He had never expected that the legendary King of the Cauldron Belt would have such a brutal-looking face. As expected of a former noble scion, the fight over succession had truly been savage.
On the high platform, the person seated upon the Golden Throne had a brain that was half metallic in color. He had not worn bionic skin to cover up his defects, but instead displayed them openly.
Because of that metallic brain, the eyeball in his left eye was naturally a technological creation as well. It flickered with crimson light, moving left and right as it swept over the various captains in the hall, making everyone's scalps prickle.
Anyone would feel uneasy being stared at by a half-human, half-machine thing like that.
Still, this nameless figure rather matched He Zhao's image of a space pirate. Like a sea pirate, he had to have one hand as an iron hook, one blind eye, and an eyepatch over it.
Not blind?
He still had to wear one!
Next, the King of the Cauldron Belt's right hand and left leg were also technological prosthetics. Unlike the half-metal brain, the prosthetics had a certain wildness to them. They were rather aesthetically pleasing, with smooth metal lines and an impeccably polished surface, which somewhat softened the fierce aura about him.
Most importantly, at the position of his heart on the left side of his chest, a pale blue light flickered, shining through his skin, brightening and dimming in turns.
Good grief. Even his heart had to be replaced with a technological creation. One could imagine just how severe his injuries had been when he escaped death back then.
"Everyone."
The King of the Cauldron Belt spat out two words, but what emerged was a cold, emotionless electronic synthetic voice.
Damn, what a miserable