It was like how people had to leave home when they grew up, master interstellar navigation, and venture outward. This was something every species entering the stage of advanced civilization had to do.
However, in the eyes of true high-level species, building a temple inside a snail shell was the real high-tech feat. It involved the evolution of top-tier information technology.
For example, the current setup involved adjusting spatial dimensions to continuously refresh new planets and use them as different collection spaces.
Even in the eyes of a Level Three civilization, such a method was equally inconceivable.
Mechanical Serpens, Outer-Layer Planet, First-Layer Collection Space.
This was the real Mechanical Serpens in the eyes of the space pirates—a planet-sized black market composed of chaos and illegal construction.
Various planet-styled shipyards, trading centers, beast arenas, slave markets, repair shops, weapon stores, and biological modification shops were intertwined in a tangled mess. Some entire buildings were offices for a single star species, yet the moment one stepped outside, they became beaches, oceans, or hotels, with beauties of various species smiling at you and extending their tentacles and reproductive organs.
Behind the hotels, however, grotesque weaponsmiths were cutting up corpses and polishing melee weapons. Below them was another boisterous beast arena, where the spectators were flushed with excitement, their faces fanatical and savage. Large quantities of stimulants were sprayed around like perfume. Separated by just one wall, meanwhile, were alien shut-ins who sold blood while wearing virtual-network devices.
While interstellar shut-ins of different forms roamed through virtual worlds, the black market was filled with brawls, robberies, and forced buying and selling.
"Ah, such a familiar atmosphere!" I Am Big Muscle inhaled a deep breath of turbid synthetic oxygen and sighed sincerely.
"What the hell are you familiar with? You've never been here," Red