Colonial Suit

The night was like autumn water—soft and cold.

Inside the St. Mary's immigrant mothership, a light went out.

Beneath the light, a girl wrapped herself tightly in her tattered clothes, huddling in her mother's arms.

Her eyes were filled with panic, like a frightened fawn, her thin body trembling, and she was cold all over.

In the past half-hour, many lights had gone out in this corridor filled with immigrants.

Although the energy supply was still on and the system was still running, the light was still irresistibly leaving them.

The end of the corridor in the distance had completely plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, people's hearts were sinking.

No one knew how long this darkness would last, nor did anyone know if the light would ever return…

In a world lacking light rules, this vast fleet, like a boundless sea of sand, was like a small boat in the ocean, swallowed by darkness.

The rules system carried by the ship itself would be assimilated by the void and eventually turn into darkness.

The cosmic warriors responsible for the ship had begun to defend, but no matter how hard they tried, they still could not stop the spread of darkness.

For cosmic warriors, rules were everything to them, and lacking rules was like creating a blank space in their power.

That sense of loss and emptiness was unbearable, and could even be seen as a kind of terror.

In the great families of the universe, humans might not be as dependent on light as the Bokas, but they were also photophilic beings.

Human technology, ships, and a large number of instruments needed light to function.

If light were lost, it would not just be a matter of sadness for humans, but would also involve the navigation and survival of the entire fleet.

And this kind of situation also applied to the Sasha.

No one spoke, and the corridor was quiet.

Only the sound of people breathing could be heard.

As an immigrant mothership, this ship had no attack power, and even lacked armor, but it was packed with 700 million people.

Whether rich or poor, they had to survive in a small space and struggle for a glimmer of hope for the future.

The little girl's body was getting colder and colder.

In the darkness, the mothership's life support system seemed to be having problems.

The oxygen supply was still normal, but the temperature balance device was failing bit by bit.

Although she wrapped herself tightly in her tattered clothes, she inevitably suffered from hypothermia.

This made her feel very painful, and her mother hugged her tightly, but it was still useless.

Without warmth, how much stronger are humans than ants?

But the problem was, who could give them warmth in this dark world?

A fair little hand suddenly appeared in front of the little girl, holding a small bottle of deep blue liquid.

"Drink some. It will make you feel better."

The little girl looked up and saw a figure like an angel.

It was a girl who seemed to be the same age as her, with long golden wavy hair and a perfect, angelic face with a faint smile.

The little girl was dazed and involuntarily grasped the blue potion.

"Drink it. Just holding it won't give you warmth," the blonde girl said, then patted the little girl's hand.

"Don't worry, the darkness is only temporary, and the light will come soon."

"Are you an angel?" For some reason, the little girl asked strangely.

Obviously, the blonde girl was stunned for a moment, then showed a sunny smile.

"Yes," she said, pointing to herself.

"Of course I am."

"Then can you take my mother away from here?" the little girl said hopefully.

She really hoped that the other party would take her away as well, but in this cold, end-of-the-world situation, who would do that?

If possible, if only one person could be taken away, then let her mother be happy.

She thought so, then stretched out her hands to the blonde girl.

"Anything is fine, if you need it, take my life.

Let my mother live, please."

In the darkness, the little girl's actions attracted the attention of many people, but no one said anything.

Isn't dedication and sacrifice a beautiful aspect of human nature?

The little girl's actions were understandable.

It's just that as human nature, there are also people who would not agree with the little girl's actions.

A pair of thin, bony hands suddenly reached out from behind, hugging the little girl, and then a trembling voice said.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Your Excellency, please forgive her ignorance.

She didn't mean it."

A low cry rang out in the darkness.

Your Excellency, this term is not used to describe ordinary people.

In today's fleet, only powerful cosmic warriors are qualified to receive this honorable title.

Could it be that this sunny blonde girl is a cosmic warrior?

The blonde girl obviously didn't expect to be seen through, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then smiled at the mother.

"Do you know me?"

"I don't have that qualification," the girl's mother hugged her daughter tightly, as if holding the wealth of the world, and said with a trembling voice.

"But I think, if someone can still take out high-grade nutrient solution to give away at this time, it can only be a strong person like you."

Then she explained in a low voice.

"I used to be a nurse, so I know this kind of nutrient solution."

The blonde girl nodded, agreeing with the mother's statement.

But she didn't act as arrogant as everyone imagined.

Instead, she gently patted the mother's thin arm and said softly.

"Don't think too much, it will be fine."

"Everything will be fine."

"Really?" the mother looked up, asking as if facing a deity.

"Of course it's true," the blonde girl replied affirmatively.

"Because this world is always bright, even if there is temporary darkness, what does it matter?

You are humans… even if this universe is destroyed, you can survive, until forever…"

"Isn't it true that humans must live tenaciously in any environment and under any hardship?

What is coldness?

What is darkness?

As long as you can breathe, as long as there is still a heartbeat, you will not give up hope, right?"

The blonde girl said loudly, truly like an angel in the world, emitting a holy light in the deep darkness of the corridor.

People were silent, but after a moment, they burst into enthusiastic cheers.

"Yes!"

"You're right!"

"We must live on!

Don't give up hope!!"

"What is this coldness, what is this darkness?

Back then, I dug ore underground for thirty years!

That was even colder and darker!"

"We will definitely survive, definitely!!"

In the corridor, the immigrants seemed to have awakened their long-standing bloodline, reigniting their fighting spirit.

The mother also hugged her daughter tightly, her face full of tears.

And the blonde girl, in the cheers, stuffed another tube of nutrient solution into the mother's arms, then patted the mother's back and walked out of the corridor…

Outside the corridor, a handsome priest was standing in front of the window, looking at the endless darkness outside.

The blonde girl stepped forward and said softly.

"Brother Robbie, are you really going out?"

"Humans need sacrifice," the priest replied, with a sunny smile on his face.

"I am a priest, and I am also a human."