Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 227 - 229: Different Time Differences Within the Cosmos

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.

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He didn’t ask what it was – if the other party could speak of it, they would, and if not, wouldn’t bringing it up be asking for trouble?

So what if time flows differently? Nothing is impossible.

Superspace Technology was his natural enemy; only Biological Weapons could make a slight impact.

From the current assessment, the Pioneer Empire was not weak, at least in military capability they might be slightly inferior to him, considering Qin Muye’s military was a combination of Iron Blood Civilization and Magic System, while the Pioneer Empire relied more on Biological Weapons technology and Superspace Technology.

From what could be seen, Freddy definitely did not want to commit slaughter here against the Pioneers; as for Murderers, they are purely sadistic.

Unlike with extraterrestrials, they had no interest at all; not like Jason, whose Slaughter was even purer, chopping to death anyone who entered his domain, previously Crystal Lake, now the Mother Star of the Iron Blood Civilization.

And upon hearing this, Qin Muye found it strange as he didn’t think he could be mistaken; after all, the traces were too obvious.

And Qin Muye, listening through video, was utterly baffled by this statement.

After all, the universe is not short of civilizations; how much can be harvested from small civilizations? If there’s to harvest, it’s those larger civilizations.

Black Hand chatted with the Pioneer Emperor, while Qin Muye pondered something – it felt like reaping.

Black Hand had no time to dabble in these, as their Different Plane Floating City currently hovered high above the Mother Star of the Pioneer Empire; if they chose not to cooperate, then they couldn’t blame Qin Muye for being ruthless.

Black Hand didn’t continue his questioning but changed the subject instead, “Let’s not talk about this anymore. Let’s discuss Freddy. Why did you bring him across the vast distance from Earth to your Mother Star to plague yourselves?”

Harvest one crop after another.

Mecha, well, doesn’t necessarily have to be made of metal; biotechnology can also be used, and even the Stone Statue Ghost Armor can be further upgraded.

Metal has many disadvantages, so if it can be combined with pneumatic technology for improvements, there might be significant gains.

It’s a pity that the Engineer civilization was wiped out; otherwise, the rewards would have been even greater. Hopefully, Cronus will give him a pleasant surprise by then.

Power, to him, was merely a means of achieving fun. Now that the fun was gone, what was the use of power?

Meanwhile, the dark forces were also continuously deepening their understanding of the Pioneer Empire and the surrounding interstellar civilizations, although they didn’t know much.

Qin Muye had been wanting to run away for a long time.

If both parties were not lying or mistaken, then the problem must lie in the timing.

Three days? That’s nonsense. In three days, Freddy could plunge an interstellar civilization into nightmares yet fail to kill even a group of children and be counter-killed instead.

Naturally, the biological weapons are KAIJU, which translates to “open chrysanthemum beast.” Qin Muye was quite excited about this; with this technology, the development of the Demon Statue Level Mecha could proceed more smoothly.

Being cautious is very normal; he’s not foolishly bold to knowingly dive into trouble.

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.