Trazyn the Infinite, an overlord of a Necrontyr dynasty, was also the ultimate miniature hobbyist and collector. What he loved most in his daily life was seeing what might be worth adding to his collection.
He would then capture it with a stasis field or a Tesseract Labyrinth and place it in his private museum. Basically, if any notable hardcase in the galaxy went missing, Trazyn was the first place you should look.
But what Lin Fan was thinking about now was not Trazyn's collection. Standing before him was a living, breathing overlord—and one who had not slept himself stupid during the Great Sleep.
He only wanted to ask about the Subjective One. If possible, it would be even better to learn about the deeds of the first Subjective One.
"What kind of setting do you prefer for a conversation? From what I know of humans, a pleasant environment can help both parties lower their guard and open their hearts." Trazyn paced gracefully and steadily. Those beings who had been nobles in the distant past had turned elegance and etiquette into instinct.
Even after sacrificing their souls, after every one of them had become soulless skeletons with nothing but lifeless code beneath their mechanical metal shells, these overlords had never forgotten the glory of old.
With a casual gesture, Trazyn formed two lavish chairs of light, complete with red velvet and cushions, then indicated for Lin Fan to sit.
"If possible, I'd rather go to your museum and have a proper chat there."
"The museum? I have to say, in merely these few days of knowing each other, you've already given me more than enough surprises." Trazyn seemed delighted. He snapped his fingers, and the surroundings rapidly changed.
The disorderly lower levels of a hive city, littered with ruins, became