Chapter 227: Chapter 229: Different Time Differences Within the Cosmos


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    “No, it wasn’t us who brought Freddy to our Mother Star; he was exiled here.”


    “Impossible, just a year ago, we had held negotiations.” The Pioneer Emperor flatly denied what Black Hand said.


    “It started as small-scale nightmares, but later we simply couldn’t stop them. In just three days, the entire Empire had fallen,” the Pioneer Emperor said in agony.


    “Good, we just want the technology. After we get what we want, we will leave.” Black Hand gave a promise since the other party was so cooperative; otherwise, what, should they really stay and colonize?


    “It seems you know something.” Black Hand wasn’t a fool; he naturally noticed the other party’s unusual behavior.


    ...


    “No problem, I will arrange it.” This Pioneer extraterrestrial was the ruler of the entire Empire, though Black Hand was not clear on the specific title.


    “Is your year a unified time standard?” Black Hand asked, the difference between star systems naturally leading to variations in time standards.


    “What... this...” The body of the Pioneer Emperor visibly trembled; the other seemed to be in fear.


    “The times don’t match up. The Iron Blood Civilization was eradicated a year or two ago, and the technology of the Engineer Civilization was erased even earlier. Yet, you’ve received no information at all; doesn’t that seem problematic?” Black Hand inquired.


    “Yes, I understand, this is the Creator’s doing,” the Pioneer Emperor slowly said, yet did not elucidate the specific reasons.


    “By the way, do you know what happened to the Arachnis Worm Race?” Black Hand asked.@@@@


    “Dead, all of them dead. Before the nightmares arrived, all communications with the colonial planets ceased, as if they were erased in an instant. To this day, we haven’t been able to contact our kin on the colonial planets,” the other offered a very standard response.


    “The Iron Blood Civilization was destroyed, the technological traces of the Engineer Civilization erased, and you are surrounded by nightmares. I think you know what this signifies,” Black Hand said.


    “We use the time standard of the Creator Planet as our measure, which is certainly the same,” said the Pioneer Emperor.


    “I understand. How long will it take you to gather what we require?” Black Hand also didn’t intend to continue discussing this topic, as Qin Muye was urging him on.


    “Thank you, extraterrestrial, for freeing us from the nightmares,” a strange frequency of voice transmitted, clearly weakened, obviously severely tortured.


    “So, you say you have no countermeasures at all? You are capable of interstellar colonization; why haven’t other colonial planets noticed anything wrong with you?” Black Hand questioned.


    The Arachnis Worm Race had not developed an effective technology environment; instead, they evolved to their current state, meaning they weren’t of much use other than as samples and experimental subjects.


    Like Freddy, he found no pleasure in tormenting this group of creatures that looked like upright aquatic insects in his dreams.


    However, Qin Muye didn’t think the Pioneer Emperor was lying, because there was no need for him to lie.


    So, all Earthlings are monsters, huh...


    What he wanted was very simple, to torment and slaughter humans in the dreamworld, more specifically, children.


    He didn’t insist; if it was available, great. If not, he was prepared to leave.


    He wasn’t a protagonist with deep-seated grievances, insistent on competing for everything. Now, he no longer cared about trivial gains and losses.


    Taking risks for such trivial things didn’t seem worthwhile to Qin Muye.


    The Pioneer Emperor saw through Black Hand’s intentions and knew he wanted to leave, then said, “Soon, one more hour will suffice. The technological data you need is extensive, even importing it into storage devices takes time.”


    The Pioneer Emperor seemed a bit peculiar. After some recollection, a pained expression appeared on his strange face—obviously, the memories were painful: “The Arachnis Worm Race are despicable thieves in the cosmos. We monitored their movements for a while, and it’s said that they found something. But then the nightmares arrived, and we were left in the dark.”


    In situations like this, take what you can and leave if you can’t.


    Life is the most important thing; there’s no need to put oneself in danger for a bit of gain.


    If it weren’t for the time needed to collect the technology data, he would want to leave immediately.


    Had it been a different place, Qin Muye wouldn’t feel this way, but this world is different, neither scientific nor mystical; anything could happen here.


    For this reason, he was increasingly reluctant to leave his Mage Tower.


    An extraterrestrial, similar to an aquatic insect, walked upright, with four arms and semi-transparent wings, and its swollen head resembled a fanned-out crown.


    A group of fully armed Spirit Monsters, led by Black Hand, then spoke up, “So now it’s time for you to pay. We need all the technological knowledge of the Pioneer Empire, or else what Freddy managed to do, we can do too.”


    Because of the plight of those three great interstellar civilizations, he had become cautious.


    There was an entity stirring the pot, intent on making whatever they couldn’t manage happen, he seriously suspected it was the God from Eden Garden. As to why that was being done, he wasn’t sure.


    Gathering from a society with a complete system is naturally different in efficiency from doing it yourself, especially for an advanced interstellar society.


    The more he thought about it, the deeper Qin Muye realized this world was.


    The Creator Planet was what the four major interstellar civilizations called Earth Planet.


    This was important, which is why he asked the previous question.


    With this, things became even more complex and confusing.


    This feeling was akin to experiencing the horror of an individual amplified across an entire civilization.


    As for the Arachnis Worm Race, Qin Muye had no plans of making contact anymore, guessing it would be more bad than good.