Chapter 143

Even after hundreds of millions of years had passed, Zelo's fearsome reputation remained deeply etched into their bones and blood, the depths of their souls, and their racial memory.

The moment the fleet's detection system identified the creature before them as a Zelo,

every Chauvinist Revivalist felt as though struck by lightning, their faces stiffening as they stared at the Zelo hovering in the void.

【"How is this possible?! How can there still be a living Zelo in this world?!"】

【"Is this some kind of psychic trickery?! A human ploy or a conspiracy by the Benevolent Interceptors?!"】

The commander of the Chauvinist Revivalists gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling as he roared.

However, the Zelo standing in the void slowly opened his eyes,

psychic power, like tendrils, formed his body and probed into the commander's brain, gently licking every fold of his mind...

Fear, absolute fear, was ignited within his heart by the Zelo.

A storm of psychic energy swept over every Chauvinist Revivalist,

their psychological defenses were crushed in the blink of an eye by the Zelo's immense psychic power, their rationality buried beneath the terror He had dragged forth,

all reason was abandoned, and only flight remained in the minds of the Chauvinist Revivalists.

Soon, the once orderly fleet of Chauvinist Revivalists began to flee in panic.

"... The last of the Zelo, huh?"

Aventurine gazed at the scene on the light screen,

watching as the last of the Zelo, with merely a single storm of psychic energy, shattered the sanity of this ancient civilization's fleet and easily secured victory, unable to suppress a sigh of admiration.

"How exactly did the Emperor of the Calamity Empire tame such a monster?"

"Even the Chauvinist Revivalists, upon seeing the Zelo, reacted like little lambs facing a ferocious beast."

"Fleeing in panic could indeed be considered the correct choice," Dr. Ratio said, putting down the book in his hand as he listened to Aventurine's muttering.

"After all, the immense power displayed by the last of the Zelo is likely something even the Chauvinist Revivalist fleet would struggle to resist."

Dr. Ratio followed his gaze out the porthole, looking toward the brilliant stars outside the window,

and toward Penacony, nestled among those stars, resembling a spinning top.

"In comparison, we look more like fools, don't we?"

"Ratio, what are you talking about?"

Aventurine propped his chin on his hand and looked at Dr. Ratio as he said:

"If we don't even have the courage to sit at the gambling table, how can we ever hope to win the game?"

On the Astral Express,

looking through the train window, March 7th widened her eyes, gazing at Penacony hovering in the void,

Penacony rotating on its axis in the void, shaped like a spinning top, made March 7th feel somewhat dizzy,

"So this is Penacony, the famed Planet of Festivities, an interstellar hotel floating in star space..."

March 7th stared wide-eyed at the scene outside the window, unable to help but let out a sigh:

"I was originally hoping for a vacation, but I didn't expect another messy situation like this."

"Don't tell me we're going to have some plot involving kin killing kin, dream loops, or sleeping for a thousand years in a single dream?"

"Master Three, stop jinxing us, stop jinxing us," Stelle waved her hand from the side, feigning terror as she spoke.

"Hey, hey, hey, you have the nerve to say that to me!"

Upon seeing Stelle, the corner of March 7th's eye couldn't help but twitch,

"This trouble was caused by you, after all!"

"Even without Stelle, the problems in Penacony cannot be ignored."

Welt Yang pushed up his glasses and said seriously:

"Not long ago, Aventurine from the Corporation's Strategic Investment Department and Qingque from the Luofu Luofu Xianzhou, leading two separate teams, both entered Penacony."

"They checked in and entered the dreamscape."

"Forty-two minutes later, Penacony went completely silent; contact with both Aventurine's team and the Luofu Xianzhou's Qingque's team was lost."

"Subsequently, the Luofu Xianzhou's second team departed, yet no message has been received from them either."

"Now the Luofu Xianzhou is about to dispatch a third team to enter the dreamscape, and we will cooperate with them."

Listening to Welt Yang's words, March 7th's expression immediately turned bitter:

"This kind of plot where people go in one by one just to be sacrificed makes me feel like I'll never come back in this lifetime."

"Uncle Yang, maybe before we go in, we should kowtow to His Majesty the Emperor of the Calamity Empire; perhaps His Excellency will bless us!"

"... Will that really work?" Welt Yang couldn't help but shake his head as he spoke.

"What are you saying? Zhou Xuan is such a good person; isn't He sending us reinforcements right now?"

Just as Welt Yang was speaking,

a voice rich with a milky tone rang out from behind him.

"Who?" Welt Yang spun around abruptly,

only to see Silver Wolf of the Stellaron Hunters holding a mask, standing at the end of the train car.

And standing beside her was a purple-haired woman....

"... Ratio was indeed very right; I am a fool."

Aventurine, suspended in mid-air by chains, looked boredly at Sunday before him as he spoke.

"Indeed, I did not expect you to stay behind to protect the people of the Luofu Xianzhou, even expending one of your foundation stones."

Sunday leaned against his chair, looking at Aventurine hanging before him as he said:

"The glory of Lord Amber helped you temporarily awaken from the dreamscape, and those few people from the Luofu Xianzhou used the opportunity to hide within the cracks of the dream."

"But you yourself have been bound layer by layer by the dreamscape, falling into the midst of a spider's web."

"I'm gambling; I want to try my luck."

Aventurine chuckled and said:

"I almost win every time."

"On the contrary, what exactly are you up to, you winged fellow?"

Sunday sat in his chair, looking at Aventurine with a calm expression as he said, "I merely wish to find an opportunity."

"To fight for an opportunity for all life in the universe, a chance to reach the utopia."

"Heh heh heh, the kind of people like you who spout nothing but ideals are what I despise most."

Aventurine sneered and said:

"You want to turn the entire universe into a utopia; so, what is your method?"

"All that remains is waiting," Sunday said calmly.

"Waiting? How long must we wait?"

"Perhaps tens of millions of years, perhaps hundreds of millions of years, perhaps eternity..."

"But none of that matters; our time will be very, very long."

"Long enough that by the time birds have pecked away the diamond mountain, only the first second of eternity will have passed."

139. 【The Worst Nameless in History!】

"You..."

Welt Yang, looking at the purple-haired woman standing beside Silver Wolf, was slightly stunned for a moment.

That face was so strikingly similar to someone in his memories.

When that woman saw Welt Yang, she too paused slightly in surprise.

In the purple-haired woman's eyes, countless memories subtly rippled, among them figures resembling Welt Yang.

Especially with Silver Wolf standing beside the purple-haired woman and Himeko standing nearby, Welt Yang couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation.

That was until Silver Wolf spoke, interrupting his reverie.

"This is Huang Quan, an Emanator of Nihility," Silver Wolf said, pointing with her thumb at the purple-haired woman beside her.

"Huang Quan... an Emanator of Nihility?!"

Himeko, standing nearby, raised her eyebrows slightly upon hearing Silver Wolf's words:

"IX actually has an Emanator?"

"No, that Aeon does not gaze upon anyone, yet IX also encompasses everyone."