The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

Chapter 103 The Struggle for Regent

Just as Li Zhen was pondering, a swift figure shot out from the boundless darkness of the deep universe.

The figure's target was very clear: it headed straight for the transport ship's energy storage area. A single collision triggered a massive explosion on the transport ship where Li Zhen was located.

The other fourteen young Witrum warriors, who were sleeping in the cryogenic chamber and whom Li Zhen hadn't killed because she found it troublesome, died unconscious in the explosion.

As he watched the transport ship explode into a fireball in the silent vacuum, his figure stopped flying and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Treig's tribal mark, thus eliminating another batch of Treig's men."

After hovering quietly in the vacuum for a while, the smile on the man's lips gradually disappeared, and he felt something was strange.

The explosion just now might have wiped out those young kids who had just come of age, but the accompanying instructors shouldn't have died from an explosion of that magnitude.

"From the moment they complete their coming-of-age ceremony, even the youngest Vixing people will be regarded as the vital force of the tribe and included in the scope of war where they can be attacked by other tribes."

"Did the instructor also go into the cryogenic chamber? He wasn't even on guard against the sneak attack, showing absolutely no vigilance. Does Treig have such incompetent subordinates?"

Finding no signs of survival, the man turned around and prepared to return to his spaceship, which was hidden on a nearby asteroid.

His mission was urgent; his inside man had provided his tribe with a lot of assessment targets and travel routes for the recent batches of Viking warriors who were about to complete their coming-of-age rites.

He only needs to lie in ambush along different essential routes, waiting for the young Vikings to complete their assessments and embark on their return journey, and he can easily kill off the fresh blood of the Trig tribe.

Even if one or two super geniuses or even stronger instructors survived the explosion, they would be severely injured.

If the injuries are severe, he wouldn't mind going forward and killing the other person completely.

If his injuries are minor, he doesn't need to fight the survivors; he can simply hide, retreat secretly, and let them fend for themselves.

Without a spaceship to help determine the course, even if one's physical strength after being injured is still sufficient to enter faster-than-light jump, it is nothing more than gambling on luck in the boundless universe.

The fact that the Witrum people can go without breathing and eating for a period of time does not mean that they will never need to breathe and eat.

In the universe, planets with the conditions for the birth of life are, in essence, an extremely rare probability.

Not to mention the severely injured aliens who, after entering a desperate leap, might occasionally encounter a planet, but 99.9% of the time it would be a barren planet where they couldn't find any food to replenish their strength.

Without the ability to locate oneself, aimlessly leaping faster than light is nothing more than waiting for death in boundless loneliness and solitude.

At that point, so-called strength and longevity will become the ultimate torment.

Those Witrumians who lost their spaceships often had to keep jumping faster than light in space until they were completely exhausted, and then, supported by their powerful superpowers, they would struggle for a year or two before dying.

If we were lucky back then, finding a planet with life might no longer be a pipe dream.

Instead, they were able to find one or two cosmic objects that could kill the Witrum before loneliness, darkness, and hunger drove them mad.

For example, black holes.

Committing suicide as soon as possible is actually a relief.

But when the assassin confirmed there were no survivors, he turned back to the asteroid hundreds of millions of kilometers away and just found his hidden solo spaceship.

A hand quietly landed on his shoulder.

Li Zhen's soft sigh echoed behind him.

"Which tribe are you from? How dare you use such dirty tactics?"

The man turned around in shock, but before he could even see Li Zhen's face clearly, his heart was pierced by a chop to the heart.

After easily eliminating the assassin sent by some unknown tribe and seizing his small, single-person spaceship, Li Zhen's expression showed a rare hint of melancholy.

He could also understand the other person's line of thinking.

The tribes agreed that, before the regent was elected, they should not harm the underage and still-developing Vixing people in their wars.

Those who have passed the coming-of-age ceremony are not included in this category.

Therefore, some "clever" tribes would send assassins at the exact time of the coming-of-age ceremony to kill off potential future warriors from other tribes.

Of course, such things that operate on the fringes of the rules are not exactly aboveboard, so the assassin's single-person spaceship did not have the corresponding tribal markings engraved on it, unlike the transport ship that Li Zhen and the others were on.

"It seems not all Witrum people are as rigid as Treyger; some of them can also use tactics."

"I was worried that I would be used as expendable material on the battlefield, or that I would die from a natural disaster virus after surviving the civil war."

"If I hadn't chosen to run away on Luo Xing, in the original established history, my so-called genius, Witrum, would have been nothing more than an unknown nobody who died at the hands of other, even more filthy, tribal assassins after completing his coming-of-age test."

Regardless of whether she is reborn or not, whether she is Jeongte or Lee Jeong, she was never going to live to the timeline where the Invincible Young Hero story begins.

If it weren't for his reborn consciousness, if it weren't for his exceptional luck in being assigned to Luo Star, a vast and sparsely populated planet with an incredibly long assessment period—long enough for him to carry out his escape plan—he would have been completely different.

He didn't even have the luck to become one of the corpses filling the rings around Vitrum after the Cataclysmic Virus.

They would either be blown up without realizing it, or be seriously injured and wander desperately in the dark universe with the other instructors.

They fought and ate each other until they were exhausted, until they were starving, until they were fighting and eating each other with their instructors who were also unlikely to die in the explosion.

Finally, it became a dried corpse drifting in the dark vacuum.

Having figured out the key point, Li Zhen clenched his fists, lowered his head, and hid his face in shadow. For the first time, an indescribable anger lingered in his heart.

Li Zhen activated the single-person spaceship and set the destination to Vitrum once again.

"Civil war, it's all the damn civil war!"

Li Zhen had never had such an urgent thought before.

If his primary motivation before was revenge against the Trig tribe, who had inflicted fourteen years of hellish suffering upon him...

So now, the reason why Li Zhen wants to seize power from Cui Ge and become regent is his inner dissatisfaction and contempt for the entire Witrum culture, as well as that inexplicable anger.

The single-person spaceship started up, its nozzles spewing out eerie blue flames. Amidst ripples in the space, the assassin ship, designed to facilitate the killing of tribal transport ships on multiple routes, rushed toward the coordinates of Witrum at a warp speed dozens of times faster than normal.

Before Li Zhen had much time to think, a planet that made her breath catch in her throat appeared in the spaceship's projection.

The advanced level of development resulting from the plundering of technology from hundreds of civilized planets has covered the surface of this planet, which was originally similar to Earth in terms of greenery, with a layer of silvery light from man-made structures.

Beyond the planet Witrum, in the orbit around it, tens of thousands of Witrum warships are neatly arranged in square formations.

The groups consisted of approximately several thousand square formations, with extremely large distances between them. After splitting into different tribal forces, the original imperial power vanished. Each tribe divided up the largest number of warships they could control, and they confronted each other in space.

The largest of these tribes belonged to the Cui Ge clan, from which Li Zhen was born.

The red and white markings were branded on the five thousand square formations of warships, making them the largest force among all the tribes vying for the position of regent.

Li Zhen's solo spaceship bore no tribal markings. As soon as it appeared within the territory of the Tribe, it naturally aroused the vigilance of the nearest warships, with thousands of gravity weapon locators aimed at it.

However, before she could issue a warning, Li Zhen tore apart the single-person spaceship she was riding in with her bare hands.

Standing out into the vacuum of space, Li Zhen stretched out a hand towards the five thousand warships under Cui Ge's command, her five fingers spread, and then slowly curled her thumb back.

"Bring Trigger to see me, or in five seconds, he'll lose all five thousand phalanxes."