"So command training is like playing military chess?" Chen Jing asked, looking at the operating terminal in his hand.

Eliza rolled her eyes at him. "You've completely forgotten. Now, choose your troops. Since this is for entertainment, you'll command your current fleet. And here are... two Lihs."

"How can we fight this! Your two adult Lih-hyuks can defeat half the empire! If you have the guts, let me call for help!"

Eliza was stunned: "You? Called the Evil God?"

"What else? Call my classmates?"

"No, the use of evil gods and rule-based weapons is prohibited. There are clear regulations."

Chen Jing had no choice but to give up.

The outcome was, of course, one-sided; Chen Jing's troops couldn't even harm the enemy. After all, they were adult Li He, the ultimate life form in the universe, capable of independent existence and so powerful that conventional forces could not match them.

Eliza ignored Chen Jing's protests and looked at Chen Jing's face: "What's wrong with you? You're no longer like yourself."

"It's nothing." Chen Jing appeared to be as calm as an old dog, but he was actually very panicked.

"You just acted like a clueless newbie, and I'm going to teach you a lesson."

Unlike Chen Jing, Eliza didn't care about the process, only the result. She could sacrifice herself and other things without even a frown.

This is a difference in style. For example, when dealing with the same thing, Chen Jing would hesitate considering the casualties and civilians, but Eliza did not think the loss of ordinary tactical units was a big deal at all. She was emotionless and efficient.

"Damn!" Chen Jing watched his last unit being eliminated. He was shocked. If style was everyone's own thing, then professional level was the chasm between Chen Jing and Eliza.

Eliza closed the game and looked directly into Chen Jing's eyes. "I used to say you were indecisive and worried too much, but your problems have never been as exaggerated as they are now. What's wrong with you?"

Chen Jing smiled and said, "I remembered a movie."

"Movies? They're very old things."

"That movie is called 'Ender's Game.' It's not very well made, but the ending is classic. The protagonist plays the game over and over again, only to discover that it's not a game at all. He achieved victory in the game, but it also destroyed a civilization. I remember being influenced by some novels and other things at the time, and doubting that games could become reality. Silly, right? But from that day on, I took every game very seriously, which made my skills far from meeting the requirements." He paused, "So, even if it's just a game, I don't want to become cold-blooded."

Eliza was silent for a while: "You really have forgotten a lot of things."

"Yes." Chen Jing nodded. "But I also know a lot of things. For example, I know every iconic unit of the Lih, I understand every human ship type, and I know a lot of history, some of which is even banned by the committee."

When Chen Jing was giving Eliza a vaccination, Fenrir was squatting in front of two containers. He sniffed and looked a little confused: "Didn't you leave?"

A tentacle stretched out and made a "hush" gesture. Azathoth said in a very light voice: "Don't tell him, I want to give him a surprise."

He probably just wanted to sleep in here. Fenrir had a little understanding of this powerful god. He knew there were only two reasons for this: one was to sleep, and the other was to eat.

After all, he's a friend of a friend, so he's my friend, isn't he? Fenrir thought about this and nodded: "I'll get you some food."

"No need, my servant has gone." Baozhen-chan didn't leave either.

Fenrir left the warehouse with a relaxed mood and looked at the monitor next to him: "You don't care?"

RT5's voice: "How can I manage it?"

That's true. Although this old man is lazy, he is really strong.

Just as he was thinking this, he hadn't taken a few steps when he heard the alarm. The stationed Omnics were in a frenzy, and a large number of messengers and Silver Knights were running around in the hallway. They were chasing a blood-red, unidentified creature that had just stolen half a ton of special alloy from the restaurant.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Over here!" Several messengers quickly passed by the aisle, and from behind the locker on the side, they stretched out an eye and took a look. The blood-red pillow breathed a sigh of relief, rose and fell in a very human way, and then slowly moved on the ground.

"Bang." He bumped into something and his eyes turned to it.

It was Chen Jing who looked confused.

"Pillow-chan?"

"Didn't Bubbles take you two away?"

"But Lady Azathoth persuaded Elder Yog to allow us to stay for a while longer until she can resolve some issues."

Something happened? Chen Jing couldn't think of anything that could bother Yoge-Sothoth so much.

"Is it related to dogs?" There is no way around that joke.

"I don't know. Anyway, Lady Azathoth is always listless. She's been so energetic lately, thanks to you."

"Because of me?"

"She said it was because of you."

What is there about me that would make Mr. A care about me?

Chen Jing felt more and more that there must be something fishy about this matter.

"Or maybe it's simply because Ghroth is not around that Azathoth has better sleep quality." This is probably all she pursues.

"Anyway, no matter what, you have to take me to the X16 storage warehouse now."

Chen Jing patted his backpack and said, "Busy."

"Lord Azathoth can't sleep when he's hungry, and when he can't sleep, he likes to create things. You're on your own."

"I'm being threatened." Chen Jing picked up Baozhenjiang, and the feeling was beyond imagination. She was a soft ball, and holding her was like holding a sandbag.

Chen Jing carried her through the layers of blockades of the Omnics and arrived at the storage warehouse where Azathoth was hiding. He then put the pillow down and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Well, I'll go in first." Baozhenchan waved her tentacles.

What exactly is Azathoth planning? Chen Jing doesn't care. If he really has to fight a main god one day, Chen Jing would rather choose Odin. At least there is a glimmer of hope.

"Forget it, it's none of my business."

"Um..." Chen Jing saw Fenrir squatting in the corner: "What are you doing?"

"The restaurant... there's nothing to eat in the restaurant."

"Then what were they so anxious about?"

"What was stolen was an alloy, the kind that explodes if you're not careful. It's the fuel for making fried rice."

"...Forget it, that guy must have a strong stomach anyway." Even if he is not in mythical form now, who knows how much power Azathoth has left.

At worst, it can’t be that bad, right?

"Lost...half a ton."

“…”Are you eating or blowing up the mountain?

Chen Jing leaned against the wall, feeling that he would never be able to keep up with the thoughts of these mythical beings, and silently felt a stomachache.