Chapter 19 I'm Dead

I ran very fast, but I was running in the wrong place - I was being tricked, and there was a star field blocking the area around me.

My live broadcast is still on. After all, for the sake of popular science and fame, I have worked really hard to increase the live broadcast time and get recommended on the homepage. As a criminal, I have tried really hard - which outlaw can abide by the rules of the live broadcast platform like me!

I don’t know how my brother has managed to be ranked first in Star Network’s live broadcast time until now. He is really working hard.

The star field blockade is an old acquaintance. The Empire has blocked it more than once to capture me, and I am also an old hand at it, but this time is a little different.

Among my captors was Atlir.

As someone with the same level of mental power, I probably really can't beat him. After all, he has practiced for so many more years than me. No matter how powerful my cheat code is, I still have to accumulate experience points.

Countless plans have emerged and been overturned in my mind. What can I say?

Attrier caught up quickly, but besides him there was another mecha, platinum in color, and the two mechas looked like a good couple.

I don't know why I have a bad feeling.

Atlir didn't move, and the narrator's platinum-colored mecha rushed over.

In a blink of an eye, I had already exchanged several rounds with him - damn.

Damn it!

Let me clarify first, it's not true that I didn't touch any mecha during that semester when I was in school three years ago.

Because Angel had just awakened his spiritual power, he was particularly interested in mecha operation, so I served as his sparring partner for a while, and we practiced secretly on Starnet.

so.

I mean so.

I know exactly what Angel's attack habits are—Atriel, you old bastard, did you really hook up with Angel and bring him to such a dangerous place?

And let my brother attack me???

Sometimes anger easily takes over, so my attacks were ruthless. After just a few exchanges, Angel's weakness was exposed. Angel had little combat experience, so all his moves were learned through tricks.

Because everyone dotes on him, no one really wants him to face the vicious criminals. Attrier probably brought him here today because he knew I would not kill him.

I've become a textbook, right?

But I really couldn't do anything to him.

So I destroyed his energy tank. This is the advantage of SSS-level mental power. I can clearly see all the structures of the opponent's mecha.

I couldn't do that to Attrier simply because I didn't have the opportunity.

Angel is now like a child driving an adult's car, full of flaws.

However - I looked at the soaring number of people in my live broadcast room, and vaguely saw some comments that shouldn't appear here among the comments that filled the screen.

Angel also started a live broadcast.

If there is a blogger that 90% of the world’s people follow today, it’s Ingres.

A plan suddenly lit up in my mind.

I hijacked Angel's cockpit before Atelier rushed over.

Then it forcibly landed on a nearby planet.

This place is a little like the moon in my vague memory from a long time ago.

I vaguely remember that it was a satellite that relied on the light of a star.

It's like Angel is the star and I am his satellite.

There was no one up there, no life.

Then when we landed on the planet, the three of us cancelled our mecha mode and simply covered our bodies with the mecha.

Wow—the precious SSS-class soldiers are all gathered together, and everyone has an S-class mecha.

All can be changed freely.

Angel didn't even hide his appearance, he looked so soft in the transparent mecha protective shield.

I grabbed his hands and my other hand was on his spine. If he struggled at all, I could cut his spine immediately.

Of course it's just a threat. I can't really do anything to Angel.

Counting the days, he is sixteen years old now and no longer has the baby fat he had when he was a child. We have both grown into teenagers. Otherwise, how can we say we are one-to-one replicas? We are even the same height.

But my mecha has heels, so I look taller, so I win.

The happiness of youth is so simple.

My face was the second fake face, not Alger's face, and Atelier across from me looked more mature.

A shameless man who likes young girls.

"I know this is His Royal Highness, so Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, would you consider letting me go? Otherwise, His Royal Highness might not feel so good."

A very classic villain speech, I admire myself for it.

Attrier frowned, he seemed about to say something but held it back.

But I was just saying it casually. I don't plan to leave now.

Ingres was unexpectedly quiet, but I didn’t have much time to think about Ingres right now.

"Your Highness, Your Excellency the Major General, do you know how the Nebula was created?"

Without waiting for their answer, I continued speaking and at the same time opened a document and threw it into the live broadcast room.

"Forty years ago, the empire was in civil strife. At that time, nobles and warlords all maintained private armies, but no matter how many people there were, they were no match for a mecha pilot with high mental power."

"The same goes for the royal family. At that time, everyone needed high-level psychics, so a project called 'Deep Blue Star' was launched."

Perhaps realizing what I was about to say, Attrier wanted to shut me up, so I grabbed Angel's hand harder.

"So, a large number of orphans, civilians, and even soldiers were thrown into this project, undergoing the so-called 'artificial mental power' experiment. This lasted for fifteen years, and the experiment failed."

"A large number of experimental personnel died, and only forty-three people were left."

"The only forty-two people who succeeded killed all the experimenters and escaped from the laboratory."

"Deep Blue Star was also declared a failure and was forever buried by the royal family and the Conquest. Aside from a small baby still in a petri dish, the remaining forty-two individuals also became wanted criminals."

"They later formed a pirate group called 'Nebula', and their leader was my father, 'White Death'."

This information that should not have been released immediately caused an uproar on the entire Star Network. The information I released described in detail everything that happened that year. Tens of thousands of people were put into the experiment just for the sake of war.

How should I put it? Although it's cliché, it's really useful. I saw that my main task was only 2% complete. I couldn't see Angel's expression, but this rapid progress was enough to explain his mood.

But it’s not enough—

Angel, you don't know enough.

I want to save these poor people. I am selfish and the scales in my heart are still tilted towards them, so you need to know more.

"Of course, I'm not talking about how miserable we are in the Nebula. We are criminals and scum. We hate all human experiments. Fighting violence with violence is wrong, but it's our only way to survive. I don't mean to refute the fact that we are evil."

"I just thought maybe people would want to know why."

"Next, the Empire is still hiding something from everyone—"

"Three years ago, my brother, the Black Crow, was captured by His Excellency the Major General. So, I came to the Empire incognito to find my brother and rescue him."

I felt Angel stiffen.

"Yes, the Imperial Military Academy used the excuse of being held hostage to cover up the fact that they had admitted a vicious criminal." The fake face on my face turned into Alger's face, and at the same time, I announced the message that Atelier had just sent me, as well as my previous admission certificate and photo.

"I am the missing student, Alger Penn. I am also the White Raven of Nebula."

"Look, if they're hiding even this kind of news from you, how much more is the Empire hiding? Perhaps one day, your friends, family, and pets will mysteriously disappear and become samples in some laboratory."

Next, overwhelming comments and messages spread throughout the live broadcast room, and the moment I finished speaking, my mission was completed.

I could feel Angel's pain and disbelief.

I described our encounter as something I did on purpose, something I had ulterior motives for, and all my feelings were just me taking advantage of him.

Yes, that's it.

At that moment, the protagonist suddenly understood the feeling of betrayal.

…

Wait a minute, Angel isn't going to turn evil, is he?!

This development makes me a little panic.

But the system didn’t say anything, so it should be fine. After all, my brother is a real little angel.

Anyway, I decided that since it has come to this, I might as well finish what I need to do in one go -

All I can say is that for what happened next, it was a good thing that Angel didn't know I was his brother.

I looked at the bar representing the energy I had accumulated. It was still a little short. Many people didn't have a deep enough impression of me, and many people didn't even understand what was going on. It was useless to just talk big.

Many people just pursue excitement, and the truth and justice are not important to them at all.

How can I impress everyone?

I looked at Attrier.

That is death, of course.

Under the gaze of tens of billions of viewers, the death was grand and gorgeous.

...Of course, the best result would be to die at Angel's hands, but that would be too cruel for him. Forget it, let Atriel do it.

Ingres is my beloved younger brother since childhood.

As soon as I let go of Angel, I rushed to Atriel in an instant, and my mecha was fully armed. Atriel was indeed a battle-hardened general, and my first attack did not bring any advantage.

And because I schemed against him, he seemed to really hate me.

He didn't hold back at all.

Angel seemed to be still confused and stood aside. After all, what just happened might be the biggest setback in his life.

As Atelier and I went back and forth, I watched starships fall one after another.

The Empire is coming.

After all, I revealed quite a lot of things, the nobles must have been scared to death!

I don’t know what’s going on back home. I guess they’re trying to save me. Unfortunately, I’ve turned off all permissions on Nebula Star.

After my cheap dad fell into a coma, I, as the heir, naturally obtained the highest authority on Nebula Star. Now, no starship or mecha that is not under the control of authority has the ability to jump through space.

Ok, no worries.

The fight between Atlir and I was getting faster and faster. There had always been speculation on the Internet about my mental power level, but no one was sure. It wasn't until today when Atlir and I fought back and forth that everyone realized that I had SSS-level mental power.

Well, the energy bar has increased a little bit again, good, good.

"What are you planning?" Atelier asked during a break in the fight.

I didn't answer. Even if I told him what I was planning, he wouldn't understand.

I want to fight for a perfect future for my fellow countrymen in my hometown!

Thanks to Atelier, the results wouldn't be as good without him. He's the perfect tool.

As our battle intensified, more and more mechas gathered around us - well, they were all watching, and I even saw some acquaintances.

Morse, Alice, Alpha, and Daniel.

It felt like my friends were attending my funeral as a group.

They probably started rushing here from the time I kidnapped Angel or announced my identity.

Wow, I even saw my dad.

I just can't beat Atriel anymore. After all, I just cleaned out a lab, and I'm inferior to Atriel myself.

I looked at the number of people in the live broadcast room.

Well, that's about it.

When Atriel's long sword came at me, I bumped into it directly, and the long sword went through the cockpit and just passed through my abdomen.

For a moment I didn't even feel a thing, and when I opened my mouth to say something, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Then I felt a sharp pain.

It hurts a bit too much.

The progress bar above my head is rising a little slowly, and it’s almost there.

If I die, all my efforts will be in vain.

We need to add more fuel to the fire.

Attrier dropped my mech like a skewer.

Then the mecha armor form on my body was disarmed, and it became just me stabbing his knife. If it wasn't so painful, I think I could still make a few jokes.

"you--"

He suddenly frowned and looked at me, and I was a little confused.

What's wrong?

"Who are you?"

…

Um?

Wait, wait—could my true appearance be revealed?—Fuck, I'm not dead yet, what's going on?!

[Um... The host is actually practically dead, but now he's being forcibly kept alive, so...]

So all those things I planned for death to happen or manifest have all come to light, right?!

Why do I have problems even though I try so hard to look cool?!!!

I might as well die right now and start over!!!

Good news, the energy progress bar of the wish is full.

Bad news, the only true identity I didn't want to reveal has been exposed, and it's been revealed in front of almost the whole world.

Haha, that’s awesome. I’d rather die.

[Um... because I just forced myself to stay alive, everything is a bit stuck. Host, just hold on for another ten minutes, and we'll run off to the next world!]

...Forget it, I've said everything I wanted to say before.

I looked at my friends and Angel who were running over with shocked faces, and my father who looked painful.

I don't want to say anything.

What does it mean to be cheerful for a moment only to be introverted for a lifetime?

I will never pretend to be cool again, I will never act cool again, in my next life I will work diligently and conscientiously to complete my tasks, and I will never be a pseudonym fanatic.