Galaxy's First Ruler

Chapter 191: A new Life

Gary was a large man.

Larger than most of the Dreamers who claimed to be descendants of giants.

With a towering height of 8 to 9 ft, Gary walked out of the Swordfish. His hairs were curly black and reached to his shoulders. His face was beardless and his eyebrows were thick. And his black pupils had a hint of blue and red at their round edges, a trait of giant descendants.

Not one Dreamer, craning their neck up to look at him, could have believed that such a Dreamer had begged for his life just a few hours before.

Thump!

As Gary jumped out of the spaceship, his shadow flickered, but it soon stabilized itself. From afar, Robert came running towards him.

"Gary, mate, you are alive. Hah! Everyone thought you were done for when we lost contact with your spaceship."

From the way Robert and Gary hugged each other, it didn't seem that their relationship was just limited to a Vice-leader and a leader of a trafficking gang.

Sigh!

Gary sighed and briefly told Robert about the events that had happened to him and his crew.

"Fuck the two Viscounts that had shown up along with two Barons for that Dungeon. I barely killed those four Dreamers, but all my crew got annihilated by them. Who knew the Great Father had blessed me and I found this masterpiece among the Items in one viscount's Inventory."

Robert furrowed his brows as Gary mentioned that a group of two Viscounts and two Barons had come for their Random-Allocation. It wasn't like this had never happened, but it was extremely rare. But there was no reason for Gary to lie about something like that.

"Mate, by masterpiece did you mean this ugly piece of fucking shit?"

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Gary licked his lips and looked above the spaceship as if there were words written in the air at the top of the Swordfish.

"Robert, I just came ripping the space's ass apart using this spaceship. No one even noticed me. And look at its nose, it's so beautiful."

Robert's eyes became wide as Gary mentioned the ripping of space.

"Gary, I thought you just blasted through the Mana field. You know how it's of extremely bad quality because we can't afford a better one."

Mana fields weren't a luxury item. No, even saying they were precious and pricey would be like cursing them. Mana fields were like a privilege, and only ancient Houses having an Earl or Marquess could afford an above-average quality. To have a bad quality Mana field in their hands already told of many things about the Red-Jackets.

"Don't waste time, Robert. Tell me the coordinates of the meeting place immediately."

Robert scratched his bald head and muttered.

"Coordinates of meeting place"

But then his jaw dropped, and a shiver ran down his spine. With his quivering hands, he held Gary's hands and looked up into his eyes.

"Oh Mate! You still have the package?"

Gary squinted his eyes and seemed offended by the question. He jerked his hands away from Robert and asked.

"Of course! What kind of question is that? Don't you know me? It's in the spaceship."

Robert didn't mind Gary's outrage and his eyes became watery.

"You don't know, Gary. You have just saved all of our lives. There is no need for further coordinates. As you didn't reach the location on time, the other party had already come here. And And they have a Count among them."

"Oh! So all of them here? You sure there isn't anyone missing?"

Gary put a hand on Robert's shoulder and whispered. But Robert was too indulged in the emotions to notice the placement of the strange question.

"Ah! Yes, yes. And let me tell you, Gary, they are mad. Just follow my lead and keep your mouth shut in front of them."

As Robert eyed Gary, his face became incomprehensibly grave. Both looked at each other and nodded. Robert turned his head and pointed at one baron among the other red-jackets.

"Oi, go get the package from 'that' whatever it is."

Robert pointed his chin toward Swordfish, but before the Baron Ranked Dreamer could move, Gary leaned over Robert's face.

"Robert, I think you didn't understand how precious this spaceship is. Come with me. Let me give you a tour. And I don't think we should let anyone else handle the package from now on."

Robert turned his head from left to right, but as Gary mentioned the package's handling, he found the suggestion quite reasonable.

"Ok, but keep it short."

A smile came upon Gary's face, hearing Robert. Both walked towards the Swordfish, and in between the path, Robert observed the spaceship.

"Maybe Maybe we can throw it as a gift to the Count. You know, as an apology. What do you think, mate?"

It didn't seem that Viscount Robert truly understood the magnitude of the matter of ripping space. But Gary didn't correct him. He just looked at Robert's face and let out a silent laugh. Both men jumped into the spaceship and the door closed by itself behind them.

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Inside the spaceship, Robert stared at the kitten-like creature seated in one of the passenger seats. An exaggerated evil smile came upon his face which, if not for his ears, would have reached to the top of his bald head. Not caring for anything else, he walked towards the creature, but a tapping sound behind him caught his attention.

He turned his head and found a white-haired man standing there. There was a one-horned black mask on his face, and over his right shoulder, he was holding a pole.

"Gary, who the fuck is this?"

Gary, towering just by his side, seemed to have lost all emotions and stared down at the floor. The masked man tapped the pole on his shoulder and suddenly threw it towards Robert.

"Here, catch!!!"

Perplexed by the sudden motion, Robert extended his hands to catch the pole reflexively. Both of his hands wrapped their palms around the pole, but they couldn't stop its trajectory even for a moment. It felt as if Robert's hands had never existed, to begin with. The pole, whose material felt both wooden and stone, kept falling and brought Robert's hands along with it.

Thump!

Viscount Robert couldn't even process what had just happened as he saw his shoulders getting ripped from the sheer weight of the pole. Unlimited rage as a tremendous amount of Mana had almost burst out of his body, but then he felt something pointy coming towards him. Even though he was a Level 37 Viscount, the space within the spaceship was limited. By the time he could know what was happening, a spike had entered his body and made a fist-sized hole in his chest.

Cough! Cough!

Robert, coughing out blood, turned his head and found Gary at the other end of the spike.

" G Ga Cough! Gary why?!"

"Robert, I had no purpose in my life. My giant's blood was rotting and though I took pride in being a Red-Jacket, even that was nothing but an empty title. Now I serve the God of White and Black, and I feel more alive than I was ever before Sigh! Don't worry, no one truly dies in the eyes of My Lord."

A dense, devilish aura came and touched the back of Robert's neck. With his teeth clattering and blood pouring out of his mouth, chest, and shoulders, Robert slowly turned and found the masked man standing inches away.

"Sha."

One last word, one last name, and one last shriek were the only things that reached Robert's ears before everything went dark.

But the Darkness didn't remain so for long.

Another word reverberated in the timeless and spaceless Darkness. And as Robert finally got to hear the sweet sound, light again shined over him as a blessing.

" ARISE!!!"