Colonial Suit

The Boka Clan's internal war has captivated the entire Second World. In just one month, hundreds of civilizations have suffered heavy losses, forcing them to withdraw from the war. However, even more civilizations have joined, seeking to divide the Boka Clan's massive resources through sacrifice and conquest.

It's undoubtedly a gamble, but the Boka Clan's foundation is simply too rich. Even a small slice is enough to satisfy any civilization. Faced with such tempting rewards, what does a little sacrifice matter? Life is greedy because of its endless desires and blind inability to recognize its own limits. And Xie's plan is to use this simple, open strategy to bind the civilizations of the Second World to his war chariot!

It must be said that Xie is successful. Due to the ancient sages' prophecies, the Boka Clan was well-prepared for this civil war and can quickly recover even from severe losses. However, the participating alien races are different; their sacrifices are real. When the war ends, they will be shocked to find that they have fallen from their former noble status to prey that can be hunted at will.

And a dining knife, Xie's dining knife, hangs over their heads...

Of course, this is Xie's plan, but elsewhere in the void, the Human Council's view is... the plan is good, but the handle of the knife shouldn't be held by only one hand. Ambition is commendable, but besides ambition, success also requires a few things, such as wisdom, vision, and... will and a tolerance for humiliation.

Xie would never have imagined that in the same void, there was another group of people watching him, silently supporting him, providing the soil for his ambition to ferment, the motivation for his ambition to grow, and the stage for his ambition to unfold. But when ambition blossoms and bears fruit, the one who reaps the rewards may not be Xie...

A creature that emerges from the swamp understands the meaning of ambition better than any other life.

In just one month, the dismal end of nearly a hundred civilizations did not deter those who followed. Xie was happy to see this result and had already sent envoys to receive the 'disabled' legacy. Xie is not worried that these civilizations will refuse because history has proven that the spoils belong to the victor. With the royalists retreating steadily and him about to take the throne, who would refuse him? Who could ignore him?

He is the Second World's most dazzling rising star!

He is the master of the universe!

When he ascends the throne and integrates the power of the Boka Clan and all alien races, he, the Great Prince Xie, who has never appeared in the Boka Clan's history, will become the most powerful person in the universe! All civilizations, including the Sasa, are his prey, his cake! He can cut and capture them at will. This is his power, the glory of the universe's top强者!!

Xie has been preparing and plotting for this day for hundreds of years, sacrificing massive resources. This is his stage, his harvest festival!

It must not be encroached upon by others!

In the void, a void city is slowly operating, emitting a bright purple light.

This is the main city of the Botok civilization, a race in the Second World that is most skilled in plant cultivation, interstellar navigation positioning, and subspace penetration.

At this moment, at the core of this main city, in an boundless jungle, Molka, the millennial ancient tree and leader of the Botok civilization, is receiving a group of outsiders.

These outsiders do not have elegant branches, strong vines, or even a single pleasing moss. But they have pairs of sharp eyes and an ambition that makes Molka wary.

They are the newly emerging race in the Second World, humans.

"I... do not know... what... you want here..." In the boundless jungle, Molka's mental thoughts spread, like a breeze brushing the branches and leaves of all the trees. "But... I can feel... your... malice."

"Malice is the expression of ambition," the human envoy said, placing a hand on his chest in a standard mercenary salute. "If ambition is satisfied, then malice will disappear."

The millennial ancient tree swayed slightly, countless branches swaying in the wind. After a while, it continued, "A wonderful speech. Is this a common trait of you humans? To give beautiful embellishments to all malicious actions?"

"We are simply stating a fact, Lord Molka."

The human envoy still maintained perfect etiquette, saying each word carefully. "This universe can no longer tolerate more humility... The war ten thousand years ago also needs to be defined. I can see the darkness of the universe spreading in the light, and I can also see that chaos and resentment, cruelty and conflict are dominating the vision of life."

"This is a competitive universe, not one that you or I can control, but one that constantly moves forward according to established rules and destiny. If you cannot adapt to it, you will only be eliminated. How many races have disappeared and how many races have risen in the past ten thousand years? Can't even the wise Lord Molka avoid this fate?"

The human envoy's words echoed in the jungle. Among the green leaves, countless eyes seemed to open, curiously looking at this audacious man. For thousands of years, since the end of the Great Chaos Era, no one has dared to speak to the Botok race like this, not even the Boka Clan!

As a race that has survived since the Great Chaos Era, the Botok naturally has its pride to uphold to the end!

However, to their surprise, the leader of the race, Lord Molka, fell silent. The breeze passed through the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound. After an unknown amount of time, Lord Molka finally spoke.

"Human, you have a mouth that can turn facts upside down, which has made me a little confused. So tell me, in this chaotic world, can I trust you?"

"No, Your Excellency!" The human envoy replied decisively! "Circumstances dictate actions! This is a human proverb. Based on our position, status, and race, I can do many things against my conscience, including deception and concealment! To trust me is to court death!!"

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What!?

All the Botok beings who heard these words involuntarily widened their eyes, looking at the human envoy in disbelief. Was he crazy? Did he not know that Lord Molka had already decided to adopt their suggestion? Saying such a thing, was he not afraid of being expelled by Lord Molka?

However, these poor Botok beings did not know that in the thousands of years of brutal and cruel self-elimination among humans, wisdom and strategy had already permeated the spiritual energy of every envoy.

To get something, you must first give something...

"You have confused me, my child. If my trust cannot be placed, then tell me, how shall I decide the fate of my race?" Molka seemed confused by the human envoy's words and asked involuntarily.

The human envoy's answer was simple.

"Two choices: First, find a powerful civilization that will not decay for ten thousand years to follow; second, find a newly born ambitious race to depend on!"

"As long as it can tolerate your growth and spread."(To be continued...)