"Our little game ends here."
In the starry sky, Misfortune's voice ignored distance entirely, crashing directly into the minds of every alien and every Vitrum. "The grievances between you and the Vitrum Empire should come to an end."
She hovered among the stars. "Just now was merely to let you witness my power."
"As for your hatred, I will not interfere." She clenched her hand in the void. Dark violet ripples of energy spread outward, condensing into a planet-sized sphere covered in blood-red patterns. "This is the Nightmare Space. Time flows differently inside. You may slaughter each other to your hearts' content—the space will reset periodically, and the dead will be revived, until your problem is resolved."
Before the aliens of the Coalition of Planets or the Vitrum could respond, an irresistible gravitational force dragged every one of them into the sphere.
When they reappeared, the atmosphere in the starry sky had completely changed.
Whether it was the once-arrogant and powerful Vitrum, or the Coalition members who despised their conquerors, only numbness remained in their eyes.
It was as if all worldly desire had been stripped away.
Inside that space, they had repeated death and slaughter for who knew how many years. The sensation of tearing flesh apart with their hands, the searing agony of energy cannons shattering bone, the endless cycle of reset and rebirth—it had ground away all anger and hatred, leaving behind only exhaustion etched into their very marrow.
Only the Battle Beast was an exception.
The curse of unextinguishable battle fury prevented him from ever finding peace. Yet in order to escape that hellish place and achieve a truly glorious death, he forcibly suppressed his agitation.
The moment he left the Nightmare Space, the accumulated fury exploded. His golden beast eyes locked onto Misfortune in the starry sky. Leaping from a Coalition warship, his claws tore through the vacuum as he lunged toward her.
Boom—
Misfortune casually waved a hand. The instant the Battle Beast collided with it, he was crushed into particles of light.
Even more unfortunate were the surrounding aliens, Vitrum, and their warships. Caught in the aftermath, they exploded like fireworks.
The next second, space-time reset. Everyone revived in place, not even a wound remaining.
The Battle Beast let out a low growl and pounced again.
Boom— He was smashed apart once more.
Revived. Pounced. Smashed to death.
Revived. Pounced. Smashed to death.
After several cycles, the innocent Allen was on the verge of madness.
He clutched his forehead, feeling as though his soul were trembling. Dying countless times in the Nightmare Space had not been enough—now he had to be dragged into repeated deaths again because of this mad lion!
"Stop! Just stop!" Allen rushed forward first, desperately wrapping his arms around the Battle Beast's limb. "You can't die like this!"
"Please, stop fighting! I want to go home!" A small alien from the Coalition clung to the Battle Beast's leg, his voice trembling with tears.
Tardis and several Vitrum who had stormed into the ship joined forces to pin the Battle Beast in place.
They had tried to escape, but every time they flew only a short distance, a force would drag them back to their original position. They could not allow the Battle Beast to trigger the cycle again.
Misfortune watched the scene with interest, a faint smile flashing through her enormous eyes.
The Battle Beast attacked her and was killed by her own hand, yet she bore him no grudge and revived him each time.
That probably counted as being both beautiful and kind-hearted.
Finally, the Battle Beast was pinned down, unable to move. His golden eyes stared fixedly at Misfortune in the starry sky, a low, unwilling growl rumbling from his throat.
He only wanted to die cleanly. Why was that so difficult?
"Since your problem has been resolved," Misfortune's voice echoed through the stars once more, "from today onward, establish a United Cosmic Federation. Form a Cosmic Peacekeeping Force. I will draft the new rules to maintain universal order."
She paused, her tone carrying unquestionable pressure. "Does anyone object?"
"I object."
A young girl's telepathic voice suddenly rang out, turning every alien and Vitrum present to stone.
Who said that?!
Their hearts howled in despair. Couldn't you discuss objections privately after going back? Did you have to say it in front of this lunatic woman? Haven't we died enough already?
Light flickered in the starry sky. Two young girls appeared side by side.
Red-Eyed Kiana crossed her arms, her tone displeased. "The principal was worried something might happen to you, so she sent us to check."
Seeing them, Misfortune's colossal body rapidly shrank to normal size, floating before the two. "What could possibly happen to me?"
Red-Eyed Kiana replied, "You're fine, but Kira's and my manifested bodies were almost wiped out by you. Did you know that?"
"That was an accident."
Misfortune glanced at the Coalition and the Vitrum, smiling faintly. "Go back and draft the framework for the United Cosmic Federation. The universe needs peace, and that requires your efforts as its guardians."
"Don't even think about running. I can pull you back at any time, no matter where you are in the universe. Now, you may leave."
At those words, the crowd fled the star region as if escaping a nightmare that would haunt them forever.
"Let's return to the ship."
Misfortune brought the two of them aboard the Saintess Prayer.
Inside the bridge, Saintess Kallen spoke up. "Wasn't your way of handling things a bit too brutal?"
"Brutal?" Misfortune raised a brow in return. "Did any of those aliens or Vitrum actually die?"
Saintess Kallen choked. "But I watched them die countless times."
"If they're alive, then they didn't die," Misfortune replied calmly.