Ambition (1)

On an unknown asteroid somewhere within the Penza Empire.

Amid the blaring music of a bar, three people whose attire and bearing seemed somewhat out of place with their surroundings had gathered together for no apparent reason, seated in a booth in the corner.

One of them was a white-haired old man dressed in formalwear dominated by black.

One was a plump housewife.

The other was a middle-aged man in a dark red pinstriped suit, holding a pipe and taking a slow puff from it now and then.

"Another order came down from above," Red Suit said softly, his gaze constantly drifting across the graceful girls on the dance floor.

"The Life Process has finally begun restarting again. Naturally, the rulers can no longer sit still. They have waited so many years for the results of that final moment," the housewife said gravely.

"Our mission is to find the lifeform that restarted the Life Process. No matter what it is, protect it, let it grow and mature, then ensure that the rulers can harvest it safely," the old man in black formalwear said calmly.

"How marvelous. We painstakingly cultivated for so many years and gained nothing, yet in the realm of humans, the final hope appeared on its own.

"Fate truly is marvelous," Red Suit said with a smile.

"Yes. This is fate."

The three raised their glasses, lightly clinked them together, and drained them in one gulp.

"NO!!!"

On the distant battlefield.

Dilanka, an Ascendant from the Red Worm Galaxy, watched helplessly as two High-level Fission experts from his galaxy were killed by the enemy in the blink of an eye.

They were High-level Fission experts! Top-tier masters that the entire galaxy could only accumulate one of after countless years.

Yet on a battlefield like this,