Qin Mo inspected the Hypercube Maze.
Sure enough, the Star Map was sealed inside.
"Your goal was to obtain this C'tan," Szarekh said. "Are you satisfied now?"
From Szarekh's cold voice, like the operation of machinery, Qin Mo detected a trace of doubt.
Then he too became puzzled.
"Why would you ask that?" Qin Mo tossed the Hypercube Maze into his dimensional space and stared at Szarekh. "You were the one who lured Yggra'nya into a trap. Wasn't your intention to bring about this decisive battle we're fighting now?"
"No, I made little preparation for it." Szarekh shook his head. "Yggra'nya, who has little connection to you, was captured, and you directly led an army here to kill? And for a C'tan called the Star Map, was it worth making such a massive fuss?"
Szarekh's string of questions made Qin Mo realize that this was an unexpected decisive battle.
Szarekh did not know what use the Star Map's properties could have for humanity, and it clearly had not expected Yggra'nya's capture to trigger such a war.
But Qin Mo could not rule out the possibility that Szarekh was resorting to its imperial tricks again, playing dumb at a time like this.
So he merely replied, "Even if this war was unexpected... there are countless unforeseen variables in this universe. No matter what, the destruction of your fleet is already inevitable. You, the Silent King—even if I cut you down on the spot, you could revive simply by going through the motions—but without your loyal followers and the guarantors of your royal authority, you are nothing. You are just a skeleton named Szarekh."
"You are right," Szarekh admitted frankly.
It admitted it so quickly that Qin Mo found it unexpected, though perfectly reasonable.
Szarekh was not stupid. It understood everything; there