Chapter 102: Biological Armor

Where some rejoice, others grieve.

Compared to Alvin, who had effortlessly acquired two spaceships, Viges’s mood was terrible.

Although on the return journey to Paradise Star, he had vaguely suspected something major had happened to his homeworld.

But he never imagined the situation was worse than he’d feared!

The surviving engineers on Paradise Star had suffered a catastrophic blow to their technology, regressing directly to an agrarian civilization.

No, even calling them agrarian was a bit generous for the current state of Paradise Star’s people.

Bluntly put, aside from their long lifespans, the remaining descendants on Paradise Star were nearly reverting to a tribal era!

“What exactly happened?”

Viges couldn’t believe his eyes, repeatedly checking the reports from the Lord of the World.

He had only been in stasis for two thousand years—how had Paradise Star, once so technologically advanced, fallen to this state?

But after reviewing the mothership’s log and gradually learning the full details, Viges collapsed onto his seat, his body drained, pupils dilated several times over.

Alvin glanced at Viges’s hollow, shattered expression.

In human terms, it was perhaps the ultimate despair—death of the spirit?

The film hadn’t detailed the specific reasons for the engineers’ decline, so he didn’t know what had truly occurred.

But from subtle clues, the engineers had likely split into two factions.

One faction advocated creation: as shown at the film’s opening, they willingly drank the black liquid and leapt into Earth’s mountain streams, merging their DNA with the black liquid to create life.

The other faction advocated destruction: the ones Viges belonged to, the Space Jockeys, were sent to Earth to deploy the black liquid, but due to a leak, they were forced into stasis on LV-233.

The primary cause of Paradise Star’s technological collapse was almost certainly the Destruction Faction.

“Dear friend, if you don’t mind, could you tell me what happened?” Alvin spoke gently, first showing sincerity: “If your homeworld has suffered hardship, within my means, I am willing to offer you necessary aid.”

“I’m sorry—I can no longer fulfill my promise.”

Viges’s face twisted in bitterness, his fists clenched tightly, his expression almost grotesque: “After I entered stasis, the leader of the Destruction Faction, Elder Sathos, decided to lead a portion of our people beyond the galaxy, seeking a solution to our infertility.”

“And those who refused to go were abandoned?” Alvin already guessed the rest.

“Correct. Sathos abandoned the vast majority of our people and led a fleet of elites beyond the galaxy.”

Viges closed his eyes in pain, his voice hoarse and low with hatred: “For this expedition, Sathos took every single elite from Paradise Star—leaving only the most ordinary citizens. All warships, data storage chambers—Paradise Star was left with nothing.”

As he spoke these words, Viges sank to the lowest point of despair.

When ultimate sorrow meets ultimate anger, the result is not hysteria—but silence.

Like Viges, fallen into an abyss, utterly speechless.

Watching Viges’s psyche completely shattered, Alvin frowned—this couldn’t continue.

Viges was his appointed chief biologist; the synthetic xenomorph army he envisioned couldn’t afford to lose such a crucial piece.

“I understand how you feel—but you must pull yourself together.”

Alvin resorted to the old-school PUA tactics from his past life to comfort the broken Viges: “Even if you want to give up, think of your people on Paradise Star—could you really abandon them?”

Viges blinked, bewildered: “That… actually makes some sense.”

“So you must rally yourself—work twice as hard!”

Alvin adopted a stern expression: “You must lead the remaining people to restore the engineers’ glory—show Sathos and his traitors who truly carries the legacy of ‘Dykon.’ Your burden is heavy, Viges.”

His impassioned speech reignited hope in Viges.

“You’re right, my friend!”

Viges gripped Alvin’s hand tightly, his eyes gleaming: “I will prove to Sathos that I am the true descendant of ‘Dykon’s’ bloodline—they are nothing but cowards who abandoned their own people! I will lead my people to restore the engineers’ glory!”

“Excellent! That’s the spirit!”

Alvin didn’t forget to encourage him further: “Remember—you are the true descendant of ‘Dykon’s’ bloodline. You are the hero who will save your people.”

A few words turned Viges into a man fired with adrenaline.

Already, in his mind, he was envisioning himself leading his people to restore the engineers’ glory, his name etched into history!

What glory!

“As a friend, I am willing to support you to the best of my ability.”

Alvin pressed the moment, his face full of righteous determination—but he unhesitatingly sold out Weyland: “If you need anything, contact Weyland in my name.”

“Thank you so much, friend!”

Viges was moved to the brink of tears, gripping Alvin’s hand tightly.

“Of course—we’re friends, aren’t we?”

Alvin emphasized the word “friend,” smiling warmly: “Friends help each other, right?”

Looking at this generous “friend,” Viges felt profound shame for his former suspicions.

Suddenly, noticing the damage on Alvin’s armor, a flash of inspiration struck him—he quickly operated the cockpit controls.

A massive holographic image unfolded: a map of Paradise Star’s surface.

One location, however, was magnified by Viges—a vast structure in engineer style, resembling a temple.

But due to its age, the entire temple was nearly covered in vine-like plants; without the Lord of the World’s holographic imaging, it would have been nearly impossible to find.

“Found it—the Original Temple!”

Viges was so overcome with emotion he wept: “So Sathos didn’t take it after all!”

He then explained to Alvin what the “Original Temple” was.

It was a temple built by the engineers at the peak of their civilization, specifically designed to store knowledge.

“Oh? So it contains all the engineers’ technology?” Alvin’s eyes lit up—he suddenly had a bold idea.

But Viges shattered his fantasy, shaking his head: “There were originally thousands of similar temples. This one stored only information on biological armor. With these records and equipment, I can design a custom biological armor for you.”

The engineers’ biological armor differed fundamentally from mechanical armor.

Biological armor would function like a second skin, perfectly integrating with the wearer and providing comprehensive enhancement.

Though less flashy in expandability than mechanical armor, it far surpassed mechanical armor in safety, comfort, and versatility.

“Good—I owe you a great deal, Viges.”

Alvin, ever the one who never turned down a gift, accepted Viges’s offer with a smile.

End of the month—time to beg for monthly votes.