Furthermore, in subspace, time itself has no meaning. Perhaps several millennia have passed outside, but in subspace, it might just be a month or two.

They had been on spaceship wrecks before and had seen mortals driven insane by subspace. But this Great Judge was different; he seemed very relaxed, very at ease, and his steps were very calm. He didn't seem like someone trapped on such a dangerous spaceship wreck, but rather like someone strolling in a garden world.

Moreover...…

"He is very powerful."

Carla's voice was tinged with fear. She was a psychic with strong prophetic abilities, and because of this, the moment she first saw Duanmu Huai, she felt a terrifying pressure. It wasn't because of his appearance — the Judges had seen all kinds of aliens and mutants; Duanmu Huai's fierce appearance was quite normal in this world.

Or rather, considering he was a Judge, that bit of fierceness was quite fitting for him.

But as a psychic, Carla sensed something even more terrifying within.

"I don't even know how to describe it. I haven't even touched the surface, but I have a premonition that if I rashly continue to probe his depths, the consequences might be unimaginable. Moreover...…"

Carla swallowed.

"Around him, I feel as if my psychic abilities are being suppressed."

"You mean like the Untouchables?"

"No."

Carla replied in a low voice.

"It's not that devouring feeling, but something more like... being overshadowed and suppressed by a huge mountain. I feel my psychic abilities are completely unusable. They start to become restless, humble, like submissive slaves. I want to harness my psychic powers, but they don't listen to my commands at all."

"......…"

Upon hearing Carla's response, Sten fell silent for a moment.

"I don't have that feeling, but didn't you notice?"

"Notice what?"

"Our instruments."

Sten glanced around.

"Ever since boarding this spaceship wreck, our instruments have been erratic."

"Isn't that normal?"

Carla didn't find it strange. A spaceship wreck could be considered an extension of subspace, where any physical universe rules could be disrupted or even invalidated. Things like the bird divination tool or communication links getting interfered with or cut off are commonplace. That's also why manpower is often needed to explore spaceship wrecks—otherwise, they might as well send in the mecha servants; why go to all the trouble?

"But now, everything is functioning normally, without any issues."

Sten looked at the bird divination tool in his hand, as stable as if it had just come off the assembly line.

"Since this Great Judge joined us, our communicators, bird divination tools, all devices haven't had any problems."

"...…What does that mean?"

"I don't know."

Faced with Carla's question, Sten shook his head but soon turned around, looking with interest at Duanmu Huai, who was next to him, seemingly bored.

"But this is worth investigating further."

Afterward, the group didn't encounter any more danger, but they didn't let their guard down. The Dark Spirit Clan, like cockroaches, where there's one, there could be more around. However, it was clear that these people's mission wasn't to drive away the Dark Spirit Clan. They just advanced, advanced, staying on guard, and then advanced some more.

No one knew how long they traveled; it could have been only a few dozen minutes, or it could have been several hours. Eventually, the group came to a place that looked like a lounge. Here, there was a fountain, sofas, and a crystal dome through which they could see the starry sky outside. Unfortunately, the beautiful alien sculptures told everyone that this was the territory of the Spirit race.

At least, it once was.

The group chose to rest here for a while. The Space Wolves and the Judges sat on the ground, consuming their ration pills with purified water. Naturally, Duanmu Huai wouldn't let himself suffer like this. He directly took out a hamburger and a chicken leg from his inventory, then "pfft" opened a bottle of soda, and started feasting.

"......…"

As he ate, Duanmu Huai noticed that the atmosphere seemed to have subtly changed. He looked up around him, only to find that the Space Wolves and the Judges were all staring at him with strange looks, as if he had done something outrageous.

"Uh...… do you want some too? I've got plenty here."

"......…"

The group didn't speak, just exchanged a glance, then looked away.

Well, at least no one was fighting for my food.

Duanmu Huai shrugged his shoulders and enjoyed the food in front of him again.

Chicken legs, hamburgers, fries, sugary soda.

Duanmu Huai comfortably finished a meal, then leaned back on the chair beside him to rest, just when a figure appeared in front of him. He raised an eyebrow, seeing the female Judge named Carla appear before him.

"Something the matter?"

"Who exactly are you?"

"I told you, Grand Judge Duanmu Huai."

Duanmu Huai shrugged again, answering this boring question once more.

"I've never heard of you, may I specifically ask your affiliated organization?"

"If you're asking that, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, miss."

Duanmu Huai burped, sighed.

"I don't belong to the Holy Hammer Cult, the Anti-Outsider Cult, or the Rebellion Quelling Cult, and of course, I'm not one of the Silent Sisters. Strictly speaking, I do all these jobs; my daily life mainly involves fighting Demons and Aliens, but I also don't mind taking action against those heretics foolish enough to threaten humans by kneeling to the garbage from Subspace. Other than that, I have nothing special—in short, protecting humans, eliminating all threats to humans... you see, that's it."

Duanmu Huai spread his hands, staring at Carla in front of him.

"I'm not at all interested in those boring cliques and factions within the Tribunal, be it radical or conservative. What does this have to do with me? The world is so big, with so many threats to eliminate. Instead of discussing those meaningless theories, I'd rather just hammer down a few Aliens or Demons. So, if you're asking me, I've already answered; I'm a Grand Judge affiliated with the Tribunal, it's just that simple."

Duanmu Huai stared at Carla, with no wavering seen in her eyes.

"Just that simple?"

"Just that simple."

Duanmu Huai yawned.

"Any more questions?"

"......…"

This time, Carla didn't speak immediately, she just stared at Duanmu Huai, then moved her gaze to the pile of chicken bones in front of him.

"Your food reserves seem abundant."

"If you want, I have plenty more here."

Duanmu Huai extended his hand, wiped it from his bosom, and then took out a family bucket. He naturally noticed Carla's pupils slightly dilate—this was normal, after all, Duanmu Huai's bosom hardly looked big enough to fit a family bucket.

"This is neither Illusion Technique nor hallucination; of course, if you don't want to eat, it's no big deal..."

Duanmu Huai silently put away the family bucket, understanding what these Judges were wary of. Hallucinations are tricks often played by Subspace Creatures. For instance, when you think you are in a sumptuous and beautiful room, you may actually be lying on a fleshy, fungal ground. Or when you think you're eating gourmet food, it might actually be a mixture of blood and organs...

Of course, if you ask Duanmu Huai, he still quite enjoys eating blood tofu and roasted kidneys. The meals of Chaos Evil Gods are disgusting simply because they can't cook.

This time, Carla didn't respond. She stared at Duanmu Huai, was silent for a moment, then slightly nodded.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Duanmu Huai waved his hand, and the latter retreated accordingly.

After a brief rest, the group continued advancing into the interior of the spaceship wreck. As they delved deeper, the surrounding light grew dimmer and dimmer, until eventually even the searchlights could barely illuminate the pitch-black corridors, as if the darkness here swallowed all light.

The Space Wolves grew ever more vigilant, while Duanmu Huai continued to stroll beside them, carrying his War Hammer. He could naturally sense something lurking at the edges.

But it wasn't the Dark Spirit Clan.

This wasn't surprising; in spaceship wrecks, everything was pretty normal. In fact, the Dark Spirit Clan, like them, were Outsiders, but now, they might have disturbed the original inhabitants inside here.

A shadow swiftly darted through the tunnel beside them. Duanmu Huai glanced at it, then looked away, while gripping his War Hammer more tightly.

Time for some post-meal exercise.

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