The story of the Space Undead needs no further elaboration. They’re a bunch of backstabbers; the Ancient Saints took pity on them and helped them initially. In turn, they felt the help wasn’t enough and launched an attack against the Ancient Saints.

Then the Ancient Saints rubbed them into the ground, a classic example of biting the hand that feeds you.

Even after being ground down by the Ancient Saints, this group of backstabbers remained unrepentant, creating the Star Gods and launching another attack against the Ancient Saints. They even listened to the absurdities of the Star Gods, believing that flesh is weak and mechanical ascension was preferable, abandoning their bodies and souls to turn everything into cold, hard data.

Do they actually blame the Star Gods for this?

Player evaluations would say that the Space Undead’s entire life can be summed up as — their cognition matches their suffering.

Serves them right, entirely self-inflicted.

It’s the same story with the Skin Stripping Virus.

This curse emerged when the Space Undead tried to eliminate the Star Gods, rebelling against them yet again, and defeating a Star God named Skinner, who cursed them on the verge of death.

Oh, no, strictly speaking, it was a virus.

And the Space Undead infected with the virus would exhibit a frenzied hunger for flesh and blood, wanting to rip apart and destroy all organic life, consuming it. In that regard, it feels a bit like a vampire curse. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

But there’s a crucial difference between the two.

That is, can the cold, mechanical bodies of the Space Undead feel the warmth and sensation of flesh?

Of course not!

Hence, the Space Undead infected with the Skin Stripping Virus would go berserk, acting like thirsty vampires, craving blood to sate their desires, but unable to feel even the slightest warmth or texture of flesh no matter what they do. They would even desperately try to stuff flesh into their mouths, "imagining" they were consuming it.

However, the bodies of the Space Undead aren’t living. No matter what they do, they cannot feel the vibrant mark of life, the warmth and texture of the flesh.

In this regard, that Star God certainly understood them well, using what the Space Undead could never have again to eternally torment them.

Precisely because of this, these Space Undead have nearly all gone berserk—they approach combat not like rational Space Undead but more like WAGGGGGH Green Skins, tearing up any organic organism they see, peeling their skin off and wrapping it around their own bodies, keeping their bones as trophies, smearing the flesh over every corner of themselves as if doing so would allow them to feel the warmth of blood and flesh.

Of course, this is merely self-deception.

Moreover, the Fear of Death can act across dimensions like the Black Skins. They typically hide in a space known as the Skinner Dimension, and whenever they sense blood and combat, they rush to satisfy their unending voracious desires.

Ordinary Space Undead tend to avoid these beings at all costs.

The reason is simple: the Skin Stripping Virus is contagious! And this thing is an incurable curse—once infected, it’s game over; no one can save you!

Fear of Death betrayed the Ancient Saints, chose to become Space Undead after getting thrashed.

Then they betrayed the Star Gods, getting implanted with the Skin Stripping Virus.

This shows backstabbers never have a good ending.

The Space Undead’s entire life is entirely self-inflicted.

The Spirit race doesn’t fare any better. They originally dominated the Milky Way and should have advanced towards higher, faster, and stronger goals. Yet, these idiots poured their efforts into creating IMPART and ended up with the Obsessive Sin, an abstract monster that nearly drove themselves to extinction.

This proves that Aliens are a bunch of worthless trash, unable to restore the Milky Way’s glory—it must rely on us humans!

Make humanity great again!

"Audio command! Crossfire, suppressing fire!"

With Duanmu Huai’s order, the Mecha Servants raised their plasma cannons. Accompanied by the resonant hum of capacitors, the compressed plasma roared forth, towards the battlefield ahead. At the same time, Duanmu Huai swiftly dashed forward, clutching a Power Axe and charging into the Skinner ranks!

He had no intention of saving the unfortunate scientific expedition team, for in Duanmu Huai’s plan, they were meant to die, and they had indeed fulfilled their mission exceptionally.

Unlike ordinary Space Undead, Skinners linger after killing their prey, indulging in mutilating corpses and bizarre dismemberment activities. It’s precisely the sacrifice of these expedition members that allowed Duanmu Huai to finally catch them!

The trap is set, the fish has arrived, all that remains is to blow it up!

Under loyal plasma bombardment cover, Duanmu Huai darted into the Skinner ranks. The sharp claws on their hands did not incite fear but relief in Duanmu Huai.

That’s the spirit! Real men engage in close combat! The Space Undead who only know how to annihilate with Gauss Weapons have no future!

Only close combat embodies the most honor, loyalty, and masculinity. Anything else is heresy!

Duanmu Huai’s Power Axe swung high, severing the arm of a Skinner aiming to stab him, then he clutched the axe handle tightly with both hands and drove it downward, deeply embedding it into the head of the Space Undead before him.