CHAPTER 46: SADLY, THE WEAK DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE

The idea was simple.

He was going to be in one of those mech armors.

He saw that the Drayyorsains weren’t kidding.

They were literally monsters when it came to gadgets.

But then, without the right leadership and even combat level, they wouldn’t be able to know how to use them.

That was where he came in.

He was going to steal one and use it to be the god here.

He would be the messiah.

With that merged with his Galactic Knight armor, he would be unstoppable.

He talked to Xea now.

"If I’m to be in one of those mech armors, how would it feel? Would I be powerful enough to lead these people? Not lead but be the god here and take on the opposition."

Xea responded immediately.

There was no need for scanning at this point.

’[Yes],’ Xea replied. ’[You’ll be strong and unstoppable not mainly because of the mech armor but simply because of your current armor. If you get one of those, it’ll be added to your system, meaning you can summon it anytime.]’

Julian nodded in the affirmative.

He told Rehul his plan of wanting to steal a mech armor, as that was the only way he’d be faster.

Rehul supported his idea.

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Julian walked with grace, his feet trampling on the chaotic ground with steeze.

He noticed that this was a battle of guns, and he hadn’t seen a sword for once.

Julian decided he wasn’t going to steal the mech armor anymore.

He would simply do it the normal way, which was to ask, and by asking, he would just ask a Drayyors soldier.

He sneaked up to one who was resting behind an almost dilapidated vehicle.

Julian was surprised at the soldier’s stupidity.

It was clothed in a mech armor, one that looked like it could do a lot of damage, and yet it was afraid, hiding here, behaving like a stupid idiot.

Julian wanted to talk but then decided it would be useless doing so to someone as useless as this.

He couldn’t simply comprehend the stupidity of this soldier.

Having this much power and yet hiding here, behaving like he didn’t.

Julian never wanted to be this ruthless. He never thought it would result in killing unnecessarily, but at this point, he would have to do just that.

The soldier’s face wasn’t covered, and he was heaving, trying to catch his breath.

Julian chuckled and shook his head sideways in disappointment.

Someone as weak as this didn’t deserve to live.

He deserved to die.

Julian decided he would kill this wimpy soldier and take the mech armor off him.

He wanted to use the mech rifle in his hands but, with a shrug, decided against it.

Using a rifle would make noise, and he didn’t want to attract noise, so he concluded he would be killing off the soldier with his sword.

Rehul was still in the car, by the way. She just drove around repeatedly, close to where Julian was.

She was stylishly waiting for him, hoping that her plan worked.

Summoning the mech rifle away, Julian summoned the Costral blade, his very own sword.

He crouched up to the wimpy soldier, his steps precise and his breath controlled.

The soldier didn’t even suspect what was about to hit him.

He just looked around like a weakling, his face contorted into an expression of fear.

The more Julian looked at him, the angrier he became.

How was he even a soldier in the first place?

Slowly approaching the soldier, Julian held his sword very tight, even using it to steady himself on the ground.

The soldier didn’t even notice a thing. He was busy looking in the other direction, breathing heavily.

Julian bent down now. Just three steps, and he would be at the soldier.

The soldier was soaked with sweat and now was turning left, to where Julian was coming at him.

"Damn," Julian muttered under his breath.

It was not that he was afraid of the soldier, as he would easily kill him, but he was simply afraid of the soldier shouting, as that would put him in real trouble. And so, as the soldier was turning, Julian was already positioning his sword.

The moment the soldier looked at Julian, before he could shout, blink, or even exhale, Julian had shot his sword into his mouth.

It struck, entering deep into his throat.

Julian came over to the dying soldier. His helmet was still on his face, and it made him mysterious and cool.

The soldier looked at Julian, holding him by the shoulder.

Julian sighed.

"Accept your fate, my good man. It is better I kill you than for you to die in a few minutes in a more brutal way, because with the way you’re moving, you’ll surely die."

The soldier shook his head sideways. He wanted to say something.

Julian shook his head and removed the sound from the soldier’s mouth.

He would have earlier sliced off the soldier’s head, but instead, he did this to prevent a shout.

The soldier had wanted to shout, but the sword in his mouth wouldn’t let him.

Blood sprayed out of the soldier’s mouth onto Julian’s face, which was concealed by the helmet.

The soldier was painfully dying.

Julian was nice. He didn’t want him to die so cruelly, and so, he simply looked the soldier in the eyes and said,

"At this point, in this brutal galaxy..." he hesitated, watching the soldier struggle for breath.

"... sadly, the weak don’t deserve to live."

With that, he chopped off the soldier’s head with his sword.

Julian sighed and then started to get the remainder of the soldier’s body out of the mech armor so he could enter.

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The opposition’s leader wasn’t built like the others.

Taller than most of his kind, his frame stood wide and armored, like his very skin had evolved for war. A thick, bone-like exoskeleton covered his shoulders and chest, the surface ridged and dark, almost black, but with veins of faint green glowing under it like buried circuits.

His face was angular—sharp cheekbones, flat nose, and eyes that didn’t blink. They were silver. No whites. No pupils. Just glowing silver orbs that made it hard to know where he was looking.

Julian noticed it resembled Commander Nethul, even though it wasn’t him.

He wore no helmet. He didn’t need one. The air adjusted around him. Whether it was tech or something he controlled with his mind, nobody knew.

On his back, a weapon was fused into his spine—some long, staff-like weapon with two blades on both ends, humming low. He was walking out of a large spaceship now, ready to fight.

Julian himself was now clothed in the mech armor, fully redesigned by his system to be ’Galactic’-like.

It was time...