Kilsager and Chat Groups

Tarasin: Interesting.

El: A newbie has appeared! Does the newbie have Gundam figures!?

Chen Huijie: The King of Figurines doesn't seem to be doing anything productive.

Kilsaji: Spicy Ball!

Tina: Why is Kiraji so excited?

Renault: Kirsaëns won't know any new faces, will he?

Azure Star: Awoo awoo (eating melon seeds)

Taracin: Oh, this "ship girl" knows me?

On a massive human empire battle barge, Tarasin's mechanical eyes gleamed with a mysterious green light, surprising the powerful space necromantic overlord.

Because in his complex and sophisticated mental matrix, he could not find any information about a strange creature called Kilsager.

That's right, he defined Kil'Sage as a strange creature. Although Kil'Sage's appearance seems no different from that of an ordinary human, according to his chat group introduction, she is actually a peculiar life form known as a ship girl.

What puzzled Tarachin even more was that his avatar showed the appearance of a Space Marine. Tarachin lightly tapped the outer terracotta armor, which was just a disguise he used to blend into the group.

He had assumed that the person who could pull him into a chat group without him noticing would easily see through his disguise and wouldn't be fooled by his current Space Marine persona.

“Hmm, this kind of creature that has never been recorded before has extremely high collectible value.” Tarasin stared at a Space Marine chapter commander standing on the bridge, secretly calculating in his mind.

At the same time, he silently put away the dimensional cage he had prepared beforehand.

Just then, no one noticed that a Space Marine had quietly disappeared from the bridge; the Endless One had silently departed.

Kilsager: Ah, this...

Kirsa: I've only seen similar beings in stories.

Talazin: I am Talazin the Endless, the undead overlord of space. Now, are you more certain?

Azure Star: The newbie's armor looks really tough, kind of like Uncle Raynor's.

Chen Huijie: Only the body shape is similar, nothing else is similar.

Azure Star: Hehe.

Killer Killer: Emmm, hey, you figure king, let's talk about something.

Tarasin: What do you want to trade?

Kilsager: Can you sell me some black stones? I'll trade them for meaningful collectibles.

Tarasin: Oh?

When Tarachin heard Kirsajarn mention his collection, his curiosity was piqued.

At this moment, he was inside a Tomb-class warship belonging to a space necromancer. If anyone wondered how a necromancer overlord could possess a Tomb-class warship, Tarasin would surely answer that it was because he had automatically picked up and forgotten to turn it off.

He had just confirmed that the chat group had absolutely no psionic activity, which piqued his interest.

As space undead, they have a deep understanding of this galaxy and the warp, but Tarachin knows very little about the mysterious light screen before him.

So he decided to pick up the dimensional cage in his hand and try using it on the chat group's screen.

Surprisingly, after a flash of green light, the chat group's screen remained clearly displayed in front of Tarasin.

Faced with this result, Tarasim couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Could this be a creation of the ancient saints?"

Filled with doubt, he decided to switch bodies to another body in the same cabin and continue exploring this mysterious chat group.

When his visual module went live, the blue light screen of the chat group was like a mysterious window, floating in his field of vision.

The blue light flickered, as if it contained endless mysteries and knowledge, but it had nothing to do with the subspace.

"What is it locking onto? Data? Consciousness? Or, the soul?!" A surge of intense excitement welled up in Tarasin's heart.

The emergence of this chat group might mean they have a chance to regain their lost souls! What exciting news!

For these soulless machines, the return of their souls would be an indescribable liberation and redemption.

Taracin: Sure, but you should know that I will judge the value of the collectibles myself.

Kilsager: Of course.

Kearsarge: Sending video to a group chat, or...?

Tarachin: Oh, do you know where I am?

Kirsage: The chat group has a teleportation function, I don't really want to... um... go to your place.

Tarachin: Then I'll go over there. There are some things I need to confirm in person, don't you think?

Kilsager: Okay, but it's on a Gaia planet.

“Location teleportation.” Tarasin gently stroked the armrest of the chair, the friction of steel against steel producing a grating sound.

His deep eyes seemed to pierce through the obstruction of the spaceship, gazing into the endless universe.

As a space necromantic overlord whose activity predates even the human empire, Talazin has experienced countless battles and conspiracies, and his insight into human nature is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Therefore, he easily saw through Kirsar's distrust of him, but at the same time, he also sensed the other's desire for the Black Stone.

A power axe emitting a mysterious green light hovered silently beside Tarasin, as if ready to fight for its master at any moment, though its former master was nowhere to be found.

His gaze shifted from the porthole to the chat group screen in front of him.

It flashes with all sorts of information, all exchanges between people from different worlds.

A surge of impulse welled up within Tarachin, a desire to send a message to that old nemesis, to share his recent situation or perhaps to tease him.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

Right now, it's best for him to keep a low profile and not let others discover the existence of the chat group.

After all, this secret could bring him unexpected trouble.

Kilsager: The simplified trading area is built. Once you're ready, send a teleportation request.

Tarachin: I have a question.

Tarachin: Can other people see the chat group's screen?

Kilsager: No.

Kilsager: Psionic powers won't work either.

Tarasin: It seems you know what I'm worried about.

Without hesitation, Tarachin quickly found the teleportation function in the chat group and sent a teleportation request to Kilsaji without hesitation.

Almost instantly, a mysterious portal slowly opened in front of Tarasin.

Surprisingly, none of the instruments on the Tsukasa-class battleship responded, as if the portal did not exist in this world.

A fear he had never felt before surged through Tarasin's heart; it was a feeling that was foreign to him.

The portal was right in front of them, but no instrument could detect its existence; even the most advanced optical instruments were powerless to detect it.

He stared at the portal that seemed capable of swallowing everything, his mind filled with hesitation.

But in the end, he still resolutely stepped into it.

On the other side, Kirsager stood quietly in a hastily constructed, sturdy fortress, patiently awaiting the arrival of the space necromancer overlord.

Time passed second by second, and soon, Tarasin stepped out of a pitch-black portal.

At that moment, the gazes of a ship girl and a space necromancer simultaneously focused on each other.

Kirsa's pale purple eyes sparkled like dazzling gems, while Tarachin's mechanical eyes emitted a deep green glow, like a mysterious flame from the abyss.

Their eyes met, as if a silent duel was about to unfold.

They sized each other up, trying to read each other's intentions and thoughts from their eyes.