308 Flaws

Nefes stretched out his palm in confusion.

When she channeled her energy into the other person's body, the energy and the other person's blood resonated and merged. During this process, she would always feel a sense of awe and terror.

Contempt, indifference, and cold-heartedness.

Being around Lioz always makes you feel an overwhelming sense of oppression.

It was like a child facing their grandparents, or the fear of a vulnerable modern city dweller facing a savage, primitive monster.

They completely dominate themselves, and if the other party does anything that displeases them, they will crush them completely.

But now, with Lioz's blood on her hands, she felt no fear whatsoever.

It was as if the stain on the back of her hand wasn't blood, but tomato juice.

Something's not right.

Nefes, who had always followed orders from his superiors, suddenly developed the ability to think independently.

'I shouldn't be thinking, I shouldn't have a self... but what am I doing now?'

Nefes stretched out his fist, and for a moment, a long-lost sense of bewilderment resurfaced in his heart.

'This shouldn't be. Gabros is merely a weapon of war; I shouldn't have to think, I only need to follow orders...'

However, the more she denied her own thoughts, the more active her mind became.

Was it Lioz's oppression that awakened my survival instinct? This thought briefly floated through Nefes's mind before he immediately confirmed it.

—Lioz, it's all Lioz's fault... He disrupted my balance, and this situation doesn't conform to Gabros's rules.

But once she started thinking, she couldn't stop.

'If Lioz isn't really dead—no, his life signs have definitely disappeared. His head's been chopped off, how could anyone still be alive...'

Nefes looked at his hands.

"If he really is dead, then why didn't I feel any fear when I came into direct contact with his blood?"

unless--

Nefes gradually realized something; the corner of her mind, which had been sealed and imprisoned by the surgery, was slowly pried open.

The sunlight streaming through the window entered her room for the first time.

Think, think, think.

During the Gamma-rank era, he was able to withstand being beaten by three Zeta-rank in turn.

Yu White Candle Star resisted the three councilors of the [Machine World Society] and expelled them.

Even during his weakest period, when he lacked the support of Aoneng, Lioz was able to fight himself to a standstill.

There's also the suppressive force from the blood...

If he faked his death, was his purpose to escape? Or was it—

Just as she grasped the blind spot and her mind was racing with ideas, the communicator suddenly rang again:

"Nefes, I've already gone to the Tomb Stars with the transfer team. The pirates will evacuate in three hours, and everything will be handed over to the cleanup department. Then you can go to the Tomb Stars."

"..." Nefes remained silent.

"Nefes?" Nalia asked, displeased. "Didn't you hear me? Is something really wrong with you?"

"... Don't go."

Nefes said, "Lioz might still be alive..."

"You call a headless corpse with no vital signs 'alive'? He's currently sealed in Cryo-chamber, so stop talking nonsense!"

Nalia said irritably.

"I'm not making this up."

Nefes's lips moved, awkwardly organizing his thoughts:

"That's not how it is, Lioz. He's not that fragile; he's very strong—"

"Shut up!"

Nalia coldly replied, "Who gave you permission to talk back to me? You're nothing but a product manufactured on an assembly line, a mere industrial defect, yet you dare to challenge capitalists? Do you want to rebel!"

"... Lioz, alive."

"You didn't give me permission to speak! Shut up! You're a mass-produced product!"

Nalia said impatiently, "Listen, you've caused me enough trouble already. Now just do your job."

"But Lioz— "

"Are you trying to teach me how to do things?" Nalia sneered. "The company can have as many products as you. Now you think you're capable? How about I give you my position and you become the manager, while I become your product?"

Nefes did not answer.

Her gaze wandered, as if she were deep in thought.

"Not replying again? Heh, you really are malfunctioning. After the mission is over, go find Light Gold Priest obediently, stop talking nonsense, and obediently become a product of the company."

Nalia muttered:

"This kind of inferior product is really not good to use... Maybe we should just destroy it."

Smack

Nefes suddenly clenched his fist.

"Just destroy it, destroy it, and find a replacement..."

At this moment, all that seems to echo in my ears is the word 'destroy'.

Lioz's blood flowed down her fingertips, spreading all the way to her armpits and chest.

Thump, thump, thump...

With each rise and fall of his heart, Nefes felt more and more clearly how cold Lioz's blood was.

That's not blood.

The window was slowly pushed open, and bright sunlight streamed in.

—That is definitely not the bloodline of Lioz, the supreme being who crushes all things.

'I'm not wrong, I'm right.'

Nefes opened his mouth, and his purple, jagged pupils slowly lit up.

'I don't want to be destroyed... I don't want to die.'

At that moment, she could have continued to stubbornly explain her reasons and conditions, making Nalia take it seriously or change her decision.

But for some reason, the blood of Lioz flowing through her chest was like tentacles, interfering with her thoughts.

"Destroy, destroy, destroy, destroy—"

Many sounds, Nalia's mutterings, kept echoing in her ears.

She closed her eyes.

Then, the world fell silent, and all that could be heard was the call of one's own heart.

'I don't want to die.'

Fu—

Nefes opened his eyes, his jagged pupils gleaming.

Finally, she lowered her head:

"...yes."

"That's more like it."

Nalia tossed her hair, hung up the communicator, looked out the porthole at the dark metallic planet that was getting closer and closer, and smiled slightly, "Tomb Stars, once we're here, this is my territory."

Although the Higgs Field wasn't brought over, there are an unusually large number of Zeta-rank criminals here, and a large number can be recruited with just a little money.

They even thought they had gotten a bargain and made a fortune—it's laughable! If you could get rich through hard work, then the richest person would definitely be a miner.

Perhaps he was a child laborer.

The Tomb Stars is not a planet in the literal sense; its essence is a colossal structure forged, linked, and inlaid from a collection of mechanical motherships. In the universe, such planetary-sized structures are not uncommon and are known as ' Celestial Megastructure '. They lack a natural environment, and their inhabitants live a [Nomad] life entirely through plunder, importation, and manufacturing.

People living in megastructures tend to attract mostly outlaws due to the mobility and nomadic nature of these structures. The few decent people they attract are usually tycoons or oligarchs.

As the spaceship entered the dilapidated Starport, Nalia was immediately met with a nauseating stench upon disembarking—a mixture of excrement from various races, stinking garbage heaps, and bodily fluids of unknown sex.

In short, it smells of poverty.

As soon as she landed, she saw several mixed-race aliens floating over from the vacuum zone not far away. They were taking off their spacesuits and walking over to her while chatting and laughing.

"That kid who lends money at exorbitant interest rates probably can't pay it back. Let's see what you're going to do with him."

"What to do? It's simple, he has a younger sister."

"What I mean is, besides his sister, he himself is also very handsome..."

As the group chatted about everyday matters, they suddenly noticed Nalia's appearance and figure, and their eyes lit up immediately. The green-haired orc in the lead grinned and said, "Yo, the company's young lady, you've arrived."

Nalia frowned, but soon the Zeta-rank aura emanating from the group made her relax.

"You must be from the Alden Mixed-Blood Gang, right?" Nalia glanced at them. "You said there would be 31 Zeta-rank? There are only 7 of you."

"Look at what you're saying, the brothers have already gone to guard Priest Ailiya's place. We just received the order and left the vacuum mining to head back, and that's how we ran into you."

The half-orc laughed heartily, unimpressed.

"Should we go directly to the [Priest]? That would be fine too."

Nalia exchanged a glance with the Gambler beside her, and the two quickly began to talk. "As expected of you, Miss Nalia, you've attracted so Zeta-rank at such a low price."

"They're just cannon fodder. Look at how weak their Dao aura is. Most of them didn't ascend properly—they're just naturally grown Zeta-rank. They don't even have a godhood. How can they be considered Deified Person? They're just Star Beast."

Nalia said calmly, "In the Star Abyss, those without a path to enlightenment, no matter how strong their physical body is, are just cannon fodder without the support of a path to enlightenment. You could take on several of them by yourself."

"Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, Miss Nalia."

Dundee hadn't expected that Nalia would recruit so many people at once:

"However, with so many cannon fodder—let alone Lioz, even a brilliant genius like Young Master Andrew would definitely be unable to handle it. It's only because you have this kind of information."

"Not many people know about the Tomb Stars. If we had more time, there would be better options... However, it's enough to control the situation."

Nalia nodded to the mixed-race orcs. "Next, please lead us to Priest Ailiya."

"No problem."

The leading orc nodded quickly. This was a big spender; they only had a few chances to meet him in their lives, so they had to treat him well.

However, they had only taken a few steps when their communicator rang.

"What? Priest Ailiya isn't at the shrine?"

The lead orc scratched his green-haired head and said to Nalia:

"I'm sorry, Priest Ailiya is in a bit of a situation... she's not at the shrine right now."

Nalia didn't care at all. "It doesn't matter, as long as it's not Sky Ring, we can revive people and take us to her current location."

"Uh, it might be a little noisy... Is that okay?"

"Noisy?" Nalia frowned. "As long as the ritual isn't performed in the open, other factors don't matter—where is she?"

"Priest Ailiya is dancing at Nightclub."

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