Colonial Suit

The vast universe...

A certain castle on a certain planet in a certain star field...

This was a magnificent golden castle, situated on the summit of a mountain.

At its foot were winding rivers and boundless plains.

In the green jungle... various animals frolicked in the morning sun.

Colorful butterflies fluttered, and the air was filled with the fragrance of the fields.

But at this moment, in a room at the very top of the castle, someone was shivering.

She was kneeling on the soft carpet of the room, trembling violently, large drops of sweat sliding down her body, soaking her as if she had just been fished out of water.

Her long blue hair was plastered to her body, beneath which was a face contorted with pain.

Jules' face.

"Ha... ha..." She gasped for breath, her face twisted in pain, making her originally beautiful and delicate face look somewhat ferocious.

But even so, it did not alleviate the pain from within.

Energy displacement was not something that could be used casually.

This emergency avoidance technique from the Fourth World was actually only an incomplete version that Jules had obtained.

A button-sized energy storage core that could be connected to the armor's AI.

When the AI detected an irresistible danger, it would activate and send her back to a pre-set location.

But the problem was that, because it was an incomplete version, this core did not have any buffering capability.

She had to bear all the pain of the teleportation herself.

This was not the worst part; the worst part was that after she returned here, she had to go through the process of rebuilding her body again.

The excruciating pain of having her entire body torn apart bit by bit was far beyond what ordinary people could bear.

Even Jules almost died from the pain.

This was the first time she had used this core.

But the near-death pain made Jules absolutely not want to use it again.

"Blood Eye..." Kneeling on the ground in pain, Jules gritted her teeth and uttered this name, her eyes filled with hatred.

Silently, the door of the room quietly opened, and a well-dressed female housekeeper walked in.

She looked at Jules with concern and said softly.

"Miss... the apothecary is already waiting outside. Would you like treatment now?"

"Now!" Jules uttered this sound from her throat almost in a roar, and then stood up little by little.

She was completely naked, her beautiful body exposed in the morning sun, the sweat on it like beautiful pearls.

Her firm breasts were enough to make any woman jealous, and her slender legs were close together, with not even a gap in between.

Under the housekeeper's gaze, Jules did not hide herself at all, and the housekeeper seemed to think this was natural.

She opened the magnificent wardrobe in the bedroom and asked Jules, "Miss, what would you like to wear today? A set of the most fashionable women's clothing?"

"No, I want that purple suit," Jules replied coldly, her eyes fixed on the morning sun outside the window.

The sunlight shone on her face, exuding a hazy beauty, like a perfect statue.

The housekeeper took out a purple suit and helped Jules put it on.

A few minutes later, Jules transformed into a delicate young man.

Stepping out of the room, an old man with white hair was already waiting in the living room, his back hunched.

Seeing Jules, he respectfully bowed.

"Miss Jules."

"Begin," Jules said casually, lying on a recliner and offering her wrist to the apothecary.

The apothecary carefully extended two fingers and placed them on it, then closed his eyes.

After a long while, he opened his eyes again and said to Jules, "Miss, your condition has worsened.

Have you been engaging in overly strenuous activities recently?"

"That's not something you should be concerned about."

"I'm sorry, Miss," the apothecary hurriedly lowered his head, expressing his apology.

"But... please forgive my bluntness, Miss, if you continue like this, then I'm afraid there will be no need for me to come again."

"What do you mean?" the housekeeper interjected, a deep worry in her eyes.

The apothecary glanced at the housekeeper and lowered his eyelids.

"Miss's condition is more severe than any of her elders, although her talent is also unmatched by her predecessors.

But if she continues to be uncontrolled, her vitality..."

"Won't she live past twenty-five?" Jules retracted her wrist and sneered as she finished the sentence.

The apothecary did not answer, but his lowered eyelids had already explained the problem.

"Is there no other way? For example, the most advanced medical technology of the Fifth World," the housekeeper hurriedly asked.

"I'm sorry," the apothecary shook his head, a trace of pity flowing from his eyes.

"My family has served Miss's family for nearly a thousand years, and I can assure you that no one in the entire Fifth World has more say than us about Miss's genetic disease.

Although the medical methods of the Fifth World are already very advanced, they are not enough."

"Miss's illness is inherited from her genes, which gives her talents that are difficult for ordinary people to match, but it also consumes her vitality.

Under normal circumstances, only long-term use of my potions and reduced activity can avoid it."

"What about special circumstances?" The housekeeper noticed the apothecary's wording and continued to ask.

The apothecary was silent for a while before answering seriously, "As far as I know, only top civilizations above the Third World have methods to correct genetic defects.

However, it is only a correction and cannot completely solve the problem.

Apart from that..."

"Apart from that, what else is there?"

"Apart from that, there is only that legend," the apothecary coughed a few times, seemingly not wanting to continue.

But the housekeeper was obviously concerned and kept asking.

After a while, the apothecary couldn't resist the housekeeper's urging and opened his mouth with difficulty.

"That legend... is the Great Chaos Era."

"The Great Chaos Era?" Jules raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Although she had a wide range of knowledge and was even called a genius in some areas, she was still very interested in the Great Chaos Era mentioned by the apothecary.

Because there was too little information about the Great Chaos Era.

Even when she occasionally found some, they were vague.

"Yes, it is the era before civilization was graded..." The apothecary answered intermittently, carefully considering his tone.

"There was a country... its name was Crodir..."

"Wait!!" Hearing this name, the housekeeper's expression suddenly changed, stopping the apothecary from continuing.

She looked very nervous, as if she had heard the most terrible thing.

Even clear drops of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Seeing her like this, Jules' curiosity grew even stronger.

She simply ignored the housekeeper and directly asked the apothecary.

"Does the Crodir you mentioned have a way to treat me?"

"Miss, please don't say that name!!" the housekeeper suddenly said.

Jules looked at the housekeeper with some displeasure.

She didn't understand why the housekeeper was so nervous.

At this time, the apothecary spoke up in a timely manner, "Miss, the housekeeper is right, you should not mention that name.

It's not good for you."

"Why?"

"Taboo," the apothecary answered without batting an eye, but his tone was indescribably firm.

Jules shrugged indifferently.

"Okay, it seems like this taboo is very dangerous, so let's talk about my illness.

Does that taboo really have a way to completely cure it?"

"Miss's illness, that legendary country does have a way.

Because its civilization was very special in the Great Chaos Era.

It was neither a mechanical route nor an energy route, but a biological route.

It is said that they possessed the most advanced biotechnology at the time.

Especially the development of deep genes, which reached the pinnacle."

"Really?" Jules was overjoyed.

If that was the case, she would probably be able to get rid of the shadow that had plagued her family for thousands of years.

This was such an important matter that even her personality couldn't help but get excited.

But in an instant, she saw a trace of... pity in the apothecary's eyes?

"What's wrong?" Jules felt that something was wrong.

"Does this country have a very high level of civilization now?"

Her ability was limited, and at most she could only have a little contact with the Fourth World.

If it was really higher than the Fourth World, or even the Third World.

Then even if there was hope for a cure, Jules could only sigh in vain.

"It's not high, it's that it doesn't exist at all," looking at Jules' hopeful gaze, the apothecary answered reluctantly.

"That country... no longer exists, along with their civilization, they disappeared in the explosion that ended the Great Chaos.

So... that's why I said it's just a legend."

"So that's how it is..." Jules disappointedly sat back in the recliner.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

After listening to the apothecary's words, Jules felt that she seemed too naive.

Since the disease that plagued her family could entangle them for thousands of years, how could it be easily shaken off?

If it was so easy to get rid of, then so many geniuses in her family would have solved it long ago.

"Alright, Miss.

Let's not talk about this legend.

Hurry up and let the apothecary take a look at you," the housekeeper said in a timely manner, seeing the disappointment in Jules' eyes.

So the apothecary began to diagnose again.

After a while, he took out a tube of blue injection.

Looking at this tube of sapphire-like injection, a trace of brilliance finally appeared in Jules' eyes.

With this thing, she could relax for a while, right?

"Miss, your physical condition is very bad.

I think you need a period of half a year to recuperate.

This is the current injection, maybe it can make you feel better," the apothecary said wearily, handing the injection to the housekeeper.

Jules nodded, watching the apothecary walk towards the door.

But just as he was about to leave, for some reason, Jules asked as if possessed.

"That legendary country... is there really no one left?"

"I don't know, maybe there is... maybe there isn't..." The apothecary stopped, saying uncertainly.

"Then how can I find them?

I mean... if I really encounter them, how can I know that they are descendants of that country?"

"............" The apothecary fell silent.

After a long time, he seemed to open his mouth with great difficulty.

"Eyes, please look at their eyes..."