Colonial Suit

Yes, clocks.

But not just one, but a pile, a group, countless densely packed...

Gathered together, the clock faces piled up haphazardly, the hour, minute, and second hands ticking away. There were no casings, only countless gears, springs, and pendulums in motion, giving a very strange feeling.

Blood瞳 felt his hair stand on end. Although he didn't sense any threat, this bizarre sight made him involuntarily feel a chill, like life's fear of the unknown.

What exactly is this thing?

Blood瞳 cautiously released his mental sense.

He needed to confirm it. Although this thing made him very uneasy, he didn't have time to waste. Every second he delayed, more mercenaries outside might be sacrificed. To stop humans from obtaining the Void Aggregate, the Sajester people had gone mad. Only by occupying this place could they completely declare victory in the National War.

The humans had paid such a huge price, not for him to play around.

His mental sense extended, like a lover's caress, gently intruding into the 'Clock Tower'. In an instant, Blood瞳 felt the meshing of countless gears, the distortion of time and the folding of space, the ticking of the minute and second hands. He only felt a buzz, and his mind was drawn into the Clock Tower. Immediately, countless distracting thoughts arose in his mind, as if it had exploded...

So painful...

So sad...

Terrifying distracting thoughts, countless of them, arose in Blood瞳's mind every minute and every second, as if someone had stuffed a thousand nuclear bombs into Blood瞳's head and then detonated them one by one. The pain was so intense that Blood瞳 could hardly control himself. No, this wasn't just pain, it was torture, it was devastation.

Blood瞳 couldn't think, because his brain had been occupied. He couldn't breathe, because he couldn't feel his body.

He had become a lone boat in a vast ocean, tossed about in storms and tsunamis. His power was useless in this situation, and he could hardly gather even a trace of consciousness.

Blood瞳 didn't know why this was happening, but he knew that if it continued, then in just a few minutes, maybe even less, he would be completely destroyed and become a madman.

In a flash of lightning, Blood瞳, with an almost desperate posture, gave an instruction to his possible or impossible body in an extremely brief moment of clarity.

Self-harm!!

Poof!

Blood splattered!

His external body unhesitatingly turned his right arm and fiercely plunged it into his chest. The intense pain immediately stimulated Blood瞳 to a jolt. Only then did he realize that he was still in the same place, but his mental sense was constantly being sucked into the Clock Tower. In urgency, he hurriedly cut off the connection, and his whole body retreated like an arrow.

Then, he saw a terrifying sight.

The clock tower in front of him began to twist like a living thing, and a face appeared on each clock face. On the wriggling faces, noses, eyes, and mouths were running around everywhere, as frightening as a nightmare.

And what was even more bizarre was that these faces were all the same.

Blood瞳 himself!!

Silently. These faces twitched, some laughing, some crying, and some showing anger, roaring at all directions. But not a single sound came out. Watching their either hideous or indifferent expressions, Blood瞳 felt cold all over and took several steps back.

Only then did he realize that he was covered in cold sweat, and his right hand was still deeply inserted in his chest.

He pulled out his hand, letting the blood flow, and his flesh healed itself. But his heart was filled with lingering fear.

It was too dangerous just now. If he had hesitated for a moment or hadn't had that instant of clarity, he probably wouldn't exist at this moment. What exactly is this clock tower? Why does it have such a strange sight?

Also, why did the clocks turn into his own face?

Right. Sub-rules!

Blood瞳 suddenly looked up, a flash of understanding in his mind.

Those distracting thoughts, those thoughts like a vast ocean, were not his own. That was sub-rules! Or rather, the 'terminal' of a certain place's sub-rules. Rules are the power of the universe, and sub-rules naturally have the same effect. Then the joys, sorrows, and selfish thoughts of the creatures shrouded in the sub-rules will also be fed back here through the sub-rules.

Connecting himself to it was like using himself to accommodate these distracting thoughts. How could he not be overwhelmed?

Are you kidding me? That's dozens of Void Cities, trillions of lives!

Thinking of this, Blood瞳 felt cold sweat all over his body.

He was still too anxious. Such a core was obviously not something he could easily figure out. The extension of mental sense was like a double-edged sword. Although it could allow him to penetrate into the core, it would also allow him to bear the pressure of the core. For the core, the feedback of the sub-rules might just be a part of 'life', but for Blood瞳, it was the most deadly poison!

He can't approach it like this!

Blood瞳 understood this in an instant and began to think about countermeasures.

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Undoubtedly, he didn't have much experience or knowledge. But he had one advantage, which was that he extremely believed in his intuition. Intuition told him that he had a way, and a very simple and very effective way.

But where was the way?

Looking at the faces that were constantly rolling, disappearing, and reappearing in front of him, Blood瞳 suddenly thought of the Speaker.

It was he who asked him to take on this task, so it must mean that he had advantages that other mercenaries didn't have. And this advantage would only be related to his identity, not to his combat power! In other words, the Speaker valued his heritage, the bloodline from Crodir.

Then, thinking further, Blood瞳 immediately thought of it.

What is Crodir known for in the universe? Powerful combat power? Or terrible biological technology? Both are right, but neither is completely right! What truly makes Crodir feared is its strong vitality! It is the aggressive nature of infinite proliferation and infinite regeneration, and the never-surrendering will.

Blood瞳 suddenly looked up, a captivating light flashing in his eyes.

So that's how it is...

He stood up and walked towards the Clock Tower again, but this time he didn't use mental sense, or even any power. All conventional abilities were automatically sealed off. From a certain point of view, Blood瞳 had disarmed himself and was no different from an ordinary person.

But this time, he didn't receive any interference, and walked to the Clock Tower so easily, and then little by little, merged into the Clock Tower...

The sound of gears meshing rang in his ears, but this time Blood瞳 didn't suffer from the invasion of distracting thoughts. Huge gears, springs, and pendulums swayed around him, sometimes passing through his body, but he didn't feel any abnormality.

This is the world of sub-rules... It is the realm that belongs to them.

Using the methods of ordinary mercenaries to detect it, using the power from the rules to contact it, was originally a mistake.

In the world of sub-rules, how can the existence of cosmic rules be tolerated?

They are inherently enemies!

At this moment, Blood瞳 suddenly felt that he had discovered the essence of sub-rules. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.).