At a location roughly a hundred million kilometers from Base 9.
A spaceship gradually slowed, landing on a meteorite roughly three or four kilometers in diameter.
"This should do."
Inside the cabin, Nihemo contacted the person he wanted to reach.
A woman with purple hair and purple eyes, Weiya, appeared on the screen.
Nihemo was the youngest Light Lord, while Weiya was the second youngest.
Compared with those old fossils who had lived for countless years, Nihemo and Weiya clearly had a better relationship. They appeared to be of different sexes, but in fact, as special lifeforms, Light Lords' true bodies had no sex. They simply tended to model their true bodies' appearances after the sex of their avatars.
"Nihemo, you went to Base 9. What happened there?"
The moment the connection went through, before Nihemo could speak, Weiya spoke first.
"Base 9 was attacked by the Real Person Society," Nihemo answered truthfully.
"Those scum! Were they trying to attack you? Are you all right? Wait, that's your true body. Didn't you say you were sending your avatar?" Weiya's brows drew together slightly.
"Something came up, so my true body came over too," Nihemo briefly explained.
"How could you do that?" Weiya's voice rose. "With your true body and avatar together, doesn't that mean you brought your origin core too?
"Don't you know how dangerous that is?"
"I know."
"Then why did you do it?"
Weiya was reproaching him, but Nihemo could hear the concern of a fellow member of his kind.
As special lifeforms, their true bodies could not reproduce, so they had no concept of family.
Those closest to them were undoubtedly other special lifeforms of the same kind.
And it was precisely that concern that brought the hurt welling up inside Nihemo.
"Weiya, I was deceived. Someone