Chapter 969: Chapter 533 What is This Thing Chapter 969: Chapter 533 What is This Thing The universe was gray and dimmer, even more silent than imagined.

This was once a bustling area with numerous stars twinkling, and the spaceports orbiting the stars provided essential support for civilizations heading to the Origin Land. Countless civilizations set out for the Origin Land with unwavering courage, but alas, very few returned.

It was a beautiful era, also referred to by present-day civilized races as the Golden Age.

The civilized races sat down for talks due to some chance factors, put aside their prejudices, formed an alliance, and then ventured together toward the Origin Land.

Some civilizations knew their strength was not enough to reach there, so they chose to stay behind as a backup and handed over steles engraved with their civilization’s data to other races, thus joining their expedition in this way.

It was supposed to be a grand reconciliation of multiple ethnic groups, but everything changed after the first batch of civilizations returned from the Origin Land.

The races that had left here transformed into the Six Great Evil Gods, and the other races were also tainted, with war imminent.

The energy of countless stars was drained, a large amount of dark matter was forged into weapons, and planets were cast into bullets that, after a single discharge, became forever silent.

After suffering massive casualties, the Six Great Evil Gods dominated this place. However, the goals of the Evil Gods were always obscure; they had no intention of ruling this place but instead left it, wandering in the Land of Dao Certification and bringing their own version of peace and tranquility here.

Hidden in the shadows, the Emperor of the Darkmoon Empire reminisced about the past history and once again sighed, “That was indeed a good era.”

“What kind of era was it?” Her chancellor peeked out from the left, curiously asking.

Looking at the small and fluffy chancellor, the Emperor smiled and then said, “A perfect era, an era without strife. Let’s not talk about that. Are you sure the target fleet hasn’t reduced speed?”

“No.” The equally small Minister of Military Affairs on the right said seriously, “Possibility weapons have been used, but it seems they haven’t been disturbed at all and are still continuing toward the Origin Land.”

“We can’t let them go on.” The Emperor stared into the distance and said seriously, “The Origin Land can’t be invaded again. This world is already at its limit bearing six Evil Gods; we can’t add any new Evil Gods.”

“That’s true.” The chancellor said seriously, “After all, it’s a high probability of death or a very small chance of becoming an Evil God. No matter how you think about it, it’s better to stop them here. But on second thought, why don’t we warn them first?”

The Emperor stared blankly at her chancellor and then came to a realization, “Oh right, we can do that!”

“Don’t be like that, Emperor. You are a bit silly sometimes,” the Minister of Military Affairs said, “Next time you have a good idea, remember to tell the Emperor first.”

“Stop arguing, you two.” The Emperor interrupted them both, gazing at the fleet still traveling through the void, her expression filled with longing.

Her civilized race was reduced to just her and her two subordinates. The long passage of time had made her exceedingly lonely, and preventing other civilizations from heading to the Origin Land had become one of her few duties and pastimes.

Some fleets would sense something was amiss after encountering possibility weapons and then turn back. After all, these weapons’ method of attack was bizarre and almost undefendable, making for a very effective threshold.

Today, it was rare for a civilization to break through that threshold, which sparked some interest in the Emperor, and she prepared to make proper contact with these guests.

She plucked her regal robe from the void, her scepter embedded with gemstones gripped in her third hand, and her fourth hand held the sacred orb, to manifest her divine authority.

Her civilization had been destroyed, and she was the last Emperor of their race. But even alone, she wanted to maintain their dignity, to meet the foreign visitors in the most perfect state.

She smoothed out her clothing, combed her hair, and the Emperor said with satisfaction, “I am truly adorable.”

“Lovely indeed, befitting of our Emperor. Just one glance at this majesty stirs the heart,” the chancellor said enthusiastically.

“This subordinate concurs,” the Minister of Military Affairs immediately echoed.

After scrutinizing her appearance, the Emperor nodded with satisfaction and began to move towards the warship, ready to visit those guests who could withstand the possibility weapons.

Meanwhile on the battleship, the boss was busy with game evaluations.

He had been drawn in by a new room-based game, putting the other games temporarily in the clear.

After all, according to the Zhiyi Heavenly Lord, possibility weapons first target the weakest parts, and in the battleship, the most vulnerable place was the player-created games, particularly those room-based games.

These games had only one scene and were particularly prone to attract anomalies, leaving the rest unharmed.

The boss didn’t usually play games, but now he was playing “Nebula” out of interest in its economic system.

However, after playing some games selected by the “AI”, he had to admit that many of them were quite fascinating.

“This ‘Capitalist Simulator’ is interesting but why do I end up being strung up on a lamppost in the end? I just employed child labor, skipped the workers’ insurance, and fired workers right before awarding year-end bonuses, nothing majorly wrong. The game creators are a bit too extreme,” he mused.

Beside him, the unlucky one glanced at the boss and couldn’t be bothered to comment.

“Ass is the boss of the brain, and I have nothing to say to you, the bourgeois lackey.”

“And if given the chance, I’d hang you from the street lamps.”

Unaware that his head had been reserved by the street lamps, the boss was still enthusiastically searching for new games.

After finding a game that piqued his interest, he curiously asked, “There seem to be a lot of good games now. Why do players keep saying they’re experiencing a game drought?”

“That’s now,” said unlucky. “A few days ago, there weren’t nearly as many good games.”

“So, that’s how it is. Is it ‘Nebula’? Indeed, the low cost of game production does promote artistic development. I think I’ve got some inspiration; I’ll go write a paper first.”

Unlucky watched the boss with envy, thinking that regardless of his moral character, the mentor’s academic prowess was undeniable.

Playing a game could drive him to write several papers; when could he reach that level himself?

Seeing the boss about to log off, unlucky hurriedly called out, “Boss, what if something goes wrong after you leave?”

“What could possibly go wrong at this time? If there’s an issue, it won’t happen so quickly. Forget it, you take over for now. If there’s a problem, ask those few over there.”

Unlucky wanted to ask more questions, but the boss had already dashed off, leaving behind a forlorn unlucky.

On the other side, she saw Chen Rang, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord, Black Tech, and Equations EX gathered together playing a fighting game, making her wonder what was so enjoyable about the game named “Little Fighter.”

The graphics were average; the movements stiff, and the name a bit strange, yet how could the four be playing so joyfully?

Unlucky shrugged her shoulders and decided to finish the otome game she hadn’t completed.

Just as she opened the game interface, she heard the alarm system ringing.

“Who set off the alarm this time?”

This kind of thing happened every couple of hours.

At first, it made everyone a bit tense, but after a few times, everyone got used to it. Just checking the status on the warship’s systems and marking as read was taken as due diligence.

After all, this alarm system was too sensitive, almost like a nervous wife, making a fuss over anything and everything.

Unlucky initially intended to casually dismiss it as before, but when she saw the message sent back by the system, she felt her blood run cold.

The attached photo was taken by a camera mounted on the rear of the warship, employing the Cultivator’s Magic Artifact fabrication techniques and high-definition cameras to observe situations several light-years away.

In the images sent back by this camera, unlucky saw something that made her hair stand on end.

It was a colossal humanoid figure that appeared to be a twelve-year-old girl in a lavish red coronation robe, likely a being of high status.

But such a humanoid figure showing up in space was quite unsettling.

Upon closer inspection, more disturbing details emerged.

She had two regular arms, but instead of hands, she had two different colored dolls at the ends of her arms.

The dolls looked crudely made, more like toys for children. The one on the left was dressed in a blue gown with the word “Chancellor” crookedly stitched on its head with black thread.

The doll on the right wore a military uniform, holding a command sword, and looked rather comical rather than menacing.

But when one looked at the hair on the back of the girl’s head, any sense of amusement vanished.

What seemed to be silver-white hair on her head turned out, upon closer examination, to be thin, noodle-like arms.

However, thin is a relative concept. The image also included size markers.

Just the length of her eyes was six thousand kilometers. Her colossal size gave the impression she could stand toe-to-toe with Pangu and also triggered unlucky’s fear of giants.

And now, the female giant was spreading her arms wide, hurtling towards the fleet with a naive yet proud smile on her face.

What in the world…

…is this thing?