Super Mothership
“Boom!”
A dark figure plummeted from the sky and slammed hard into the ground, sending metal fragments flying everywhere!
“Cough! Cough… This… this is impossible!”
Morsy, lying at the bottom of a crater, coughed up blood. He struggled to lift his head and stared at Spartacus, who was still floating in mid-air, his eyes filled with disbelief.
At this moment, not only was Morsy’s right arm twisted at an unnatural angle, but the armor covering his body was shattered and mangled, leaving him covered in wounds.
A particularly terrifying, charred energy slash had nearly cut him in half at the waist, exposing his internal organs. He had completely lost the ability to stand.
“Huff… huff…”
Spartacus slowly descended, gasping for breath as he landed on one knee. His body was also riddled with injuries—aside from lacking a fatal wound, he was in no better shape than Morsy.
His expression, too, was extremely complicated.
Should he be delighted? But the feeling of his body moving without his control sent chills down his spine.
Should he be afraid? Yet the thrill welling from deep within his heart was undeniable.
He now had no doubt at all—he had indeed encountered some inexplicable supernatural phenomenon. The mysterious being who claimed he would form a contract with him had truly fulfilled his promise.
However, the price for this power…
As expected, it was paid with his own body, perhaps even his soul…
Thinking back to those several moments when he moved against his will, Spartacus could only conclude that his soul had indeed been taken over by a demon…
In truth, the mechanical parasite that had just completed the “possession” had no time for delicate micro-control, nor had it finished analyzing the neural system of the Lion-folk.
But thanks to its rich experience in “enhancing” humanoid lifeforms, temporarily converting Spartacus into a pseudo “Wolverine,” strengthening the musculoskeletal structure of his limbs, and installing a simplified driving mechanism inside his body—such things were easy enough.
Nie Yun had done exactly this to boost Spartacus’s combat abilities and allow for remote “character control”!
“I… what did I just see? That low-rank warrior actually won?”
“Must be… luck, right? He obviously looked weaker…”
“This guy seemed to have beast-like instincts. He dodged several killing blows by mere millimeters. If not for that, he’d be the one lying down right now.”
“To jump from a low-rank warrior to high-rank in one go… what a lucky bastard.”
“……”
Amid the shocked murmurs from below, Spartacus dragged his battered body toward Morsy, raising the energy weapon attached to his arm and aiming it at him.
“It’s over, Morsy.” Spartacus said coldly as he stared down at him.
Even though he felt some complicated guilt toward the man, an enemy was still an enemy. Mercy toward an enemy was cruelty to oneself—this was the kind of thinking carved into them by brutal war and endless trials.
“Heh…”
Morsy let out a bitter laugh.
Regardless of how his opponent had defeated him, defeat meant death. This was a truth all Lion-folk warriors were long accustomed to.
To reach the Bronze rank, every one of them had clawed their way up from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Years of savage battle had long numbed them to life and death.
Not only the lives of enemies and comrades, but their own lives as well…
“Tell me—where is Sulla? What have you done to her?!”
Hearing Spartacus’s question, Morsy’s expression turned strange. The corner of his mouth curled upward slightly.
Seeing that eerie smile, Spartacus’s heart sank instantly.
Don’t tell me…
“You bastard!!” Spartacus roared.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger and finish Morsy off, a familiar voice suddenly rang out.
“Spartacus!”
Spartacus’s whole body jolted. He turned sharply toward the source of the voice—and the next moment, he saw the person who had occupied his thoughts nonstop…
It was a tall Lion-folk woman, wearing a form-fitting attendant officer’s uniform. By the aesthetic standards of the Lion-folk, she was undoubtedly a beauty.
“Sulla!”
A brief spark of joy flashed in Spartacus’s eyes. “You… you’re okay?”
He had feared that once Sulla fell into Morsy’s hands, she might suffer humiliation or brutality. But from the looks of her—no signs of abuse, not even a single bruise—Spartacus was both surprised and relieved.
“I’m fine. In fact… aside from restricting my freedom, they didn’t do anything to me.”
Sulla glanced briefly at the gravely injured Morsy, her expression complex.
“What?!”
Spartacus turned his head sharply toward Morsy, unable to believe what he heard.
“Hmph! Even if I wanted revenge, I wouldn’t lay a hand on a woman unrelated to the fight!”
Morsy snorted coldly, his tone carrying the pride of a warrior.
Spartacus froze.
So that was it!
Even as a high-rank Bronze warrior, Morsy could not directly kill another Bronze warrior.
So he took Sulla away and created the illusion that she had been abused, all just to provoke hatred, forcing Spartacus to attack him first…
From start to finish, he had never intended to harm Sulla at all…
Spartacus’s expression as he looked at Morsy became incredibly complicated.
“Hmph! Don’t look at me with that disgusting expression. Since you defeated me fair and square, then take my head like a warrior!
I, Morsy, do not need anyone’s pity—especially yours!” Morsy snapped.
Fair and square, huh…
Spartacus’s face warmed; for some reason he felt a little guilty.
“Lord Spartacus, please… for the fact that we never meant to harm Miss Sulla, spare our lord’s life!”
A few of the men beside Sulla suddenly knelt down and pleaded.
These were Morsy’s attendants—clearly, when the situation turned bad, they hurried to release Sulla.
“You idiots! Who told you to do something unnecessary! Cough, cough!”
Morsy roared, but the shouting tugged at his wounds, sending him into a fit of coughing.
“Spartacus.”
Sulla gazed at her wounded beloved. She said nothing unnecessary—only waited patiently for his decision, her eyes full of tenderness.
Clearly, regardless of the circumstances, this round of “the hero saves the beauty” had completely won over her heart.
Spartacus hesitated for a moment, then the tension on his face slowly eased. In the end, he lowered his arm…
Letting an enemy go was indeed dangerous. He did not ignore that.
But the other side had never intended to harm Sulla, and that was a debt he had to acknowledge. Whatever resentment he had toward Morsy had already vanished.
Besides—victory earned through what was essentially cheating… He could accept it for Sulla’s sake.
But the honor of a warrior would not allow Spartacus to kill a defeated opponent and feel at ease!
And Morsy… there was no doubt he was a worthy opponent deserving respect.
“Cough! Damn you, bastard! You’ll regret what you’ve done today!”
Morsy shouted angrily.
“You think letting me go will make me grateful? That it’ll wipe our rivalry clean? Wrong! I’ll come after you even more relentlessly. Between us… only one can live!”
“Do as you wish. I’ll wait for your revenge—and then defeat you again, fair and square!” Spartacus replied seriously.
“Spartacus, let me remind you—the rules of the War God Duel state that the only way to win is to kill your opponent. If you refuse to kill Morsy, you will forfeit the honor and position of a high-rank Bronze warrior!”
At that moment, the Centurion finally spoke.
“Centurion, I willingly give up this opportunity.”
Spartacus said without a hint of hesitation.
“Hm… interesting! Hahaha…”
The Centurion showed no displeasure at having come all this way for nothing. Instead, he patted Spartacus’s shoulder appreciatively before leaving.
“Hey! That kid actually gave up becoming a high-rank warrior on the spot? He must be crazy!”
“I kinda like him. Hey! Want to join our squad? I guarantee you’ll reach mid-rank within half a year!”
“A once-in-a-lifetime chance, thrown away just like that… stupid! But… I’m starting to like this kid, hahaha!”
“Good! That’s how a warrior of the Lion-folk should be!”
“……”
From below, a wave of rough cheers erupted. Clearly, Spartacus’s choice had earned the respect of these warriors.
…
“Tsk! I didn’t expect such a plot twist. This interactive drama is surprisingly deep…”
Watching the screen where a group of low-pixel characters surrounded the male and female leads, cheering and applauding, Catherine couldn’t help clicking her tongue in admiration.
Judging by her engrossed expression, she had completely forgotten why she came here in the first place…
“Hmm… This doesn’t feel like a tragedy at all. It actually feels pretty positive!” Catherine laughed.
“Uh… yeah, that’s pretty unexpected…”
Nie Yun was speechless.
He originally thought it was going to be a tragic protagonist story—but in the end… it was actually a youthful, hot-blooded inspirational drama?!
Can I just say… the director must’ve slipped…
TL Note- God's plan....Wish me luck for my exams...
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