Colonial Suit

Sarge Jones's judgment was undoubtedly correct, but Robbie couldn't hear it.

At this moment, he was at the most important juncture of his life, located in the heart of Heaven, receiving the worship of countless angels.

In the vast light, the number of angels increased, and the hymns grew louder. Behind the gates of Heaven, a new world was gradually taking shape. The Heaven Mountain, piercing the clouds, and the Throne of God, like a newborn sun, emitted a glorious golden light. The infinite power of faith from the human fleet flowed like a tide, like an ocean, constantly entering his body, for him to drive, for him to squander.

It was an omnipotent feeling, intoxicating and addictive.

Robbie could no longer see the darkness, because the light had blinded his eyes, nor could he see the human world, because the hymns had obscured his heart. At this moment, he was a true god, a true master. And in the next moment, he would ascend that glorious throne, surrounded by countless angels.

What he didn't know was that, in the eyes of outsiders, his body was constantly fading and blurring, as if transitioning from a solid entity to nothingness.

The power of faith contributed by humanity, and even all life, had deeply polluted him, permeated him...

“Spire particle concentration rising, reaching the first critical point. Target will lose sensory perception (five senses) in thirty seconds.”

Inside Eden, the instruments locking onto Robbie issued a piercing alarm. A large amount of data and curves cascaded down like a waterfall, making everyone watching look serious. Sarge Jones stared intently at Robbie in the light, a glint flashing in his eyes.

“Hold on…”

Spire particles are the main data for detecting the existence of a universe warrior. According to the standard, there are three critical values. The first critical value will cause the loss of five senses and other sensory perceptions, the second critical value will cause the loss of thought and other extrasensory perceptions, and reaching the third critical value will completely lose thinking and all existence. Simply put, this person will no longer exist. Even if the body or part of the carrier is still there, the imprint belonging to this person will disappear from the universe.

A universe warrior does not necessarily exist based on the physical body, but if the Spire particles reach the third critical point, then no matter how powerful he is, disappearance is inevitable. This is the rule-based nature of universe warriors.

Sarge Jones didn't know how long Robbie could last, but what he cared about was whether Robbie could eliminate the cosmic dark spot before he disappeared. This determined the future of the human fleet.

Perhaps it sounds cruel, but that's the reality.

In the void, the light continued to spread, and the hymns had completely resounded in every corner. Along with the warm hymns, the ordinary people in the immigration ships also reacted. Some people with disabilities stood up, and some people with serious illnesses also felt healthy. The hungry felt full, and the cold felt warm. The Lord's heaven seemed to have truly descended into this void. When people's power of faith was transmitted to that country through Robbie, Robbie's world also gave feedback.

This may not be real, but what does it matter? When the spirit feels satisfied, then humans will be satisfied. And their satisfaction will increase their faith, which will then be transmitted to Robbie's world again.

The transmission of faith is inherently as terrible as a plague.

But these things, for Robbie, did not only mean power, but also a burden.

Why do gods always start wars in myths? Why do they always bring famine and disaster? Not because they want to show their existence, but because they want to control faith. Faith is the source of power for the gods, and also the root of their disasters. Being too immersed in the power of faith will lead to pollution, assimilation, and ultimately loss of sanity. (Simply put, life's faith has too many impurities, and even gods can't handle eating too much.)

And the spiritual system of the universe warrior is the same...

In this endless dark world, Robbie guided the power of faith of all mankind, lighting that impossible flame. He succeeded, but also plunged himself into this vortex of power of faith, unable to escape. As more and more power of faith joined, his existence became lower and lower, eventually assimilating into this almost infinite ocean of power of faith.

Is it happiness? Or a nightmare?

In the hymns, Robbie frowned slightly. He seemed to feel something, yet he seemed to feel nothing. His eyes were slightly closed, his eyelashes were long... very quiet.

He became stronger again... feeling as if he had flown to the top of the mountain, overlooking all living beings. All living beings fantasized because of his joy, and feared because of his anger. He was the master of all living beings, the master of everything.

“Spire particle concentration rising, reaching the second critical point. Target will lose extrasensory perception (thought) in fifteen seconds!”

“What is the status of the cosmic dark spot?” Sarge Jones asked urgently.

“Elimination rate 53%, and the remaining 47% is slowly melting.”

“Can we force a breakthrough?”

“No, it has not been centrally eliminated, so the remaining part is still blocking the entrance to the fourth level. The fleet cannot enter.”

“Damn it.” Sarge Jones slammed the table hard, then turned his gaze to the figure outside the ship. “Hold on a little longer, just a little longer…”

“Please, Robbie.”

“Don't stop! Don't… disappear!”

At this moment, in another part of the fleet, in a streamlined ship, the twin siblings were also nervously watching Robbie, their eyes already filled with tears.

“Succeed, Robbie-gege! Don't, don't give up.”

“Believe in yourself, believe in your persistence. Robbie-gege, aren't you going to let the sunlight shine on every child's face? Don't be confused by distractions…”

As specialists in the spiritual field, the twin siblings had already noticed Robbie's state, and couldn't help but feel a little panicked. Robbie's behavior was too dangerous. Physical trauma can still be repaired, but soul trauma is eternal. Robbie is betting with his life. And no one can help him with all of this.

Even Blood瞳, who once climbed the Peak of Guilt with him, could not.

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“Blood瞳-gege, do you really have no way?” Little Posy asked crying, holding onto the last bit of hope. But she didn't wait for Blood瞳's answer. All she saw was Blood瞳's calm face.

“Every man has his own persistence.”

Blood瞳 said, reaching out and patting Little Posy's head. “Trust him.”

In the void, Robbie shone brightly again, like a round of tomorrow. At this time, his body shape was completely invisible, and even the glorious gates of Heaven were looming in the light. In the endless light, Robbie also felt himself getting lighter and lighter, more and more ethereal, as if melting little by little. The body no longer existed, and the spirit… seemed to no longer exist either. The so-called individual, the so-called imprint, everything, seemed to be moving away from him.

He seemed to have become this world, this universe…

Omnipotent, infinitely inclusive.

“Spire particle concentration rising, reaching the final critical value. Target's entire existence will disappear in ten seconds.”

“Ten, nine, eight, seven…”

“Three, two, one…”

“Critical value exceeded. World collapses.”

With a bang, the entire void shook again. In an instant, all the light returned to the starting point, and the darkness synchronously magnified, filling every inch of the void again. When everything returned to calm, the entire human fleet could not see a trace of light.

In the darkness, the regretful voice of a crew member sounded.

“Advancement failed, cosmic dark spot…”

“Spreading.”

ps:

I'm sorry, Xiao Dao originally wanted to finish writing it in one go, but I didn't manage to do it. I'll make up for it in the next section. Robbie is the main character of this book. Forgive Xiao Dao for using too much space to describe him. If you like it, please support Xiao Dao. If you don't like it, ignore this paragraph.