Elsewhere.
Conquest could barely see out of one eye, and he had lost an arm and now used a mechanical one. Yet he was in higher spirits than ever.
The younger generation had heard plenty of stories about Conquest, but none had seen him in action.
In Algor's time, everyone had feared Conquest. By Sparta's time, nobody cared what kind of man he was.
So although Conquest's reputation was formidable and people admired him to some degree, they no longer avoided him like the plague. Instead, they greeted him whenever they crossed paths.
He had finally made several friends. They were all little brats only a few hundred years old, but he enjoyed their company all the same.
He was no longer a lonely old man. The isolation in his heart gradually faded, and his often unstable state of mind settled.
"Hahaha! I knew you'd be home. Want to go to a colony planet for some food and drinks?"
Conquest pushed open the door. At the sight of his good friend drinking nutrient solution, his face lit up with warm delight.
The young Viltrumite Warrior immediately set down the nutrient solution. If he could eat on a colony planet, why would he drink this lousy stuff?
"Your timing's perfect. I didn't want to drink this anyway."
"I'm so jealous of you guys. The Empire used to have plenty of alien restaurants. Now all we get every day is this."
At a time like this, one had to give someone his due: Algor had possessed boundless wisdom.
Conquest nodded in agreement. There really had been plenty of alien cuisine back then.
But when the Calamity Virus broke out, Regent Thragg had killed every last alien to keep the news from leaking.
"You're absolutely right."
"But I never ate a bite of