Colonial Suit

Darkness...

Endless darkness...

It hurts, it's so painful.

Bloodshot eyes tossed and turned in the darkness. The moment he opened them, he felt a splitting headache, as if his entire body had been torn in two. His mind was muddled, as if filled with ten thousand tons of molten lava, causing him so much pain that he wanted to dig open his own head. His physical condition was not bad, but Bloodshot felt like he was about to die.

A deep sense of fatigue swept through his body, making even breathing feel like a luxury.

To be honest, Bloodshot had always been confident in his perseverance. But at this moment, he deeply doubted himself. Because he felt like he was about to be defeated by this pain. Fortunately, he still maintained a trace of clarity. After trying to adapt for a while, he raised his head, wanting to see his surroundings clearly.

The room was dark, but it was nothing to Bloodshot's eyesight. The key was that due to the muddled state of his mind, Bloodshot's vision had also greatly declined. It was as if a layer of mist had been placed in front of his eyes, making everything blurry.

This was a luxurious bedroom.

Bloodshot observed for a while and made an identification.

He was currently lying on the only large bed in the bedroom. Beneath him was a soft silk quilt. His clothes had been removed, and hundreds of various tubes had been inserted all over his body, connecting him to a treatment device next to him. A large amount of nutrient solution and life-sustaining medicine were being injected into his body through these tubes, while simultaneously removing impurities and toxins from his body.

This was an externalized biological cycle. It was generally only used when a cosmic mercenary was in the most dangerous situation. When it was activated, it meant that the mercenary's own cycle had been broken. It had to be temporarily replaced by machinery.

For cosmic warriors, who were always known for their physical strength, this situation was mostly considered close to death.

However...

Bloodshot tried to breathe for a while, relaxing himself. This was nothing to him. Crodir's enhanced cells gave him the best recovery power in the universe. As long as he didn't die immediately, subsequent recovery was only a matter of time.

The key was... the last thing he touched.

Bloodshot closed his eyes, trying to recall the feeling he had when he touched the halo at that time. But the severe headache stopped him. At the same time, he vaguely felt that he seemed to be a little different. But he couldn't say exactly where.

"Beep beep beep..." The treatment device suddenly issued an urgent alarm.

Bloodshot was stunned, and then felt one of his organs enter a state of failure. The treatment device was injecting a high-intensity stimulant, trying to save the organ. But it was all in vain. Bloodshot grinned and began to mobilize his remaining mental strength, intending to take over the control of that organ. Everything went smoothly at first, but when he took over, a terrible fact occurred.

The recovery command he issued to the organ was actually rejected!!

No, that's not right...

Bloodshot was shocked. It wasn't rejection, but difficulty in executing. His body seemed to be interfered with by a mysterious force. Not only did it make his senses dull, but it also caused his recovery power to be resisted. That feeling was full of coldness, as if all the rules, the entire space, seemed to be showing disgust and rejection towards his body.

What was going on?

Bloodshot was immediately stunned. This feeling was too terrifying. So terrifying that he couldn't help but feel a chill.

He had experienced this feeling before, in the void where there were no rules. A world where existence was denied. If it hadn't been for the Speaker's rescue, he would have died. But why would he have this feeling here too? And it didn't seem like denial, but rather disgust and rejection?

Why?

Would the rules hate me, would the universe loathe me?

"I think you must be feeling very bad right now."

The door opened silently, and the Speaker walked in. He waved his hand, and the light in the room became bright. But it was very soft and not dazzling.

"How does it feel to be hated by the universe?"

"You know..." Bloodshot struggled to support his upper body and looked into the Speaker's eyes. "This feeling?"

"Of course. And I'm very familiar with it." The Speaker replied, a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes. "Everyone who joins the Alpha Maze will experience it. It's just that you're the fastest."

As he spoke, he sat down by the bed and patted Bloodshot's shoulder. "Kid, I really don't know what to say to you, whether to praise your courage or laugh at your ignorance?"

"In a strange world, a strange environment, and with your body and mind exhausted, you still dared to make such a move. I have to say, you are the boldest bastard I have ever seen." The Speaker mocked, mercilessly ridiculing Bloodshot. "What did you think that move meant? Just a simple touch?"

"You're kidding me. You were a part of the power of fate at that time. Your touch is called interference! As a life from another universe, you actually dared to interfere with the trajectory of this universe's fate. I'm surprised you're still alive."

"Weren't you satisfied with being the eyes in the dark? Did you also want to be the hand in the dark?"

"............" Bloodshot was speechless by the Speaker's words, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

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Thinking about it now, he was indeed too impulsive. He was so overwhelmed by the power of fate that he made such a move. The Speaker was right, he was incredibly lucky to be alive.

Of course, this must also be due to the Speaker's protection.

Thinking of this, he had to say to the Speaker, "Thank you."

"You should be thanking me for not worrying me." The Speaker sighed with infinite emotion. Then he comforted, "But although you were a little reckless, it wasn't entirely unreasonable. In fact, the game process of the Alpha Maze is to gradually come into contact with the power of fate through this kind of observation, to familiarize yourself with it, use it, and even... control it..."

"If we treat cosmic warriors as ordinary people, and fate as God's weapon, then we are stealing God's authority. And coveting God's throne. This is the true meaning of the Alpha Maze, and it is also the root cause of the war it triggered in ancient times. This is a long and difficult process. You and I, and all the strong people in the universe who have reached this point, are pieces jumping outside the chessboard. A little impulse... may not be a bad thing for you."

Speaking of this, the Speaker shook his head. "We are all old, and when we came into contact with this step, we had already lost our youthful passion. We are more and more afraid of death, and we are always cautious in everything we do. This is more like cowardice than prudence."

"Alright. Enough useless talk. Do you know what your situation is now?"

"I don't know." Bloodshot answered honestly.

"It's just rejection." The Speaker laughed. "Actually, my previous words were all to scare you. It's not that dangerous. Think about it, you just entered a parallel universe, and you also borrowed the power of fate to touch its trajectory. How could you not be contaminated with their aura? So when you return here with the aura of another universe, you will naturally be hostile to this universe. It's nothing. It will naturally recover after a long time."

"This is also the price that must be paid for contacting the Alpha Maze. Every exploration takes a long time to recover, otherwise why do you think we haven't made significant progress for so many years?"

"Kid, in this game, you have a lot more to learn... hahahaha..."

The Speaker laughed loudly, patting Bloodshot's shoulder hard. Seeing how hard he was hitting, Bloodshot strongly suspected that he was taking revenge!

But the next moment, the Speaker's words made his heart rise again.

"Kid, since you've joined the Alpha Maze Club, do you want to know the secrets of the universe?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)