Colonial Suit

Jules was making rapid progress, having analyzed nearly half of the data in thirty minutes. She was already very skilled at this kind of work. With the increasing speed of her Blood Pupil's evolution and the rising levels of competition, her combat abilities were no longer suitable for participation. If she wanted to stay with the team, she had to find her own niche, and logistical support seemed to be the most fitting role for her.

Of course, Robbie and the others weren't idle either.

During this time, no less than three teams of reinforcements from the Queen's party arrived, only to be defeated by Robbie and his companions. Blood Pupil had caused quite a stir, not only infiltrating the Light Energy Database but also destroying this node. Although it wasn't a significant loss to the entire Light Energy Network, the Queen's side had to investigate. After all, this was the Throne of Dawn, and the gain or loss of any node was related to the future.

The only fortunate thing was that the ongoing throne battle that the Evil was engaged in was attracting most of the attention, reducing the pressure on Blood Pupil.

However... they were just a few hastily trained Meteor and Planetary-level individuals.

Robbie silently stared at the broken golden armor in front of him, his face expressionless as he made the sign of the cross. His black priest's robe danced in the breeze, making him look like a statue.

"They're really weak... what I hate most is that the Boca people don't even have blood, it's no fun at all," Little Boi hissed behind him, looking disgruntled. "No wonder the Queen's party is declining, their strength is so low that even we can easily deal with them."

"How could they become one of the strongest civilizations in the universe?"

"It's not like that," Robbie said, bending down to pick up a fragment from the broken golden armor, gently stroking it for a moment. "The strength of a civilization can't be judged solely on appearances or momentary achievements, but on their foundation. The Boca race has been able to hold the reins of the universe since the Great Chaos. Their foundation is astonishing."

"Planetary-level individuals like these, they can mass-produce them through Light Spirit inheritance. This alone allows them to gain a firm foothold in the Second World. They also don't lack high-end combat power, which is why the civilizations of the entire universe fear them. The reason you think they're weak is because you've grown..."

He turned around and handed the fragment to Little Boi. "Grown to a height where you can look down on most people."

"Ah... is that so? I'm so happy... Robbie is the best at coaxing people," Little Boi said, her face flushed with shyness as she took the fragment. "But what are you giving this to me for? This dirty thing doesn't have a good smell of blood, Little Boi doesn't like it."

"I want you to pay attention to the patterns on it," Robbie replied. "It will provide the best explanation for your previous remarks."

"Patterns?" Little Boi looked at the fragment with confusion. "There's nothing special about it."

"No, it's very special," Robbie said seriously, his face without a smile. "It's not just decoration, it's also a form of writing called 'Timoyarit'. It's an ancient rune that the Boca race used during the Great Chaos. It's said to contain power within itself. The Boca race uses them to build magic equipment and maintain the stability of the Light Energy structure."

"The rune on this fragment you're holding indicates that it's only a second-level creation."

"Second-level creation?" Little Boi looked at it for a while in confusion, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise. "You... you mean..."

"I mean, if this is true, then there should be a first level above it, at least one level," Robbie's gaze became deep, like the vast starry sky.

"A higher, more powerful mass-produced item."

"A hastily trained Star-level individual?" Little Boi's voice trembled slightly. She almost couldn't believe this guess!

Robbie's guess was too frightening. What was a Star-level individual? They were at the top of the pyramid's food chain! In the known level structure, there was nothing above them except for Black Hole-level individuals! Even the Seven Kings of mankind were only at this level! Below the Third World, Star-level individuals were absolute kings!

Such beings could actually be mass-produced?

What... what a joke...

If that were the case, other civilizations wouldn't even need to compete. The Boca race's strength alone would be enough to conquer the universe. When a large number of Star-level individuals tear through the sky, even gods would have to submit!

Even if these Star-level individuals were mass-produced products without any realm, just with energy.

"Then what... what..." Little Boi's lips trembled, but she couldn't form a sentence.

"What would they be willing to settle for the status quo?" Robbie finished for her, then closed his eyes. "I think maybe these mass-produced items also have some limitations? After all, the energy level of Star-level individuals is too high, even the Boca race can't afford the consumption, or... they're hiding something."

"Why would they need to hide if they have such power? If they wanted to, even the Sasha race wouldn't be a match..."

"Their nemesis would have been crushed long ago."

"The Sasha race?" Robbie lowered his head and pondered, his eyes flickering as he wondered what he was thinking. After a long time, he opened his mouth again, his voice a little hoarse as he asked.

"Who said they were the Boca people's nemesis?"

"Huh?" Little Boi was stunned, not understanding for a moment.

"I mean, who defined that the Sasha race must be the Boca people's nemesis?" Robbie continued, his eyes thoughtful.

"Ah... isn't that universally acknowledged?"

"Universally acknowledged?" Robbie raised his hand and stroked his chin. "I think this is also the information that the Boca race wants the civilizations of the universe to receive, right?"

"What?" Little Boi was dumbfounded. "You mean..."

"No, I don't mean anything," Robbie shook his head, his voice becoming low. "I'm just making a guess, and guesses don't count."

"What the Boca race wants to do, what they want to hide is their business. It has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with you. Unless they touch the interests of this team, we won't be their enemies," Robbie said, his expression gradually relaxing. He looked back at Blood Pupil, who was still absorbing Light Energy, and smiled.

"I just want to remind you not to be careless just because you've defeated a few mass-produced items. If we really get involved in the Boca people's sensitive areas, your mentality will become your weakness. Don't let people take advantage of you."

"Ah, Robbie is so annoying," Little Boi said, her face flushing, not knowing what she was thinking. "I, I won't let anyone take advantage of me easily... if anyone wants to take advantage of me... at least... at least it has to be Blood Pupil... if those guys dare to come over... Little Boi..."

Waving her childish fist, Little Boi declared like a declaration. "Will crush all the evidence of their manhood!"

"Hey, I said..." Robbie's eyes twitched, glancing at Blood Pupil behind him.

"You should watch less Dark Fairy Tales."