Chapter 59: Conclusion, Which Is Actually a Beginning – Section 3

“Black Hair! You!!!”
Absolute stillness collapsed at this moment. The world once again became active. The clone had just opened its eyes and hadn’t finished speaking when it spat out a mouthful of blood.
Black Hair’s power was simply too immense. Ordinary physical attacks might not mean much against the clone’s golden armor, but they certainly couldn’t withstand an extraordinary force like Black Hair’s. With its power fully unleashed, Ya Zi represented, in a sense, the power of heaven and earth itself. The energy contained in its every move equaled the total energy within tens of thousands of kilometers!!
How could such immense power be blocked by a thin layer of golden armor? Not to mention that, as a single combat unit, the armor was already several times smaller than ordinary mechs. Even if it were as huge as a snake’s fang, Black Hair could still shatter it into pieces!!
Soon after, streams of blood arced through the air as the clone was launched forward like a bullet.
Amidst roaring noises, the clone flew straight ahead, causing devastation wherever it passed—like an earthquake. Strong winds tore through the land, and massive amounts of dust rose, forming a towering plume of smoke. The impact was astonishingly severe, lasting nearly ten seconds until the clone crashed into a mountain range on the distant horizon.
Seeing this, Black Hair, who had intended to pursue further, suddenly found his right leg go weak and he collapsed to his knees. Inside his face mask, the indicator showing Ya Zi’s status flashed red, emitting a shrill alarm sound.
“Mental energy remaining: 2.12%. Black Hair… I… I must enter hibernation…” Ya Zi’s voice remained loud, but a deep sense of fatigue could be heard. After such extreme exertion, even this strongest mech in Huaguo had to show signs of weakness.
After all, the energy required to freeze time was enormous. Coupled with Black Hair’s continuous use of time acceleration, Ya Zi had almost exhausted all the energy in this space to power itself, even drawing energy from Black Hair as if it were food. Yet even so, Ya Zi’s combat strength was now less than 10% of its peak. It was clearly no longer capable of sustaining high-intensity battles.
Now, the only one it could rely on was Black Hair himself…

It’s truly ironic. Hei Ba couldn’t help but sigh bitterly. There was nothing he could do about it—this was all his own fault. Without sufficient mental energy, he naturally couldn’t use a fierce mech like Ya Zi. And the energy consumed by time control earlier was indeed excessive.

So, under this gloomy sky, Ya Zi seemed to peel off Hei Ba’s body like a layer of skin. But instead of entering the subspace as usual, it crashed directly onto the dry ground.

“What’s this?” Hei Ba was stunned, but quickly understood why.

This was a space created by the clone. So neither the anti-space nor the subspace existed. Ya Zi couldn’t return to its own subspace storage room and could only land on the ground.

But that was fine too. At least Hei Ba didn’t have to worry that his Ya Zi would be taken by the clone. He never dared to be careless around this being that mastered the rules of space. Storing Ya Zi in subspace was just as dangerous as having it in the clone’s hands. Hei Ba certainly didn’t want to see the clone wearing Ya Zi’s appearance.

This wasn’t unfounded worry. After all, the clone shared the same genes as him. It was possible they could actually use Ya Zi.

With these thoughts, Hei Ba kept moving forward, rushing along the trench he had carved along the way. After a long time, he finally saw the clone’s figure at the foot of the mountain range.

But at this moment, the clone was no longer as formidable as at the beginning.

Its majestic golden armor was now twisted beyond recognition, hanging haphazardly on its body like broken metal scraps. Most of the triangular flying objects that used to fly around it had disappeared; only two were still moving, but their skewed shapes clearly meant they were of little use. The helmet of the golden armor had been shattered by Hei Ba’s attack earlier. The clone’s pale face was exposed to the sunlight.

Its face was covered in dust, mixed with flowing blood that stuck messily to its skin, emitting a foul smell. The clone’s complexion was terrible—or rather, it was impossible to tell what color his face was. Hei Ba saw that it tried several times to stand up but failed each time, eventually collapsing on the ground in a pitiful state, while emitting wild laughter.

“Hehe… Haha… Hahahahaha…”

“I can’t believe it… really can’t believe it… Black Hair, so you possess such abilities too. I always thought I was the only one in this world who understood the power of rules. I never imagined you also had it—moreover, rules that are even higher than those of space! My defeat today is entirely justified!”
A cruel laugh. In the past, it would have conveyed the pride and arrogance of an emperor. But now, for some reason, it only evoked a sense of desolation—like that of a desperate warlord lamenting his fate. Hearing this sound, Black Hair’s steps slowed, and a hint of sorrow appeared on his face.
He understood what clones meant. In fact, whether as warriors or leaders, clones were perfect in every way. His achievements were unprecedented even on Earth. Just his own interstellar empire was enough to make anyone regard him as a god.
No, it was more than that. It was a miracle even gods could not create—a empire that had ruled the universe for tens of thousands of years, conquering countless races, beyond any description. Clones truly deserved to be called the greatest emperors in the universe!!
Yet, even such an empire, such an emperor, still had to bow before the laws of nature. From weakness to strength, then to decline. Today, the clone finally reached the end of his life.
Because he lost.
He finally lost to his own original self.
Perhaps to many, losing a battle meant nothing—just get back up where you fell. But this couldn’t apply to the clone. Because today, the rule before him was… to lose meant death!
Black Hair wasn’t a philanthropist, nor a hypocrite seeking fame. He was a warrior. He could grant his enemies the best outcome—and there was only one.
Death—the best outcome for a warrior.
“Ssssh… ssssh…” Black Hair’s footsteps on the dry ground made a very soft sound. But in this silent space, it stood out sharply. Hearing this sound, the clone suddenly raised his head.
Instantly, Black Hair gasped in shock.
On the clone’s face, the area where his eyes should be was blurred—only two dark holes remained. Streams of blood mixed with dust slowly flowed from his eye sockets, a horrifying sight.
He had gone blind!?
Black Hair’s heart sank, and he stopped in his tracks. Yet his voice remained icy.
“Do you still have anything to say?”

“Something to say?” The clone raised its head, turning slightly as if searching for Black Hair’s direction. Yet the insane smile on its face remained unchanged.
“What is there to say? The winner takes all. The loser is nothing. Isn’t that the iron rule you hold most dear? Black Hair, why do you still utter such hypocritical words at this point? Don’t forget—I’m your clone. How could I not know what’s in your mind?”
“Come on, Black Hair! Though I’m reluctant, it’s all lies now anyway. Come on, kill me. Just like all those enemies you’ve killed before. We can never coexist. There can only be one Black Hair in this world. And only one beauty!!”
The clone’s voice was hoarse and desperate, yet utterly heartless. As it shouted, it tried to get closer to Black Hair. Unable to stand, it crawled on its hands. On the dry ground, its blood left long trails. Its thighs flailed wildly as it crawled, like two soft sacks.
Its legs were also ruined… Seeing this, Black Hair let out a long sigh. It finally understood the clone’s condition. It seemed that even if it didn’t move, the clone would likely die anyway. The blood it spat was dark brown, showing just how severely its internal organs were damaged.
It was a pity, but the more so, the less Black Hair could bring itself to act.
Perhaps as a warrior, Black Hair dared to face any challenge, any enemy. But it couldn’t deal with someone unarmed. Because it wasn’t a butcher.
“I’d rather betray the world than let the world betray me.” That was the way of a warlord, but Black Hair wasn’t a warlord.
Watching the clone crawl toward it while spouting insults, Black Hair finally sighed again. It lowered its hands. Its once fierce killing intent melted away like ice and snow in the sunlight.
The clone across from it, however, was highly sensitive and laughed even more wildly.
“What? Can’t bring yourself to act?”
“Haha. Hahahahaha. What a surprise. I never thought the usually ruthless Black Hair would have such a side. Can’t bring yourself to kill your enemy? Funny. Really funny. Black Hair, even though I’m on your side, I still have to praise you. You’re fucking hypocritical.”

“What’s weakness? Even the weakest enemy is still an enemy. Such a simple truth—do I really need to tell you? On the battlefield, would you hesitate to strike when you see an enemy with severed limbs? Stop acting so noble. Battle is battle. Back in the day, to spread the fame of the Moor tribe far and wide, I didn’t spare even women or children. How could someone as great as me have a creature like you? It’s disgusting!!”
Women and children? The black-haired man’s pupils contracted sharply, as if he were seeing the Moor fleet destroy planets. Amidst the raging fires and explosions, massive warships, like demons, slaughtered the creatures on the ground. People cried and fled, but they couldn’t escape death. In the flames, the cries of children gradually faded, leaving only piles of charred remains.
“You!” The black-haired man’s eyes widened in rage, his killing intent flaring again. At the same time, the clone, now only ten meters away from him, let out a shrill laugh, pushed itself up with both hands, and lunged at him.
With a loud bang, the clone in mid-air suddenly disintegrated, turning into a swirling mass of black threads…