The last rays of the setting sun faded from the windows of the restaurant, and the musicians played a melodious wind trio, but the party attendees had no intention of appreciating the long, slow rhythm.

People dressed in black, gold, or red robes with gold threads painted on the surface of the robe pushed cups and cups, whispering to each other, their heads bowed so that their words would not be heard; Their skin was as flawless as newborn babies, their eyes radiant, and their speech fluent, unlike the scruffy humans in the nest.

Boys in short sleeves, women in silk robes and lace-trimmed skirts were their companions, kneeling not far away for their master's orders, but their eyes still looked at the table from time to time, and those with silver cutlery were real fruits, vegetables, and fresh meat, any of which should be worth enough to buy a top-notch abode on another planet, right?

But they still don't attract the people to talk to, the governors, the directors, the rear admirals, the colonels, the wives...... The magnates of Terra gather here - though not at the top, their topic remains the same, always:

Power, money, knowledge, politics, satisfaction...... At the same time, there are all kinds of disguises, deals, traps, schemes, and struggles.

The human species is such a peculiarity, and their diverse emotions nourish the subspace; Some people are willing to give their lives for the sake of others, while some people keep pulling others to the front as a meat shield for their own survival; Some people are dismissive of gourmet food and only focus on social games, and some people toiled to death eating a mixture of starch from corpses at the bottom of the nest......

They exploited their own people to such an extent that I only let my human servants work ten hours a natural day, and they were grateful to me, and with a small reward, their loyalty to me was beyond that of their emperor.

You say I'm slandering my own kind? No, no, no, I'm not human. Strictly speaking, I belong to the "alien" species in the human mouth.

To introduce myself, I am Tarasin the Endless, an archaeologist, ruler of Solemnas, director of the Solemnas Museum, chief custodian of the Historical Archives of the Fearful of the Dead, a lover of diverse cultures, a recorder of galactic history, and a volunteer protector and rescuer of unclaimed artifacts...... Wait a minute.

It wasn't me sitting in this party, but the guy who had been hit by my "Chainworm" and who had a certain illustrious status, and now I was observing this place on a distant planet through his eyes and body, enjoying the music played by humans and finding some fun in my boring long life.

Of course, the main reason is to let this guy pave the way for me to visit here in person; After all, this is the Divine Terra, the core of humanity, and unlike the ignorant people on other remote planets, it is still very inconvenient for me as an alien to come in and visit.

As I listened to the music and watched the power drama of this group of uncollectible people, I heard screams - several uninvited guests in the auditorium.

But no one dared to stop them, even if it was the head of a high-ranking department of Terra who organized the party, but in front of the tall giants in golden armor, he immediately knelt down and shrunk into a ball, not daring to raise his head.

Ah, the Praetorian Army, the personal guards of the Lord of Humanity, the most powerful warriors of humanity. My hand unconsciously touched my waist, trying to take out the Extradimensional Cube Labyrinth from my pocket to add these sudden appearance of the Imperial Forbidden Army to my collection, and to add some "new brothers" to the Praetorian Guards in the Solemnas Museum......

Ah, forgot, I'm not here. It's just a pity for this guy, I'm going to control him to play a game of thrones here.

Everyone was expelled by the Praetorian Army—except me. I could see that they had already responded and were on guard, blocking the space around me with a strange little object to prevent me from escaping or the chain-hearted beetle sneaking out.

Even though I don't have the means to do that right now.

But what I'm curious about is how they know I exist.

I think I'm well hidden, and I'm going into the social

The circle is not the highest level of Terra, and it is unlikely that it will be detected by the "strange people" who protect them.

But these tall golden giants didn't answer my question, and they didn't immediately destroy the existence of this body, but only silently and coldly cut off my hands and feet, and then led me out of here through the teleportation array.

Do you want to torture me to extract some valuable information? They should know very well that it's not going to work for me.

At this point, I should have cut off my dimensional connection with the chained beetle and instead looked for new fun or artifacts, but my unit of consciousness told me that there might be quite an interesting development ahead, so I stayed; When I saw that I was perhaps at the heart and holiest of Terra, the palace of the Lord of Humanity, I knew I had made the right choice.

I've always wanted to be able to see this great palace up close and personal, to see these sculptures, these paintings, these art paintings...... Ah, blindfolded.

These big blond men don't seem to want me to visit this place from a distance, perhaps because I am afraid that I will be familiar with this visit when I do come here in the future. Although I was a little frustrated and regretful, I was more curious about where the Forbidden Army was taking me.

Meet the legendary Lord of Mankind who sits on the Golden Throne? If that's the case, then I don't wonder how the Forbidden Army discovered me, after all, this being has a lot of power.

Are you looking for me to repair that piece of equipment? Truth be told, I'd rather move it back to the Solem Nas Museum to open the eyes of the rest of the necromancers than repair it - but given how difficult it would be to carry it out and the consequences of it, I simply gave up on the idea.

Anyway...... Just don't put me on it. But I still imagined a little bit what it would be like to sit on that throne.

Anyway, after a short period of time, I keenly felt an energy that was somewhat similar to the power of the subspace aether, but very different, as if I had been carried through a portal again. It wasn't until I heard the sound of the Praetorian armor touching the ground again, and through the faint dimensional connection, I realized that I was in another place.

The black cloth covering my head was removed, and my eyes were re-touched. But I wasn't in the throne room where I imagined the aetheric energy to be churning, but a calm, bronze hall with patterns on it......

Oh, God.

I saw the boy sitting on the bronze throne in front of me, looking at me calmly, with the sight of the stars rising and dying.

It's like a trait and instinct that cannot be disguised by anything, and there is no doubt that He is the Lord of mankind, the greatest and most powerful leader that humanity has ever seen.

"Hello, first meeting, Tarasin the Endless."

He nodded slightly and greeted me with a calm expression.

"It is my honor, Lord of Men."

I said very sincerely.

I would also like to pay my respects to the will of the Lord of Humanity by paying homage to Him by single-handedly suppressing and sealing off Margar the Void Dragon. The astonishing feat of ag"ladroth (VoidDragon) is enough to win my respect;

But apparently this is impossible, for the body has been severed from its hands and feet, and I am now being carried in the hands of two Praetorian Guards—oh, I have discovered that the Praetorian guards who are guarding me have also added a few new "models", black and gold armor that I have never seen before; The tallest forbidden soldier without a helmet in front of him, he may be a forbidden army's *** thing?

In addition to this, I noticed that beside the Lord of Humanity stood a human warrior who was not a forbidden army, and now he was glaring at me; Judging by the power armor he wears, it looks more like an Astarte monk, but in terms of technology, style, and style, it is different from the ones I collect; and visual inspection of his genes...... It always feels a little strange.

Oh my God, it's all ...... It's worth collecting, even if it's just the greeting to me that the Lord of Humanity just said...... It's a pity that I don't have the ability to collect at all now.

But my thinking unit is already starting to be molded

I'm going to save this scene of my conversation with the Lord of Humanity, and then consider whether to put it at the main entrance of the Solem Nas Museum for playing.

"I want to make a deal with you, Endless." The boy on the throne said.

Trade? I was immediately intrigued, and trading with the will of the Lord of Humanity must have been quite an interesting thing to do.

I could perceive that the Lord of Men on the throne was not in his full form, but more like a fragment of his will; Although I have been researching the history of the Horus Rebellion and trying to simulate and reconstruct that great scene, I still don't know how badly the Lord of Humanity has suffered.

"What are you going to exchange with me, Lord of Humanity? And what will you exchange it for?"

I'm so excited that I want to get ready for it...... But I don't have arms now, so I can only control the face of this body to make a smiling face.

"Me." The boy said.

"Huh?" I was slightly stunned.

"I'm going to trade myself for what I want with you. As you can imagine, I am not the true deity on the throne, but a fragment of humanity." The boy said calmly, but his words made the forbidden soldiers around him, and beside me, become quite anxious and nervous, and they all spoke out to dissuade them.

Fragments of human nature......

My computing unit is rapidly calculating the value of this collection...... It soon came to the conclusion that it was much more valuable than I had imagined things like the "hair of the Lord of Men", "the skin of the Lord of Men" or the "intimate clothing of the Lord of Men"!

Its value and significance are paramount, far exceeding the value of any of the items in my museum! I have already thought of a new exhibition area for the will of the Lord of Mankind, and I will arrange or prepare other collections around it......

"But there's a small premise." The boy continued.

"What premise? Just say it." I don't think I could control the expression on this body anymore - it must have been a twisted smile.

"I need to do a few more things before I can be collected by you. And I'm going to exchange what I need in advance." He said so.

Ah, I'm a little overheated because of this sentence and the emotional unit has cooled down a little. Do you want to exchange things first?

To be honest, this doesn't suit my way of doing things, and I usually wait for the items to arrive before I make an exchange – and if something happens to the person I'm exchanging before that happens, that's what I'd love to see.

But now this "object of exchange" has become me...... Lord of Mankind...... I don't think I would go back on such an act, would I? I'm skeptical. Not to mention that the covenants within the eternal necromancy were of little use to him.

"If it's hard to forget. Valoris." The boy said.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The Praetorian Commander immediately replied, with the great axe in a rage, as if he was eager to destroy my body, lest I really make a deal with his master that he didn't want to see.

"Wait! Lord of Mankind!" I hurriedly shouted, "We can talk more about it!"

I made a quick decision, and if it was just a small advance exchange of interests, it was nothing compared to the long deal with the Lord of Mankind, and the most valuable collection of his humanity.