Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

The King of Space sighed softly, a golden light flashing in his eyes. Vast, ocean-like spiritual energy extended with his gaze, instantly enveloping the surrounding starry sea.

With his negligible power, the vast and boundless sea of ​​stars revolved under his will, their trajectories changed, and one after another, the brilliant stars deflected at speeds exceeding the speed of light, rearranging their order.

Looking up, the stars and constellations shift and turn.

【SPACE KING】

The King of Space, who rules the universe, rearranges the entire cosmos with his vast and boundless power to proclaim the ultimate return of the master of the human empire.

Having accomplished all this, the King of Space stood silently in the starry sky, his consciousness immersed in the sea of ​​souls, preparing to awaken the sleeping warriors and waiting for his mad warriors to come here.

The consciousness of the King of Space stood in the space he had created, looking at the densely packed warships and the sleeping warriors. With a thought, he initiated the awakening process. These space madmen warriors would awaken within a few days, and they shouldn't cause any trouble for the time being.

The King of Space estimated that the number of days he considered to be different from those in other universes, or even the real universe, was more than enough to reach his destination.

About half a day later, a giant ship with a golden silhouette broke away from the hyperspace channel and appeared in this sea of ​​stars, quietly floating within it.

This is a glittering celestial-class warship. Compared to other warships, it is more like a mobile celestial body or star fortress.

The warships are about the size of the moon, the satellite of our home planet, and are large enough to carry billions of people and weapons capable of sweeping across the stars. Their tonnage is immeasurable.

The King of Space named this celestial-level warship "King of Space Dream".

This means that the King of Space led humanity to conquer the stars and shatter the endless dreams of the universe. In the end, he completed this journey and turned the dream into reality.

The King of Space snapped out of his reverie, looked up at the familiar warship, and was lost in a brief recollection. In those glorious years, this warship was his flagship and the epitome of firepower.

He traversed vast distances in a single step, appearing inside the Dreamship, in a magnificent, resplendent hall that spoke of endless epics and honors.

The moment the King of Space entered the warship, the ship's spirit immediately pledged its loyalty to him and welcomed his master's return in a unique way.

only…

The King of Space stared at the colorful searchlights flashing like those in a bar, and heard a deep, bass-heavy electronic sound that sounded like ghosts howling. His lips twitched, and his carefully laid plans instantly vanished.

"Damn it, how come even the warship's machine spirit has turned into this monstrosity!"

The King of Space couldn't understand why even the soul of his own machine was corrupted like this. What had those madmen done to his favorite warship?

"Turn off the lights and that damn electronic music!"

The flashing, multicolored lights returned to normal, and the electronic music disappeared. The King of Space covered his forehead and slumped onto his throne, sighing helplessly.

He suddenly realized that things seemed to be worse than he had anticipated.

As the King of Space sighed, a series of orderly footsteps echoed through the magnificent hall, rekindling a glimmer of hope in him.

"Oh, and my guards too."

"My guards are all unique, genetically modified warriors who surpass even the Mad Warriors."

"They don't have those preconceived notions, so they're normal...?"

However, when the King of Space's gaze fell upon the tall and imposing warrior before him, the scene that greeted him once again stunned him.

"My Lord!!"

"Our master who disappeared ten thousand years ago!"

"King of Space, we respect you!"

The King of Space rubbed his eyes, almost unable to believe what he was seeing, and even considered taking his eyes off to wash them.

"Something's definitely not right..."

In this hall that should have been solemn and dignified, there were now thousands of huge, ragged men.

These giants have muscles as rough as rocks, perfect body proportions, and are over three meters tall. Just standing here, they exude a strong aura of hormones.

But if that were all, the King of Space wouldn't necessarily want to take his eyes off and wash them.

The key point is that these super-sized men are all dressed in rags, wearing only a golden helmet with red tassels hanging down from the back. Their supposedly indestructible armor has disappeared, replaced by a pair of briefs, and their perfect muscles gleam under the lights.

In the entire spacious hall, there was only one warrior, dressed in golden armor with the insignia of the highest commander on his shoulder armor, standing there awkwardly and uneasy, his eyes darting around, not daring to look directly at his master.

"NO!!!"

The King of Space lost control of his expression and let out a desperate scream. The violent emotional fluctuations even caused him to instantly unleash a galaxy-level psychic storm in the Sea of ​​Souls.

"Fuck, where's your glittering, priceless armor?!"

As soon as the words were spoken, these muscular giants, dressed only in helmets and shorts, seemed to realize the King of Space's anger and replied rather sheepishly:

"I...my Lord, we received your signal just as we removed our armor and gave our brothers a perfect massage with muscle oil..."

As he spoke, a group of super-sized men wearing very little clothing instantly struck powerful bodybuilding poses, displaying their perfect muscles to their king.

"Wardfuck!"

The King of Space felt his blood pressure soaring. He tried to calm himself down, but ultimately he burst into a tirade:

"I gave you the strongest muscles in the universe, the most glittering, the hardest, the strongest, and the most expensive armor, and all you've done for the past ten thousand years is stay here, barely wearing any clothes, and applying essential oils to each other's muscles?"

The King of Space felt utterly hopeless. His eyes were bloodshot, and he gasped for breath as he looked at the commander with a terrifying, cannibalistic gaze.

The only fully armed commander was increasingly embarrassed, unsure how to face his master's question.

At that moment, a burly man with very little clothing and muscles gleaming like essential oil scratched his helmet sheepishly and chuckled.

"In fact, we usually only do this on Thursdays; the rest of the time we polish and wax the armor."

"Or perhaps we could play a bloody game together."

Upon hearing this, the King of Space's face instantly turned red with rage: "Fuck, so you really did run around naked in my spaceship for ten thousand years?"

These warriors, whom the Space King regarded as the greatest masterpiece of gene warriors, fell silent upon hearing this, turning their heads away guiltily, their gazes wandering just like their commander's.

"... "

The King of Space collapsed onto his throne, his empty eyes staring at the ceiling above him. The murals depicting warriors in golden armor fighting behind him now seemed incredibly jarring.

At this moment, the glorious and solemn warriors on the epic murals above stand in stark contrast to the burly man in the hall, who is scantily clad and radiates an oily glow.

"How could it have turned out like this?"

The King of Space was confused again. He wondered, "Didn't I add the code that would go crazy without war to the genes of my Royal Guard?"

Why are they acting so crazy? Did they catch it from those crazy warriors?

The King of Space deeply regretted that he shouldn't have ignored the Imperial Guard just because their underlying code was fine, which led to them unknowingly turning into this state.

But now it's all too late.

The King of Space sighed, forced himself to try to accept it.

Just bear with it a little longer, then we'll take them out and wear them down, giving them a glorious death.

After a long while, the King of Space looked at his guards again, his eyes filled with the grotesque sight of their muscular physiques and briefs, their postures so shamefully powerful and muscular.

The King of Space took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down: "Right now, put on your armor and cover up your eye-searing, oily muscles and briefs!!"

"Yes, my lord." As the King of Space gave the order, the group of muscular men, dressed in very little clothing, all became serious, their quirky poses transforming into solemn military postures, their ranks perfectly aligned.

However, the insufficient amount of fabric and essential oil ruined the solemn atmosphere that should have been there.

As these giants retreated and donned their armor again, the King of Space looked at the commander whose helmet was decorated with abstract cat ears, his gaze so heavy it seemed as if he wanted to devour him.

"I'll give you ten minutes to explain, kitten."

"Why the hell did my Imperial Guard turn into a bunch of big, naked bastards?!"

Upon hearing this, the commander of the Imperial Guard became even more embarrassed, his armor already drenched in sweat.

He stammered, and finally managed to squeeze out only one sentence: "I don't know, my Lord."

“After you left, we were lost and didn’t know what to do, and then one day it just turned out like this.”

The King of Space silently watched the commander of the Imperial Guard stammer, quickly reading his memories and mind, and soon came to a conclusion.

He really didn't know why.

Anyway, it just turned out like this one day.

The commander of the Imperial Guard stammered, unable to express his grievances, and finally said helplessly, "At least they are loyal."

This result silenced the King of Space. Indeed, his Imperial Guard had suddenly gone mad, just like the Space Warriors, but they remained loyal.

"My Lord?"

"My Lord?"

The King of Space regained his senses and glared at the commander of the Imperial Guard who had somehow appeared beside him and was poking his hand with the bones of an unknown animal.

Inside the palace, his royal guards had donned their gleaming golden armor once more, holding their royal spears and standing in formation, vaguely reminiscent of the overwhelming power they had displayed ten thousand years ago.

But the King of Space could clearly hear these guards complaining on the communication channel about how their armor was so tight, how their freshly applied essential oils were wasted, and how wearing the armor made them feel like no one could appreciate their muscles.

These words nearly caused the King of Space to have a stroke again, and it took him a long time to finally resign himself to his fate and speak:

"I have gathered you here to take you to another universe for an expedition of honor."

“There are countless aliens and demons there, more than enough for you to show your skills.”

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Guards perked up again and listened attentively to their master's words, their eyes gradually sharpening. As the strongest warriors under the King of Space, they naturally craved worthy opponents.

Seeing that the warriors before him regained some of their former selves upon hearing the word "war," the King of Space pondered for a moment and then figured out the correct way to utilize these Imperial Guards.

He stood up, stared solemnly at the Imperial Guards, and said in a cold voice, "Only those who obey orders without question, like you did ten thousand years ago, are qualified to join."

“A worthless person is not qualified to follow me. I will not lead him into the brutal war.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the Imperial Guards were taken aback for a moment, but then instantly resumed their disciplined and obedient demeanor, completely losing their previous abstract appearance.

For them, not being taken along for life-and-death situations is a blatant insult and accusation, signifying a lack of trust and a serious form of bullying.

Seeing the familiar aura and appearance of the Imperial Guards before him, the King of Space calmed down slightly; his Imperial Guards were finally somewhat presentable.

But before he could be happy for long...

Tens of thousands of warships had gathered around the battleship, queuing up to dock at the Dreamship's port, with a large number of space lunatics filing in one after another.

Within minutes, the first squad of Space Mad Warriors appeared before the King of Space.

They were a squad of members with different paint jobs, running towards themselves while crying and laughing, each holding a green laser weapon.

"Ok?"

The King of Space realized something was wrong and his expression changed: "A green laser weapon?!"