"This is betrayal! Betrayal!"

"Damn it! All those traitors deserve to die!"

He reached out and scratched his hair, his eyes red as he let out a low roar.

Finally, it turned into deep fatigue. He sat in a chair with his head and arms drooping weakly.

"His Majesty,"

At this moment, a voice came from my ear. It was the butler Bo Wen, who had stood behind me at some point.

"At this point, perhaps self-hypnosis can no longer deceive myself."

"Everything is a premeditated action!"

Bowen said in a deep voice, "The Death Fleet has most likely betrayed Your Majesty and the Empire. They were taken to an unknown destination by the traitors... This explains why, after Your Majesty and I were mistakenly transported to this planet, there was no search or rescue operation, even though we were so close. Of the 100,000 ships in the Death Fleet, not a single one was dispatched to approach this planet."

"This can only be explained by rebellion."

Bowen expressed the guess that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, which might be the closest to the real answer.

"impossible!"

Levi turned his head sharply, glared at him and said, "Everyone in the Death Fleet, from generals to soldiers, has been implanted with loyalty programs. There's no way they'll betray me!"

"Once they betray, their fate is death."

Levi clenched his fists, his face grim.

"There's no such thing as 'absolute loyalty,' Your Majesty. Similar situations have occurred more than once in the history of the Empire. As long as the soul is no longer loyal, the body will always find a way to betray. Someone must have cracked the 'loyalty program,' thus freeing themselves from fear and leading them to betray!"

"I have been on the throne for over sixty years, commanding the Death Fleet for fifty years. I have clearly established rewards and punishments, and have shown favors frequently. I do not believe there are no generals and soldiers who are loyal to me!"

Even if only the soldiers on one warship continue to be loyal to him, he will have hope of eliminating the rebellion and regaining control of the Death Fleet.

"The traitors may have known this, so they used some unknown methods to hide it from everyone."

Steward Bowen said solemnly, "Your Majesty, for now, we must prepare for the worst-case scenario. Assuming the Death Fleet has departed, and only Your Majesty and I remain, how can we continue to survive and thrive on this planet? At the same time, we must find a way to return to the Empire."

"Return to the Empire?"

Levi raised his head, a wry smile and despair on his face: "With the technological level of this planet, how is it possible to return to the empire tens of thousands of light years away?"

It would be better to place the only glimmer of hope on the return of the Death Fleet.

But it is already July 17th, past four in the morning. Is it possible to receive a reply signal in the last seven or eight hours?