Colonial Suit

Medium Transformation... Supreme Mega-Ability. Top Novel - Fastest Chapter Updates

It once made the universe's civilizations tremble during the distant Great Chaos Era. Along with top-tier abilities like Soul Extinguishment (Mystic), Mind Collapse (Mental), Atom Smashing (Elemental), and Abyss Breathing (Spatial), it was regarded as one of the most dangerous skills. It not only possessed a 'super damage' effect but also had 'instant death' properties. All enemies weaker than the user had a high probability of instant death.

No, describing it as death is a bit inaccurate; it's more like...disappearance.

The principle of Medium Transformation is to infect the target with the highest concentration of primal light energy, thereby converting all matter into light particles. Without the support of the Boka's Light Spirits, any substantial lifeform would instantly disintegrate.

It can be said that this is a supreme mega-ability specifically designed for alien races, with little lethality against the Boka themselves. It is precisely because of this that this mega-ability is so awe-inspiring, almost dreaded.

Just imagine, a large-scale Medium Transformation suddenly appearing on a vast battlefield... the Boka would be fine, but those who oppose them would be out of luck. This thing is simply a great weapon that can automatically distinguish between friend and foe. If it weren't so rare and the conditions for its use so demanding, the Sasa wouldn't be a problem in today's universe.

In the starry sky, despair and disaster were shrouded in a dim yellow pillar of light, their bodies gradually turning into light particles. Compared to the mercenaries who were transformed earlier, their strength was too high, so the transformation would not be completed instantly. And all the mercenaries and space pirates who tried to approach them were transformed into exploding light spots in the first moment by the dim yellow light.

"Don't come any closer," a desperate voice sounded in the pillar of light, without the slightest fluctuation. "You will die."

"But Your Highness!" a space pirate said anxiously. "If we can't break it, you..."

"We will also die," Despair finished for him, the corner of his mouth in the light pillar seemed to curl up slightly, revealing a cold smile.

"That's good."

"Really... good," he said again, as if to reiterate. Then he stretched out a finger. A right-hand finger, very ordinary. A very ordinary pinky finger.

Disaster next to him suddenly said, "Have you thought it through?"

"A choice must be made," Despair replied, his face very calm. "And this time it's not whether I need to think it through, it's them who made me make up my mind."

Disaster's face twitched, and then he stopped talking. Around his body in the light pillar, however, a faint black mist emanated, as if shrouded in a cloud of shadows. Even the light of the Boka tribe could not illuminate it. In reality... wasn't Disaster the same before he appeared?

Then what about Despair?

On the opposite side of the starry sky, the Boka warriors had already spread out remotely, forming a circle of encirclement, with the background of countless battleships in fierce combat, burning starry sky, and interlaced beams of light. Explosions and firelight kept flashing, just like stars rising in the starry sky.

Three white-robed adjudicators stood expressionlessly in front of the cage, coldly watching Despair's actions.

"Useless struggle. Ants are ants, even if you have the determination to sacrifice yourself, how can you face the gap in power?"

"End, Deep Purification!"

With a loud bang, the dim yellow pillar of light suddenly shone brightly, and the range and concentration were increased several times. Several mercenaries who were close by turned into light particles on the spot. And Despair and Disaster were submerged even deeper, and even their shadows could not be seen.

Only that little finger. That ordinary little finger, still stubbornly appeared in the pillar of light.

At that moment, it seemed that the whole world was left with only it.

"My name is Despair, the maintainer and provider of the mind. I came into the world not to bring destruction and fear, but to let people stop before seeing despair. So as not to be hurt by the darkness in their hearts. Also, so that my people can continue to hone themselves until one day they can truly bravely face everything."

The little finger raised and pointed to the Boka powerhouse opposite. "True despair. Once is enough."

The little finger shone and burst, turning into a spreading ripple that instantly expanded to tens of thousands of kilometers of starry sky. It passed through battleships and figures, but it seemed to have never hurt anything. The war continued, the battleships were glued to each other, spewing out deadly fire. But on this side of the battlefield, all the Boka powerhouses surrounding the human mercenaries were stunned. They didn't find anything abnormal in their bodies, but they felt that something had changed. That strange feeling made them extremely uncomfortable. It was as if something was missing from the moment they were 'born'.

No one could describe that feeling, if they had to describe it, they could only use a 'void' to express it.

Empty body, empty thoughts, empty soul, even...

Empty mind...

Empty.

Nothing at all. Naturally, that also includes faith.

Pfft... a Boka arbitrator suddenly changed color and spat out a mouthful of crystal light. The heart area in his chest was turning black, spreading like a plague. That gorgeous golden armor faded, darkened in a few seconds. Finally, it was gray and dull. And with his change, all the Boka and Sasa people next to him covered their chests, showing the same symptoms.

So empty!

So uncomfortable!!

Without harm, without any substantial harm, their energy, rank, and even their understanding of the rules were at normal levels. But they just felt sad, felt fear. That fear even surpassed death, surpassed the unknown. They couldn't say why they were afraid, but they would be afraid, they couldn't say why they were desperate, but they would be desperate.

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Everything lies in that empty nothingness.

"This... what kind of power is this..."

A white-robed adjudicator covered his chest, his face showing horror. He also found that he had changed. Although he couldn't say it, it was so clear and definite. It was as if something precious had been taken away.

The two great adjudicators next to him also had the same expression, covering their chests and showing pain.

"Why... why is this?"

A white robe murmured. "My power is still there, my spirit is stable, why do I feel panic? And my faith... I have never doubted it, but why is my light spirit dimming... what's going on? Damn it, why is this?"

"What the hell did you do?!"

The last sentence he almost roared, his voice full of trembling.

And on the opposite side of them, in that dim yellow light pillar that purified everything. Despair's voice was still calm. "I didn't do anything, I just took something from you."

"What did you take?" a white robe asked, his face twisted with fear.

"Your hearts," Despair replied.

"The real fear does not come from death and the unknown, but from each life itself. A soulless soul is pale, and it is also gray, so the real despair is not in the body, nor in the soul, but in the heart."

"How can a life without even faith not be desperate?"

"This is... the power of the mind."

"Mind Collapse."(To be continued...)