"Your Majesty, the technical information stored in my mind is enough to lead this indigenous civilization to the development of a fourth-level civilization within 300 years."

"Your Majesty, you possess the 'Immortal Body', so living for three hundred years is no problem. As long as Your Majesty is willing to cheer up and have a little patience, in just a few hundred years, you can have a new 'Death Fleet' and establish a new empire."

Bowen analyzed it carefully for Levi.

Levi also understood what he meant and knew that there might be three different paths before him:

One, optimistic scenario, the Death Fleet has not left and will return soon... but the probability is one in ten thousand.

Second, in a bad situation, the Death Fleet has rebelled, but the Empire has not. It may take several years or even decades for the Empire to send people to look for them.

Three, in the worst case scenario, if both the Death Fleet and the Empire rebel, it will probably take about three hundred years to get away from this Blue Mercury.

Of these three paths, the first and the second are both probabilistic problems and are completely beyond Levi's control.

The only way is the third one, whether to take it or not is in Levi's hands.

Butler Bowen said, "Your Majesty, it is better to rely on yourself than on others. No matter what, we must prepare for the worst. Besides, we have no shortage of time. What we lack is your determination."

"All right!"

Levi slammed his fist against the bed and gritted his teeth, saying, "I can't count on anyone else. I can only rely on myself! Just wait. One day, I will lead my absolutely loyal fleet to bring the harshest punishment to those despicable rebels!"