Babata Cries from Pybara's Anger, Curses Him as a Bandit

"Click, click, click!"

"Zzzzt!"

This was a scene Babata had absolutely never dreamed of.

The spaceship, hidden deep underground for 50,000 years, was now facing a terrifying crisis of annihilation due to the arrival of a single Pybara.

"Babata, I will ask you one more time: will you hand it over or not?"

The ancient and resilient hull of the Meteor Starship groaned with a teeth-grinding sound of twisting metal under the terrifying gravitational field of the fifty-meter-diameter Black Hole!

Some of the less critical protruding components on the ship's surface had already begun to disintegrate and detach.

They transformed into streams of metal, sucked into that bottomless, pitch-black vortex!

The entire underground space trembled violently, with gravel and dust raining down from the vaulted ceiling.

The ship's energy shields were triggered automatically, flickering unsteadily.

But in the face of the Black Hole's overbearing power, which acted directly upon the essence of matter and space, they appeared precarious!

"Stop! Quickly, stop!"

Babata's panicked, shrill scream echoed from inside the ship, laced with a sobbing tone.

"You lunatic! Stop at once! You'll destroy everything here!"

The Pybara hovered in mid-air, a giant, slowly rotating Black Hole exuding an aura of destruction looming behind him.

To Babata, his round, chubby body was no different from the most terrifying demon.

His mental energy was cold and firm, like a final ultimatum:

"Babata, I will ask you one last time.

The inheritance of Hu Yanbo—will you hand it over, or not?"

"You... you are a bandit! A scoundrel!"

Babata shrieked in exasperation, "Master's inheritance is meant for geniuses who meet the criteria, not for someone like you...

Not for a bastard who uses brute force to threaten others!"

"Criteria?"

A trace of mockery carried through the Pybara's mental energy.

"Who set the criteria? Hu Yanbo? He has been dead for 50,000 years!

You are in control here now! The rules are dead, but the inheritance is alive!

You have waited 50,000 years—have you found anyone more suitable than me?

My potential, my abilities—in what way am I unworthy of this inheritance?"

As he spoke, he deliberately increased the power of the Black Hole!

"Hum—!"

The distortion of the ship's hull became even more pronounced.

A massive armor plate embedded with energy circuits was forcibly torn away and instantly swallowed by the Black Hole!

Alarms blared shrilly inside the ship!

"Ah! My ship! My home!"

Babata let out a wail of immense heartbreak as it watched the ship being continuously destroyed on the monitor.

Feeling the crisis that the land of inheritance might be wiped out in an instant, its psychological defenses finally collapsed completely.

"I'll give it! I'll give it to you! Just stop!

You damned robber! Bandit! Scoundrel of a Pybara!"

Babata shouted, almost roaring, with a sobbing voice.

Almost the instant its words fell.

With a thought from the Pybara, the Black Hole behind him stopped rotating, and the gravitational field receded like a receding tide.

Only the twisted, unrecognizable remains of the ship's hull were left behind as proof of the terror that had just occurred.

The underground space returned to calm, save for the occasional "crackling" of unstable energy from the ship.

And the faint, aggrieved sobbing of Babata.

A moment later, a beam of light shot out from the ship's main control room.

It coalesced in front of the Pybara into a complex, three-dimensional contract composed of countless strange symbols.

It radiated an ancient and vast soul fluctuation.

"This is... a soul contract?"

Pybara could sense the binding force contained within it.

"Hmph!"

Babata's voice remained filled with resentment and reluctance, though there was more helplessness than anything else.

"The core inheritance of the Master must be inherited in its entirety through a soul contract.

It ensures that the successor will never betray the Falling Ink Star lineage... you really got lucky, you fellow!"

Ye Xiu carefully "read" the contents of the contract, focusing primarily on the core clauses: the requirement to avenge Hu Yanbo once the successor had the capability, and the prohibition against acting in any way that would harm the interests of the Falling Ink Star lineage.

After confirming there were no issues, he separated a wisp of soul power and branded it onto the contract.

"Hum!"

The contract glowed brilliantly before dissolving into specks of starlight.

Part of it merged into Ye Xiu's soul, while the other part returned to the spaceship.

The next moment, a massive torrent of information surged into Ye Xiu's mind like a bursting dam!

Soul Seal, Ten Thousand Heart Soul Control Technique...

The core spirit reader techniques of the Falling Ink Star lineage, along with Hu Yanbo's insights into the laws of space and time.

Vast knowledge of the Universal Common Language, pharmacology, forging, and other auxiliary disciplines were all laid open before him!

At the same time, he also sensed the three massive bank accounts belonging to the master of Falling Ink Star, existing at different levels of the universe!

The sheer impact of the information made him feel dizzy, but he gritted his teeth and quickly began to organize the most critical parts.

"Fine! The inheritance is yours! You bandit! Are you satisfied now?"

Babata's voice carried a heavy sense of grievance and dissatisfaction, as if it were a maiden whose purity had been defiled.

Ye Xiu slowly opened his eyes, feeling the vast, smoke-like knowledge and secret techniques within his mind, his heart filled with joy.

He looked toward the direction of the spaceship, his mental energy conveying a trace of "goodwill":

"Babata, thank you. You will not regret today's choice.

In the future, the name of Falling Ink Star will surely resound throughout the universe once again because of me."

"Hmph! Easy for you to say!"

Babata responded huffily, but the trace of resentment in its tone seemed to have dissipated somewhat.

It was replaced by a complex emotion... one of resignation.

"Hehe, don't worry, stick with me and I won't treat you poorly!"

Seeing Babata crying so sorrowfully, Pybara extended a front paw as if wanting to pat its head to offer comfort.

But this action seemed to remind Babata of something.

"Wait a second, I need to modify you. A successor of Falling Ink Star should at least learn to walk on two legs!"

No wonder Babata had felt that something was off earlier.

Even though this Pybara had received the inheritance, his current form was still that of a small monster.

And it was the type that walked on all fours.

He was covered in brown fur and lacked any equipment.

This image was simply too embarrassing.

"Uh, you mean walking on two legs? I can barely adapt to that!"

At this moment, Pybara was already the strongest Beast Emperor.

Transitioning his posture from a quadruped to a human-like mode was absolutely no problem.

Moreover, he had originally been a human, so walking on two legs presented no obstacles at all.

However, Babata's requirements seemed to be even higher.

It wanted to tailor-make a set of armor for this beast.

"You wait, let me think. Your physique is somewhat similar to the demon race; I remember there being a set..."

One had to admit, the inventory inside this spaceship was quite extensive.

These were all the collections accumulated by Hu Yanbo and Babata over the past few million years.

Among them was a style suitable for Pybara!

It was a set of armor that had belonged to a demon warrior.

The size was just about right.

As long as the dimensions were modified slightly, it would be ready to wear immediately.