A Colossus rushes in at the start

Chapter 83 The Destruction of Civilization is Too Simple

Bren is on vacation.

After receiving his wages, he used the favors he had made in the past to obtain a certificate for work injury leave from the engineering fleet commander, and then embarked on a relaxed and pleasant journey home.

Once you get your salary, you naturally want to spend it; otherwise, are you going to let it sit in your hands and get moldy?

Bren first went to the merchant fleet belonging to the Nasa civilization to look for the goods he wanted to buy.

At the suggestion of the spaceship's AI, Bren contacted his child, whom he hadn't spoken to in a long time, and learned that he wanted the latest powered exoskeleton available on the market.

The mall fleet was just as bustling as when he last visited. While feeling a sense of nostalgia, Bren also felt a bit of psychological pressure in this open, multi-person environment, due to his long-term experience in a closed and independent work environment.

Strictly speaking, Bren didn't like crowded places, but he didn't mind because of his child's little wish.

The mall fleet was filled with a dazzling array of goods. In addition to Nassanites like Bren coming to shop, people from other civilizations could occasionally be seen mingling among them, selecting items.

Bren silently distanced himself from these people from other civilizations. These people had their own customs and culture, and if he unintentionally offended them without understanding them, he would undoubtedly be dragged into trouble.

Bren couldn't understand how the Nassa people, who didn't care about people from other civilizations, thought. Didn't they hate being involved in troublesome things?

Thinking this through, Bren absentmindedly bought the powered exoskeleton his child wanted.

"You have excellent taste! This is a hot seller, and this is the last one available," the salesperson said enthusiastically as he approached Bren.

Having his taste recognized undoubtedly gave him a sense of superiority. "Really? My child insists I buy this for him."

"Your child is so lucky to have a son like you. Unlike me when I was a child, my son was very frugal with me, always saying that saving was more important than anything else. In the end, we couldn't even afford a house in the city fleet," the salesperson said with great regret.

Hearing this, Bren felt even more superior, because he had bought two houses for his children in the city fleet, so his children would never have to worry about housing in the future.

The salesperson suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, this powered exoskeleton also comes with other tools. Would you like to purchase those as well?"

"Are there any accompanying tools?"

Bren hesitated for a moment; he had never heard his child say such things.

The salesperson continued, "Not only that, there are also matching spaceships, but the price-performance ratio is too low, and nobody buys them..."

As he spoke, the salesman pointed in a direction, and Bren looked in the distance. There, a whole row of small spaceships of the same model were lined up, looking very cool.

"Those are over there. If you like them, I can give them to you at half price," the salesperson said.

"Half price? Are you serious?" Bren asked in surprise.

Based on Bren’s years of experience with spaceships, these spaceships that don’t look particularly special are generally of average performance and expensive, making them very poor value for money.

However, Bren had never heard of a spaceship being sold at half price. Even if the cost-effectiveness was poor and the performance was mediocre, buying it at half price wouldn't be a big loss.

Furthermore, if the quality is truly too poor, he can contact the quality inspection department and request a refund from the merchant on the grounds that it does not meet safety standards.

"Of course, are you doubting my personal credibility? If I say half price, then it's absolutely half price," the salesperson said.

"Alright, I'll take the spaceship and all the equipment," Bren said generously.

"Thank you for your patronage. Please wait a moment while we pack your food."

As the salesperson spoke, they silently pressed a button on their clothing, and the price tags for the docked miniature spaceships doubled...

Feeling like he'd gotten a great deal, Bren happily went home with all the things he'd bought.

"Ah Zun, you're back."

Seeing his child's overwhelming joy at his return, running excitedly out of the house to greet him and snuggling into his arms, Bren felt his heart melt.

"Yes, look what I brought back for you," Bren said affectionately, pointing to the things he had bought.

"Wow! This is the latest Thunder Armor! You actually bought it!"

The child exclaimed in amazement, and upon hearing this, Bren's heart, which was still bleeding from the expense, was instantly healed, feeling it was all worthwhile.

"Yes, and these too." Bren pointed to the small spaceships the salesman was promoting, along with the accompanying tools.

The child stared blankly for a moment, then asked curiously, "...What are these?"

Bren's expression froze for a moment: "Huh? Aren't these the accessories for your Thunder Armor?"

"These repair tools have nothing to do with the Thunder Armor..." the child asked, puzzled.

At this moment, even if Bren was slow to realize, he knew that the salesman from the mall fleet was ripping him off, and a surge of anger rose within him.

Just as he was about to contact the quality control department, the child suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, I get it! Ah Zun, you were worried that the Thunder Armor would break down in the future, so you specially bought these repair tools, right?"

"Uh...yes, that's it. I'm worried the Thunder Armor might break," Bren replied somewhat awkwardly.

He can't very well admit to his child that he was scammed into buying these things, can he?

"What about that small spaceship?" the child asked again.

Bren said seriously, "You can pilot the Thunder Mech and then drive it around, or you can just drive it anywhere. Isn't that convenient?"

After a simple thought, the child became very excited: "Ah Zun, I used to think you were old and old-fashioned, but now I have a different opinion of you!"

"...If you say that about Ah Zun, then I'll have to confiscate these."

"No!"

A heartwarming scene of family joy: a young child cuddles and acts spoiled towards an elder who has been away from home for a long time, while the elder enjoys the child's affection.

Unfortunately, they didn't realize that this was the last time.

……

Lu Shang recovered from the time deceleration. From his perspective, only a blink of an eye had passed. In that blink of an eye, the outside world seemed to have been accelerated, moving at a speed that was so fast that Lu Shang's eyes couldn't keep up.

"What time is it now?" Lu Shang asked the creatures on his planet.

"The tenth year has passed, and only the first second has elapsed."

Lu Shang nodded, then asked, "Have the arrangements for the Great Purge been finalized?"

"Everything is arranged and we're all waiting for your instructions," the planetary creature replied.

Lu Shang connected to the swarm network and addressed the entire swarm: "I now announce that the great purge of all civilizations in the captured galaxy shall begin now."

Within the microcosm, countless lurking planetary beings began to utilize their immense spiritual energy at this moment.

Although the native civilizations in the river system spent ten years building their defenses, and some of their technologies were not yet mastered by the Babel bees, this did not mean they were particularly difficult to kill.

War is simply people killing each other; the dead are called losers, and the living are called victors.

No fancy skills are needed to escape the psionic range of the swarm. The psionic energy can easily crush these creatures by passing through the material layer. Even thick armor cannot provide the slightest defense.

All the individual civilizations in the entire galaxy were thus molded into lumps of flesh by the immense psionic energy.

The civilization of the Mesa Galaxy was thus swept into the dustbin of cosmic history.

(End of this chapter)