Silent Prestige

Thud, thud, thud—the heavy footsteps echoed ominously.

A towering figure slowly emerged from the depths of the spacecraft, advancing towards the stage with deliberate steps.

"My dear subordinate, I owe you my thanks!"

Clutching Angel, who lay limp and unconscious in his arms, Caesar moved forward. Angel's body was lifeless, under the heavy veil of anesthesia.

As he progressed, he left a trail of chaos in his wake, sparing only a member of the black-scaled clan and the captain of the merchant ship.

Caesar paused, his gaze falling on the black-scaled clansman crumpled on the ground, reeking of fear and defeat. With a casual flick of his wrist, Caesar flung him away, clearing the air around him with a spiraling motion through space.

Turning his attention to the merchant ship captain, who stood trembling yet trying to maintain composure, Caesar's voice was calm but carried an edge of inquiry.

"Tell me, who set you on this path?"

He harbored suspicions that cosmic forces might desire to exploit Angel for research, stirring trouble in his realm.

"Hehe, oh mighty ruler of the Heavenly Palace," the captain managed a weak, bitter smile. "There was no one behind this, no single hand directing us."

"These beings are simply too rare, too precious!" he continued, desperation creeping into his tone. "I am merely the first of many who will try. Even though your name echoes through the cosmos—"

"In this vast universe, countless souls are driven by greed, willing to risk everything for wealth," he lamented, his eyes sweeping over his fallen crew. These were not just subordinates but his kin, loyal to the end.

And yet, in a fleeting moment, they had all been slain by Caesar.

Resigned to his fate, the captain closed his eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

Caesar, understanding the futility of further words, ended the captain's misery swiftly, disintegrating him into oblivion.

Squinting at the dizzy black-scale clansman, Caesar's voice cut through the tense air.

"Is my rule not merciful enough for you?"

"Dare you to blaspheme against the gods?" he demanded, his tone icy.

The black-scale tribesmen began to regain their senses, desperation evident in their prayers. "Great ruler of the Heavenly Palace! Many of my people are innocent. I implore you, spare them, spare them!"

They continued to kowtow and plead, blood trickling from their foreheads.

"All civilizations must face the consequences of their actions."

Caesar's voice was cold and unwavering as he spoke.

"Why?" he demanded.

The leader of the black scale tribe remained prostrated on the ground, trembling. Suddenly, he lifted his head and shouted,

"There has never been a savior in this world!"

"We merely seek to wield our own power, to defend ourselves!"

"What's wrong with that? What's wrong?"

"We've shed too much blood, too many lives!"

Before Caesar intervened, the Black Scales were victims of plunder.

With a lowered gaze and icy eyes, Caesar summoned a tiny golden flame, reducing the Black Scales to ashes in an instant.

"Civilization is neither inherently right nor wrong. You were simply too weak. Such is the way of the universe."

Stepping into the void, Caesar watched as the powerless ship floated in the vastness of space before him.

Then, with a flash of blue light, he returned to Angel Star.

After awakening the anesthetized Angel and learning the specifics of the Heishan people, he called for Liang Bing and arranged for Angel's combat power and a spaceship.

He instructed Liang Bing to obliterate the entire Heishan clan while also dealing with any civilizations under his rule that dared to blaspheme.

Death and genocide.

God's might was like a prison, his grace like an endless sea.

A blindly benevolent rule doesn't always foster better faith. It's only through contrast that the value of kindness can truly be understood.

With matters settled, Caesar embarked once more on his journey.

He was on a quest to confront a formidable adversary.

To remove the looming threat that hung over the heads of low-level Angels.

Void Land, where Collector Tiffany resides, encompasses the colossal head of an ancient deity, spanning the size of a planet.

Within this expanse, the Tiffany Group has established dominance, dispatching numerous outlaws to excavate the void's treasures: the god's bones, brain matter, and spinal fluid. These rare artifacts attract civilizations across the universe, willing to pay dearly for their study.

Despite its immense value, Tiffany has maintained control over the void for centuries, thwarting any attempts to wrest this wealth from her grasp.

Caesar boldly ventured into the void, interrupting the once lively scene where outlaws reveled in merriment. His arrival cast a deathly silence upon the void, though faint chaotic murmurs persisted.

One burly outlaw, wielding a gun, mercilessly thrashed a red-skinned man, perhaps for an offense or merely due to the lawless nature of the void. Oblivious to the shift in atmosphere, they continued their brutal exchange until a subtle gesture from a companion caught the attention of the assailant.

Promptly recognizing the change, the outlaw ceased his assault, adopting a deferential demeanor. The once-screaming red-skinned man, now whimpering, glanced around, his swollen eyes betraying his fear.

In the void, where many outlaws are affiliated with the Cosmic Mercenary Union, the influence of the Heavenly Palace's ruler, Tiffany, reigns supreme.

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