thirty minutes later, Blood Eye appeared in a compartment of the Rain Night Song.

This was the place for the treatment of harmful substances. It was also a garbage dump. Looking around, there were harmful gases everywhere, and bubbling liquid underneath.

Blood Eye was in a high place, just avoiding these acids. But that didn't mean he was safe. In fact, his current condition was extremely poor. Not only were both legs completely gone, but only one arm remained. Only the wounds were wrapped in a mysterious substance, which barely kept him alive.

After resting on the harmful substances for a while, Blood Eye began to crawl with one hand. His current state was very special. He did not possess consciousness, and all his actions were more like a primitive beast. If anyone were next to him at this moment, they would find that his eyes were unfocused, just like a zombie.

No one knew how weak Blood Eye was now. If it weren't for the core insisting, he would have died long ago. At this moment, most of his bodily functions had stopped, almost entirely relying on enhanced cells to maintain him. In essence, he was more like a machine.

He crawled all the way to a corner of the compartment. Then he began to secrete corrosive liquid. Ten minutes later, a large hole appeared in front of him. He plunged in...

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Aileen was a standard Samoan. She had long white hair and healthy purple skin. Her two-hundred-year-old body was full of youth and vitality. As an elite race from the Fifth World, Samoans were very popular. This was no exception for Aileen. Only this situation changed when she was one hundred and thirty years old. Her family had a falling out with the Romik clan in business. This led to war. The whole war lasted twelve years, and Aileen's family was defeated in the end. They were reduced to a second-rate power.

Aileen was a sacrifice of her family's failure. She was given to the Romik family as compensation. Now, at two hundred years old, she could only be a maid on the Rain Night Song. She looked at the young men and women dancing in the ballroom with envious eyes.

Samoans were a humanoid race. Apart from their skin and hair color, they were almost the same as humans. Naturally beautiful, they could sing and dance. In the past, Aileen's voice was the best in the family, even the best musicians in the universe could not compare. It was said that her singing could stop the stars from turning, and her dancing could make life sink.

But now...

Aileen took one last look at the ballroom and sighed.

"Aileen, what are you still doing here? Quickly send these Luanhua wines to Miss Carrie. Be careful I punish you if you are late." A voice rang in Aileen's ears, she shuddered in fright and hurried her pace.

The owner of the voice was the second steward here. A very sinister human man. Aileen didn't dare to make him angry, knowing that although she was sent over to the Romik family as compensation, her status was actually similar to that of a slave. In the Fifth World, slaves could be killed at will. Aileen had personally seen this second steward throw disobedient girls into the incinerator.

Although this was the Fifth World, barbarism was still everywhere. It was just hidden under the brilliance of civilization.

Weaving through the ballroom, Aileen quickly delivered the Luanhua wine to a group of men and women. She saw Miss Carrie lying almost half-naked in a man's arms, laughing wantonly. Among them, a plant called Manye flower was burning, and people went up to take a puff from time to time, then showed an idiotic smile. Some of them were already entangled together. The air was filled with the strange smell of Manye flower and body fluids interwoven.

This was drug use and mating... a very primitive way of venting.

Aileen didn't know why these elites liked this behavior, but she didn't dare to stay for a moment. Manye flower was a very popular anesthetic plant, but it was highly poisonous to Samoans. A little carelessness could cause nerve paralysis.

So Aileen quickly withdrew. Then she walked out of the ballroom. Her shift was about to end. She was free to arrange the next few hours.

That being said, Aileen knew that there wasn't much time left for her. She still needed to clean and tidy up the room. Although these tasks could be done by machines. But the Romik family still retained the original manual operation. It was said that this was a tradition of the nobles.

Aileen didn't like this tradition, which meant she had to bear more work.

Returning to her room, Aileen first simply changed her clothes, and then pushed the cart towards the upper residential area. She was going to clean the rooms for the young ladies.

As a second-level maid, Aileen was able to access the high-level rooms of this yacht because of her bloodline. Most maids could only stay in the lower level. This made Aileen's work easier than theirs, but it also required more care.

The road to the upper residential area was very long, but the yacht naturally had a complete action assistance system. Aileen quickly entered the maid's special passage. Through the transmission machinery here, she could reach the young ladies' rooms as quickly as possible, and then do everything while they were still playing.

This process had already been experienced thousands of times, so Aileen was very relaxed. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, she even hummed a song.

But her singing only lasted for a while before it stopped. Because right in front of her, she saw a 'person'.

Oh, Samoan goddess above. Aileen couldn't tell whether it was a 'person' or a 'lump of person'. Because his appearance was too terrible. Not only was there only half a body left, but it was also covered in blood and dirt. It was like a pile of rotten meat hiding in a corner of the passage. His body still twitched spasmodically from time to time.

Ah, is he still alive... Aileen covered her mouth, her eyes showing terrified look.

If it were an ordinary maid, she would have screamed and ran away. But Aileen didn't. Samoans were naturally very brave. What's more, she was a loyal follower of the Samoan goddess.

The Samoan goddess said that all lives were equal. So Aileen, despite her fear, still walked over cautiously. She checked the bloody 'person'.

Only at this time did she realize that he was actually a very handsome human man. It was just that he was in a semi-comatose state due to pain. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he breathed out hot air from time to time.

"Food... food..."

"Sir... are you saying food?" Aileen asked softly.

The man did not answer, but his eyebrows furrowed even more tightly. Seeming to be experiencing unimaginable pain.

Under normal circumstances, Aileen would have to report immediately at this time. But for some reason, looking at the man's miserable state, Aileen felt compassion. She looked around and found that there was no one in the passage, so she helped the man into the cart. Then she ran back to her room without looking back.

Behind her, a pool of blood was quietly left on the side of the passage... exuding an eerie red color.