บท 2061: Space Prison

Under the cold starlight, above the orbit of the third planet that was not far away from the Martial Meritocrats Planet, a small space gate made of an array of eighty-eight star beacons in the form a rhombus was revolving slowly and emitting lackluster redness.

Centered at the space gate that looked like a bloody diamond, void ripples flooded out of the vacuum, and starships jumped to the Martial Meritocrats Sector like whales and giant squids that had just surfaced from the deep ocean.

The lightning trident emblem on the head of their starships looked even creepier under the illumination of the red light, suggesting that they were all from the Imperium of True Human Beings.

The Martial Meritocrats Sector was not a world that could sustain itself.