Colonial Suit

"Our king?"

"Yes," the Speaker nodded. "That was a long, long time ago. So long that it's been forgotten. Hehe, you don't think I've lived that long, do you? I only heard about it." Seeming to notice the suspicion in Xuelong's eyes, the Speaker chuckled, patting his head.

"Heard about it or not, please continue," Xuelong waved his hand, taking a large puff of his cigar.

"It's a legend. It only circulates among experts of a certain level. The person who first invented that game was the third king of Krodir. At the time, Krodir was sweeping across the universe, and he was at the height of his power. But one day, their advance suddenly stopped. Because in a star field they had just conquered, they discovered an unordered tunnel. What is commonly called an other-space."

"Other-space?" Xuelong was taken aback, suddenly thinking of one of the original Seven Halls of Broken Light, Hek's father-in-law, the 'Hunger' old codger, who was guarding an other-space. Could this other-space have some connection to the other-space the Speaker was talking about?

"It seems you know something too." Noticing the thoughtful expression on Xuelong's face, the Speaker revealed a smile.

"But let's continue. You'll have time to get to the bottom of things later." The Speaker thought for a moment, then tossed a roast duck into his mouth. "In the meantime, you don't mind if this old man fills his stomach, do you?"

"No one knows the details anymore. I can only discover from the records collected by the mercenaries that the Krodir people seemed to have discovered something remarkable in the other-space at the time. Then they quickly stopped their expansion. As one of the most powerful experts at the time, their king sent invitations to experts throughout the universe, intending to discuss a very profound question: What is fate?"

"Many people were interested at the time, and many experts accepted the invitation. A conference was held in an independent plane called Mostford. The content of the meeting is unknown, but a game was launched soon after. Its name was Alpha Maze. It sought the truth of fate in the universe through a special method. The participants were the strongest people in the world at that time, and it has always only circulated within a small circle."

"Through this game, they did discover many interesting clues. But it wasn't long before the person among them who played the best disappeared. Then two civilizations started a conflict, which escalated from initial friction to war."

"Then. Conflicts gradually appeared among all the participants. The situation quickly escalated, and finally it became the chaotic era you are familiar with."

Having said all this in one breath, the Speaker finally stopped, quickly picked up a bottle of wine and poured it down, then picked up a piece of lamb chop and chewed on it.

"Woo hoo, so delicious. That's roughly the way things are. Anyway, the Alpha Maze gradually became lost. From that time on, this name became a taboo."

"Are you saying...everyone started having conflicts because of this game? Their conflicts were a man-made conspiracy?" Xuelong was horrified and couldn't help but ask.

"I didn't say that," the Speaker flatly denied. "Because the information left over from the Great Chaos period all proves that the conflicts between these people or civilizations were accidental...or perhaps traditional. There are no traces of artificial manipulation." The Speaker swallowed half a lamb chop with difficulty, choking on it. He was frantically looking for wine everywhere.

Xuelong picked up a bottle of wine from his feet and handed it over, but his face was as gloomy as water.

The Speaker's explanation did not comfort him, but made his unease even deeper.

Because even if the Speaker said it with certainty, it was a fact that these people only had conflicts after the game. So, why were their conflicts accidental or traditional? And why were there no traces of artificial conspiracy?

There was only one possibility. That is, the conspiracy is no longer a conspiracy.

"It's fate." Xuelong's voice suddenly rang out in the room, sounding so gloomy.

"What did you say?" The Speaker seemed not to have heard, still searching for food all over the table.

"I said...their conflict is fate," Xuelong replied. He raised his head and looked at the Speaker seriously. "I think this is also what you want to tell me."

"Someone accidentally discovered a terrible omen in an other-space, so in order to confirm these, he gathered many experts to help him. But he didn't expect that behind this omen there was a powerful existence. This existence discovered their thoughts, and then used unimaginable means to make them kill each other."

"Everyone died, including their civilizations. There was no winner in that war at all. Because the means of that existence...is fate."

At the end of his speech, Xuelong's gaze had become as solid as substance, and he looked at the Speaker's eyes. He said word by word, "You want to tell me that if I continue to walk down this path, I will also enter the sight of this mysterious existence, and I will also walk the path that the predecessors have walked."

"Right?"

"............" The Speaker fell silent, he put down the food in his hand, and stared blankly at his feet. He didn't know how long it had been. He nodded with difficulty. "This is what you need to know. If you insist, then I won't stop you."

"In fact, I can't stop you either. From the day you accepted the Krodir inheritance, you have already joined this game. It's just that you don't know it yet."

"You will die, and everyone related to you. Even civilizations will disappear."

"Just like those fools who thought they had discovered the truth."

"But you also said that I have no choice," Xuelong replied, his eyes becoming sharper and sharper. "And...I found that I am not the only fool on this road. The fools in front have all died. But there will be more fools who discover this secret. They are all the strongest people in the world, and of course they are not willing to be bound by fate. So they will resist, and they will find that game again. Participate in it...explore it..."

"Even if, repeat the past history again."

"Your Excellency, Speaker, aren't you worried that human civilization will be destroyed because of your actions?"

"............" The Speaker stopped talking, seemingly lost in memories because of Xuelong's words. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became dull, so depressing that it was suffocating.

I don't know how long it took, the Speaker suddenly smiled. He picked up a leg of lamb from the side.

"Do you want to eat a piece too?"

"............, Okay." Xuelong frowned and thought for a while, then took the leg of lamb happily and chewed it up. While eating, he heard the Speaker say.

"My new body is pretty good, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Not bad."

"It can eat a lot of things."

"Isn't that a rice bucket?"

"You should call it a gourmet."

"............, I doubt your aesthetic."

"If you nag again, I won't tell you where the sacrifices are."

"Your Excellency, Speaker...I greatly appreciate your gourmet talent...and I am envious."

"Well...they are in..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation..)

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