Colonial Suit

In the void, lightning intertwined.

Space was highly distorted, with spreading cracks appearing from time to time. A large amount of black mist was born from the cracks, only to disappear in an instant, like the breath of a demon. Each appearance and disappearance inevitably took away a large amount of lightning energy. In this extremely harsh environment, countless spatial fragments shuttled like naughty children, never stopping for a moment.

This was a place without life, a place where existence was impossible.

In the Second World, such places were called 'Naraku,' meaning unusable, permanently abandoned places.

But today, in this Naraku numbered 't711,' a man in white appeared. A person who shouldn't be here.

Muse.

He appeared casually, wearing a white shirt open at the chest, with his hands in his trouser pockets. However, a deep wound was shockingly present on his left shoulder, with light and electricity flickering within, vaguely revealing a mechanical structure. Small tubes extended from the wound, inserting into his left arm and ribs. It was as strange as could be.

After the battle of Seijaster, Muse had clearly changed a lot. The most obvious change was that he seemed more cynical. Moreover, there was less sharpness in his eyes and more haziness.

As one of humanity's strongest 'Majesties,' what was Muse doing here?

Did he not need to participate in humanity's current battle, or hold down the rear? Without him, could humanity win this mission?

But Muse's appearance clearly showed no sense of urgency. Instead, he looked like a wanderer, playing in the world.

Faced with such a harsh environment, he simply shook his head and sat down cross-legged in mid-air, saying carelessly, "It's time for me to do some hard labor again. Damn old bastard, if he doesn't give me satisfactory compensation this time, I swear I'll make him regret it."

"If you don't want to, no one can force you," a thought suddenly responded to Muse from nowhere, filled with temptation and suggestion. "A powerhouse like you shouldn't be manipulated by others. If you're being ordered around, it only means you haven't realized your own strength."

"Oh? Little Dou, what do you want to say?" Hearing this voice, Muse asked with a non-smiling expression, seemingly not surprised at all. He had come up with the name Little Dou on a whim, and he thought it was pretty good, but unfortunately, no one had ever told him that he really didn't have a talent for naming things.

As he spoke, a small mechanical eye suddenly emerged from the wound on his shoulder, waving its slender mechanical tentacles at him fiercely.

"I told you, don't call me Little Dou! I don't want to be a pet!"

"Oh, I know, Little Dou. I will, Little Dou. You're not a pet, Little Dou..." Muse agreed repeatedly, then said, "What should I call you then? Little Dou Dou?"

"..." The mechanical eye seemed to be struck by lightning from the sky, instantly freezing. After a long time, it softly drooped down, saying in a low voice.

"Fine, just call me Little Dou."

"See, wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?" Muse grinned and stretched greatly, then asked as if remembering something, "Right, what were you going to say to me just now?"

"I said... no one can..." The mechanical eye suddenly perked up, about to repeat itself, but suddenly saw Muse's non-smiling gaze. Its voice stopped again. After thinking about it, it simply shrank back into the wound, no longer making a sound. Countless tiny parts inside the wound emitted harsh friction sounds, as if the machine was trembling.

Only then did Muse lower his hands, saying lazily, "Looks like you finally understand your identity, Little Dou. You are no longer the you of the past, nor are you the god of Seijaster anymore. Now you are merely a prisoner trapped in my body. If I don't want you to do anything, you can't do anything. Not even die."

Saying this, Muse's right hand stroked his left shoulder, feeling the mechanical body's trembling and fear. After a while, he nodded in satisfaction. "You actually wanted to tempt me, Little Dou, you're really immature. No wonder you Seijaster people were eliminated. But I'll forgive you this once. I hope you won't test my patience."

"I won't, I understand," the mechanical body's thought came from the wound, with a hint of fear.

It had to be afraid, because it knew Muse's terror better than anyone.

It was pitiful that it had once been the god of Seijaster, a powerful being that had experienced the Great Chaos Era, but it had encountered misfortune in that war of national annihilation. First, its defenses were weakened by several stellar-level powerhouses, and then Muse seized its body in one fell swoop. The two had experienced unspeakable battles in anti-space, but in the end, it was still subdued by Muse. Actually, Muse could have killed it, but for some reason, Muse stopped at the last moment and gave it a choice.

Death, or submission.

Little Dou, formerly the Mechanical Overlord, chose to submit without hesitation. Although it also had its own dignity, after experiencing long years, it felt that life was more important. What did it matter to sacrifice a little dignity? Anyway, following anyone was the same, right? Muse used powerful force to seal it within his body. From then on, it would also become part of Muse's power. This was definitely a humiliation, but for the Mechanical Overlord, it was still acceptable...

If only, the name was better...

After calming down, the Mechanical Overlord still felt too bored, so it broke the silence again. "Muse, why did you come here? If I remember correctly, this is Naraku, a meaningless place."

"It's only meaningless to you," Muse replied, returning to his cynical appearance. "But an old bastard told me to come here to get something. I owe him a favor, so I couldn't refuse."

"What's so important about it?"

"A thing called the Holy Light Spiral," Muse said, reaching into his pocket. "Huh? Where's my cigarette?"

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"Here." A mechanical hand stretched out from the wound, obediently handing a cigarette to Muse's mouth.

"Fire."

"Yes." The mechanical hand obediently lit a flame, and Muse lit his cigarette. (Don't ask Xiao Dao how he can light a cigarette in the universe. Muse says he can light it, so he can light it.)

Watching Muse take a satisfied puff, the Mechanical Overlord carefully asked, "Are you saying, the Holy Light Spiral? The Boca Clan's Holy Light Spiral?"

"Of course, otherwise, what do you think I came for? The Boca Clan's foundation is too deep. I'm worried that there are existences here that those little guys can't handle. It's safer to do it myself."

"Heh heh." The Mechanical Overlord suddenly laughed, somewhat gloating. "Then you've come to the right place. If my database isn't wrong, there really are some powerful guys here..."

As it spoke, the void suddenly exploded, and countless white lights appeared as if from nothing, drawing countless trajectories in the air. After weaving together, they gradually materialized into a super-huge void city. The void city was filled with infinite light, and several figures were faintly emerging.

"What are you so smug about?" Muse suddenly grinned, spitting out the cigarette butt in his mouth. "Anyway, I'm not the one who's going to be cannon fodder..."

"Ah!?" The Mechanical Overlord's laughter stopped abruptly. Some parts were ejected from the wound again.

"You can't do this..."

In the void, the Mechanical Overlord's mournful cry echoed...(To be continued...)