Colonial Suit

As Sapos spoke, the entire mother nest seemed to twitch. Then, in the image, Lier shuddered slightly and looked around.

"She sensed it," Sapos said with a smile. "When familiar rules suddenly recede and spatial projection is completely severed, a universe warrior will weaken. That gap from strong to weak is unacceptable to anyone. She will fear, be confused, and panic. That will be your chance."

"Not everyone is so fragile," Napolitt replied. "True strength lies not in power, but in the heart."

"If she is a warrior with a strong heart, then your little tricks will have no effect."

"Is that so? We'll see." Sapos laughed and turned his gaze to Lier's image.

In the light screen, Lier only showed a slight surprise at the beginning before regaining her composure. She sat on the edge of the bed, propping her chin up, as if she didn't feel the dissipation of power at all. Having lost her perception of rules and spatial projection, her strength had dropped to a dangerous level, and it seemed her only trump card was pure physical strength. But what did that amount to for a universe warrior? Unless one specialized in physical strength, at this moment, she would be like an egg stripped of its shell.

Stripped of that layer of power, what difference was there between a universe warrior and an ordinary person?

In the thick darkness, Lier's pollution continued, and her mental thoughts slowly spread and expanded her territory. But her thoughts seemed to have left here, returning to a desolate, cold planet. There, dark clouds loomed year after year, and gales howled. On the endless earth, there were only ruins and countless lives struggling like ants.

X35…

The place where she was born and raised.

On this cold planet, the memories left for Lier seemed to be only cruelty. But few people knew that hidden within this cruelty was Lier's only warmth. That stinking sewer and cold cement hut were Lier's haven. Whenever she was lonely and sad, she would hide here, reliving that warm memory under the construction of her thoughts.

What did the disappearance of power matter? In fact, she was always that Lier, that little woman who only knew how to manage the household and curl up in Blood瞳's arms. The so-called universal hegemony and competition among the strong meant nothing to her. No matter how many times she evolved, what blood flowed in her veins, or what pulsed, it was all the same.

Perhaps even the great Krodir wouldn't have thought that the war mother he had carefully cultivated and modified actually had such a soft heart. And what if this kind of softness was another kind of strength from a different perspective? Just like… a mother holding a baby in the cold wind… or, a wife in her husband's arms…

"Adrenaline stable. Dopamine normal. Emotions stable with no fluctuations, heartbeat slowing down. Physical strength tending towards dormancy."

In the other room, Napolitt looked at the data next to him and said to Sapos, "It seems your little trick didn't work. Her heart is more resilient than you think."

"Is she sleeping?" Sapos asked somewhat embarrassedly. The failure of his expected trick made him feel very embarrassed. But even so, Lier should be at her weakest at this moment.

"Perhaps you can forcibly enter her mind and read her memories. Isn't that your forte?"

"I can't," Napolitt replied, pointing to the data light screen next to him. "My entry is limited by factors such as the environment and the receptor. If it's an ordinary person, I have 100% certainty. If it's a warrior who has lost the will to fight, I can also try, but can you recognize this kind of data? Although she doesn't have much rule assistance, this kind of soft yet tenacious heart… is as solid as a mother's… this is the most primitive tenacity. If you want to rely on intrusion to complete memory reading, there is only one result."

"I will get lost in her world and be unable to escape."

Saying that, Napolitt closed the light screen and rubbed his brow in place.

Two days of observation had exhausted a lot of energy for both him and Sapos. Besides this attempt, they had actually used many methods, including mental thoughts, cell scans, and even the penetration of the mother nest organization. But everything was ineffective against Lier. In their eyes, Lier was like a stone that was impervious to oil and salt, making it impossible to start.

All the data was normal, but this normality itself was abnormal. Imagine, would a universe warrior who had lost her power be as calm as Lier? Imagine, would a person who might face a death experiment at any time be as peaceful as Lier? Knowing that she might encounter danger and might die, she was still as quiet as a sleeping mother. What kind of thoughts were behind this tranquility?

Napolitt couldn't imagine, but he felt that Sapos's suggestion might be too reckless.

This receptor named Lier was clearly not a target that could be manipulated at will.

Whether it was physically or mentally, unless she herself was willing, any will imposed on her was a sandcastle on the beach.

In the spacious room, the fragrance of green grass permeated, which was the divine gas automatically released by the biological circulation system. But for the two noble great wise men, it didn't seem to be of much help. Sapos crossed his arms with a gloomy face, while Napolitt was still rubbing his brow.

Thoughts were constantly flashing in their minds, but they were all abandoned.

There was no other reason, Lier's identity was too important.

The bloodline inheritance of the ancient mother nest, no matter what, was a fatal temptation for the Sasha race. Especially with the Star Nest project in trouble. And what the two great wise men knew even more clearly was that as the Sasha race continued to improve the Star Nest, the volume of the Star Nest would become larger and larger, and the system would become more and more complex. Without a strong and effective command core, it could not be completed. The highly integrated worm brain that Napolitt had modulated couldn't bear such a huge command pressure. So they had no choice.

Time passed little by little, and finally, Sapos put down his hands and said helplessly, "There's no way, we can only use the last resort."

"The virtual personality is ready. But the problem is that I can't guarantee it will be successfully overwritten. This woman's heart is too resilient. I highly doubt that even if the entire universe collapsed in front of her, it wouldn't cause her the slightest fluctuation. So, to overwrite, we must use special means," Napolitt continued, having entered a state of full cooperation.

"Oh?" Sapos's eyes lit up. "Do you have other trump cards up your sleeve?"

"I have a little, but you won't like it," Napolitt's face was very ugly, and he looked at Sapos and said word by word, "That is to use the worm brain for forced parasitism. The worm brain will become the medium between us and her, greatly increasing the chances of success, but the side effects are that either she will become our new core, or…"

Sapos suddenly felt a little creepy.

"She will absorb the worm brain together."