Colonial Suit

“Beast King!” An exclamation of surprise rang out in the bridge. Many Sterrs crowded around, helping to lift the bloody and mangled body. “Beast King, what happened to you? How did you become like this?”

“I did it myself…” Joko Jema's voice was very low. In fact, no one would feel good after cutting off half of their body. If it weren't for his amazing strength and a physique as strong as a monster, he would have died on the way back…

But now that he had returned here, he had hope.

“Don’t surround me. If you want to challenge me, do it quickly!” Although extremely embarrassed, Joko Jema was still so overbearing. His eyes widened, radiating a fierce light that made all the Sterrs tremble with fear. Only then did Joko Jema nod in satisfaction, and quickly ordered, “Prepare that thing for me immediately… I need to recover my combat power in the shortest possible time!”

“But Beast King!” A Sterr said cautiously. “That thing has only just completed its experimental phase, and it has many side effects. If you use it now, I’m afraid it will affect your body…”

Bang!

His two heads suddenly exploded at the same time. The headless corpse swayed a few times before falling into a pool of blood. Joko Jema glared fiercely at the crowd. “Since I became a Blue Totem, no one has dared to disobey my orders. He was courting death!”

“Now, does anyone still doubt me? Is anyone else going to stop me?”

“No, we will prepare it for you immediately!” All the Sterrs turned pale and scurried away in a panic.

Watching their embarrassed backs, Joko Jema snorted coldly. “A bunch of trash!”

This was the world of the Sterrs. Only the strong had the right to survive. Apart from the symbiotic familiars, everyone else was prey, enemies, and competitors! Joko Jema, who had climbed to his current position from among tens of thousands of people, was naturally well aware of this. Returning injured today was already dangerous. If he showed any weakness, he would be devoured by them, bones and all, leaving not even a trace.

However… as long as he used that thing…

Joko Jema's face twisted, his expression ferocious. He seemed to see Bloodshot being cut into pieces by him. He wanted revenge, and he believed that Bloodshot definitely didn't know he could recover so quickly.

This hunt had only just begun…

Joko Jema chuckled hideously, and said to the girls beside the throne, “Don’t worry, after I impale that man’s head on a spear, I will have some fun with you. None of you will escape.”

Thinking of the pleasure, Joko Jema burst into loud laughter…

The name of that thing was ‘Forced Cell Stack Filling Device’. It was a tongue twister, and there were a few small words behind it… ‘Prototype’.

It was magical. As long as a bit of flesh and blood was placed inside, it would restore the creature to its original form, which greatly surprised Joko Jema when he first saw it. He spared no effort to get it. Facts proved that his sacrifices were worth it. No matter how great the price, as long as it could restore his body at any time, it would be like having a second life for him.

Who told the Sterr demons to rely on instinct to fight? They didn't have diverse abilities like the cosmic warriors, nor did they have permanent avatars like the Star level. So this little thing was crucial.

The Sterrs were extremely efficient, and they prepared it for Joko Jema in no time…

Joko Jema pinched one of the girls' faces hard, and then flew towards the designated room. He didn't want others to support him, because that would appear too weak. Although he didn't think much of these fellow Sterrs, this was his moment of weakness, so he had to be careful.

In the huge and rugged room, there was an egg-shaped transparent object filled with a red solution. Joko Jema entered the room and pounced on the object, then penetrated the barrier and sank deeply into the solution.

Immediately, Joko Jema felt much better.

His body was warm, as if he had returned to his mother's womb. The speed of his thoughts also slowed down, and everything made him feel relaxed and comfortable… Gradually, the severed part of his body began to itch. Some small buds grew out, and the familiar sense of power gradually returned to Joko Jema's body.

Truly… an awe-inspiring civilization…

Joko Jema thought, planning to visit the Sasha tribe again if he had the chance. He believed that as long as he could pay a sufficient price, he would definitely be able to get a better ‘device’, instead of this ‘prototype’.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, he felt the solution vibrate, and there seemed to be a faint explosion in the distance.

Because he was recovering, Joko Jema's thoughts were a little slow. He didn't immediately become alert, but instead tilted his head strangely, as if trying to distinguish the source of the sound.

But he quickly reacted, his eyes widening.

“The mothership… is under attack!?”

“No, this is impossible!”

“This mothership has been inserted with my Blue Totem, it should be able to stealth like me! And it’s under the protection of the Sejesterrs, why would it be discovered!?”

“Damn it, what the hell is going on! Is it the enemy? Or are those brats playing around?”

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“No, no, I have a bad feeling, I want to get out, I want to get out… Hurry… restore me… give me strength…”

Joko Jema thought chaotically, becoming more and more irritable. The warning signs in his heart became clearer and clearer. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the deepening drowsiness. The ‘device’ had already taken over his nervous system, making it difficult for him to even move a finger.

The comfortable aura, as warm as a womb, had now become Joko Jema's greatest obstacle. He couldn't escape unless he broke this layer of shackles!

And what Joko Jema didn't know was that at that moment, right in his bridge, a large hole had appeared in the wall, and a man was leisurely walking in. The original Sterrs in the bridge had become corpses all over the floor, only the girls tied under the throne were still huddled together, shivering.

Bloodshot tilted his head and looked at the girls for a while, then grinned. “Hello.”

“Can you tell me, which direction did a guy who looks like a meatball go?”

“You… who are you?” A girl asked, trembling. Then she screamed and begged for mercy. “Don’t, don’t kill us…”

“It seems like your emotions are a little unstable.” Bloodshot thought for a while, then stretched out his finger and swiped. With a snap, all the girls' chains were cut off with one finger.

Then he stopped looking at the girls and walked towards the depths of the ship on his own…

He felt it, that guy was sleeping.

The hunt was about to end…(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation..)