Chapter 113 Audience: Where is Fate? I am such a big anchor!

…In my memory, the second time I opened my eyes was when I was 14 years old, one year younger than the last time.

This is my second rebirth in my memory, and my third time living in the world.

This time, the way I awakened my memory was also abnormal. Admiral Joshua and 20-year-old Joshua formed two complete personalities in my brain. The invasion of memories from two lifetimes completely confused the 14-year-old me.

They almost crushed my personality and made me a fool.

No matter how many times my life has changed, my personality has always been stubborn, self-satisfied and selfish.

These two memories, in my third life, first appeared as a disgusting screaming chicken, then as a neurotic personality disorder. They whispered in my ears eternally, asking me to find a male insect named Milan.

At the age of 14, I trusted my family and relatives very much. In the third week after my memory awakened, I couldn’t stand the torture of my two neurotic personalities. I told my brothers about the abnormality in my brain, and my brothers told my female and male fathers. Finally, I sat in the ward and began to talk to the family doctor.

But every time I tried to say that it was all Milan's fault, my head would start to hurt and my nose would bleed.

After several examinations, my family doctor told me that the mysterious word might be some kind of protection mechanism of my brain. If I read or write a certain word, I would most likely suffer from brain death.

At the age of 14, I suddenly felt that there was no one in the world more unlucky than me.

I woke up with two extra bombs in my head, and if I said a certain word, my brain would die.

At 14, I didn’t think this was fair at all.

At the time, I thought, why did this happen to me? I was only 14 years old and I had a bright future ahead of me.

But the word "Milan" is not my suffering, but Admiral Joshua and 20-year-old Joshua are my suffering.

When I told my family doctor, I had two personalities in my head: one was the "me" who was about to become a marshal, and the other was the "me" who became a major general at the age of 20.

My family's attitude towards me suddenly changed drastically.

I am sure they love me.

At least before I became crazy, my parents and my brothers regarded me as their own half-blood and loved me like a sibling.

But I was too young at the time, only 14 years old, and I had a glimpse of the treasure trove of the future in my mind. Although the treasure trove was presented in a fragmented and chaotic way, it was still the future.

After I turned 16, I never left the family land again. I was locked up and monitored for protection.]

[A little bit surprised...? I thought their family was stable.]

[Stability can only be established between equal forces. This time Joshua is only 14 years old, too young and too easy to control.]

【The forum guys are breaking down again, I am so amused, didn't they shout about dominating the universe and the coming of the empire? I usually inject stabilizers every month to keep myself sunny and cheerful, I really don't understand who gave you the confidence to survive the mental pollution of multiple deaths. If you can't survive, once you tell your family, look, even supernovas can be raised into waste by your family.】

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[You guys are really amazing. You can argue about family affection to the point of millions of words. You even criticized Fate for not knowing how to love. To me, Joshua's perspective couldn't be more correct. The family loves him! But as long as a worm that hasn't grown up is sacrificed, the family will soar to the top and its glory will continue for a hundred years! Don't forget! Joshua has three adult brothers above him, and their mental conditions are better than Joshua's! Which one is more beneficial: successfully cultivating three branch marshals or guarding a worm that may die at any time? ]

[Teacher Fate once again launches a nuclear attack on the forum brother’s YY]

【Hahaha】xN

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[…

It's not easy to be overprotected under surveillance.

I have forgotten many details and I don't want to remember them.

Ironically, the “Joshuas” made me a bird in a cage, and Milan, whose name cannot be spoken, became the only light in my dark life.

Admiral Joshua told me that if I fell into Milan's hands, Milan would not use me.

Joshua, 20, told me that if I had told Milan all this, I would not have been locked up at all.

I've been locked up for too long, I've undergone many operations, and my family wants to dig more of the future out of my brain.

It was at this time that I suddenly could not distinguish the faces of my parents and brothers. They gradually faded in my memory. Perhaps this was related to a certain surgery.

Because of multiple surgeries, the boundary between reality and fantasy gradually blurred for me. Sometimes I would sleep for half a month, and sometimes I would be awake all night for another half a month.

Sleep gradually became my only way to escape pain.

I met Milan in my dreams. He was the only person in my world who remained unchanged. He began to make me feel at ease.

Sometimes I lived with Milan in the Black Tower. I grew up by his side and he allowed me to call him my brother.

The Milan in Admiral Joshua's dream was very friendly to me. He would pay attention to any discomfort in my body, and all the injuries caused to me by the experiment were soothed and treated by this Milan.

I dreamed that his feelings were always warm and comfortable. Milan, with his eyes blank, would stroke my head and whisper to me the sea of ​​stars he had seen, describing the adventures, dangers and peaks he had encountered.

The Milan in my dream gave me the vision for growth and the joy of exploration that I instinctively had but had lost.

I later learned that those were not actually Milan's experiences, but Admiral Joshua's.

Admiral Joshua has investigated all of Milan's mission records. He is like a gold digger, facing the silent and majestic mineral mountains alone, searching for gold under the sand in streams and shallow beaches day after day.

These minerals are the past of military doctor Milan. Admiral Joshua found them and put them into his dreams, imagining that he had the opportunity to experience those journeys with Milan, and that his and Milan's lives were like two stars with overlapping orbits, blending and colliding.

I gained this experience during the years when I was surrounded by my family for surveillance and protection.

This is how I grew up, went through the adult metamorphosis, and gradually became like one of the "Joshuas."

One day, I forgot which day it was.

I was lying on the table undergoing surgery and my brother came to see me.

He touched my face and was surprised.

He praised me as a hero.

"You still have your sanity, that's good, stay sane, Joshua you are a credit to Warsaw."

I said to him: Brother, please come closer to me, I just remembered something.

He put his face towards me, and I suddenly jumped up and bit off his ear.

He was furious, but he didn't dare to do anything because my brain was a family treasure.

I tasted the blood and recognized the brother as Joshko.

I thought about the jealousy and envy of the "Joshuas" towards Joshko, and I suddenly laughed out loud and shouted to him, "Brother! Come! Give me a hug!"

I lay on the laboratory table and laughed at him, happily showing my bloody canine teeth.

In my third life, I should have become a bug without a future, living in obscurity in the world, and then dying quietly.

But Milan is like countless pieces of a puzzle. Everything about him that is as golden as gold complements my imagination of the future and soothes my confusion. Although I am in a cage, I can see the sea of ​​stars and wonders.

Milan built my future and I became his second pair of eyes.

I have managed to stay insane for 20 years without turning into a drooling idiot, all because Milan is like an anchor, he holds me firmly in place and prevents me from getting lost in pain and hatred.

Because of Milan, I will always be Joshua, the unbeatable Christmas miracle.]

[Is this considered a VR first-person perspective dream version of childhood sweethearts? ]

【@War Game Technology Company, come out to work!!!】

[I can’t imagine how healthy my mental state would be if I was raised by Mr. Milan.]

[But gradually I became dissatisfied.

I want to touch Milan. The "Joshuas" all have their own Milan, and so should I.

The family kept a very close eye on me, and it took me many years of planning to escape.

But after escaping, what I was greeted with was not joy, but greater despair.

The year has come when "Joshua" became a general. In the same year, my eldest brother became a marshal, my second brother became a general, and my third brother, Joshko, was promoted to lieutenant general this year.]

[Is the timing wrong? The Warsha family took so much of Joshua's memories, but the Warsha family's three sons' promotion speed is still about the same as when Joshua worked hard to become a general? ]

[Do you think the supernova's fighting talent is just a gimmick? It's already amazing that the Warsaw Three have the power to become marshals for more than ten years. Looking at history, there has never been a military female who became a marshal before the age of 70. ]

[The Warsaw family is too short-sighted! ]

[The New Alliance could not cling to the Warsaw family of this era. Milan's family was married to another legion family. Milan had died two years before I escaped.

The moment I found out the news, I had a terrible illusion.

Maybe it wasn't bad to be locked up by the family forever. At least I could still fall into a deep dream, stay by Milan's bedside every night, and listen to him talk to me about the future.

I missed Milan again.

Twenty years of torture did not make me lose my mind. Milan once again defeated all my persistence in a second.

I think of Admiral Joshua and 20-year-old Joshua in my mind, they failed, they come to me, I fail too, then I might go to the next Joshua.

The same second I came up with this idea, I let my consciousness sink into the darkness of nothingness without any hesitation, hoping that I could open my eyes again to catch sight of the future of Milan and me.

I was like sleeping, not afraid of death at all.

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The third rebirth in my memory, my fourth life, this time I was 13 years old.

The "Joshuas" are completely crazy and they can't bear to lose Milan again.

They were born into this new body and immediately pushed the 13-year-old Joshua's consciousness deep into his memory, causing this younger self to fall asleep, as if possessed by an evil spirit, taking control of this body.

In my memory, my life in the fourth life was a mess.

Everyone wants to seize control of the body. Joshua III suffered a loss from his family. No matter which personality controls the body, they will not expose their abnormality in front of the family members.

But in other areas, Joshua and his ilk didn't care so much.

They... I started to work hard in the army. I tried to enlist early. Joshua III strengthened my talents. I was like a duck in water in the army. I was promoted to lieutenant when I turned 16.

This is already ten thousand times better than the second life, but I know it is not enough, far from enough.

I must improve faster and become a truly powerful leader before I turn 18. Only then will I be qualified to trade the future with Milan, instead of being regarded as a playful threat by Milan as in my second life.

When I turn 18, Milan will get married.

I have to hurry, faster, to stand in front of him before time destroys him.

…

But suddenly one day, Milan disappeared from the Wasp Legion.

I have been secretly tracking Milan's whereabouts for years, so I...

...What? No, of course not like a stalker! In 1600, the Ten Armies would regularly publish some research results and the locations of their stationed planets so that the Ten Armies could communicate the latest developments of the aliens.

I went to every Wasp Legion meeting at that time just to see from a distance whether Milan was healthy.

In 1600, the ten major military races were severely isolated and information was blocked. How could I chase Milan like a stalker? That would cause him to be suspected of being a racial spy by the commander-in-chief of the Wasp Army!]

[He refrained from following Milan because he was worried about her being falsely accused of being a spy. Think about it carefully.] [If this couple was in 2000, how far would Joshua go?] [First, he should violate all the offenses in the Prisoner Star Code.]

[What a rude group of people!]

[How can he have the nerve to use this word to criticize the writer? ]

[Interview paused for 10 minutes]

[…Sorry, I was too excited.

In short, in the first three lives, I never found out why Milan returned to the family, nor did I find out when Milan returned to the family.

This is a secret that has been completely covered up and buried.

It was not until this life that I discovered some traces.

The story is related to the return of the Milan family and the Second Army Wasp Legion suffering the largest-scale alien attack in history.

…

…

You have already recorded Milan's account, and there is a large overlap in our conversations. Let me tell you directly what I did after I discovered this.

In the first life, Milan married Joshua when I was 18 years old.

I kept this in mind and worked hard for it, but I didn't expect Milan to return to the family just after I turned 16.

At that time, I was confused and felt a strange uneasiness.

From the information I could find, military doctor Milan was killed on the spot due to serious injuries he suffered while on duty, so his military record was cancelled.

Milan's death record listed the cause of death as spinal comminuted fracture, broken organs, and multiple fractures.

When I saw this line of words, even though I was mentally prepared, I still felt a long tinnitus in my ears.

After I recovered, my problem came back. General Joshua's habit came out. I printed out the virtual file, chewed it up and ate it, as if only that could completely eliminate the anxiety.

…

I knew Milan wasn't seriously injured, but I was still worried.

The records only revealed that he had broken bones and spinal problems, but what about his eyes? Why was there no mention of his blindness?

This conjecture scares me.

What happened to him in the two years since he returned to his family?

I didn't dare to think too much, and I started to fight for military exploits more crazily than ever before.

2 years, 2 years.

As long as I become a colonel when I am 18, I will have the opportunity to marry Milan.

…

But I still failed in this goal.

When I was 18, neither my family nor Milan's family wanted me to marry him.

I am gifted, but Milan is disabled, and the world thinks we are not a match.

What? Oh, no.

I didn't have a breakdown at the time. It wasn't like Milan thought we were not a good match. I didn't feel bad.

Milan's family and my family rejected my marriage proposal, so I found the right opportunity, rushed into Milan's family and snatched him out.]

[…? ] [There are too many flaws, but it makes him invincible. ] [You higher species…] [The higher species don’t recognize me! ]

[…

Yes, I know what I did was terrible and harmful to myself.

But I couldn't help it.

Even after three lives, I still find it hard to resist my instinctive impulse. I miss him so much.

I long to touch the real Milan, I want Milan's touch, I want Milan's voice, I want to hear Milan softly describe our future again.

The memories of three lives messed up my mind. After I snatched Milan out, I was very excited and left the shouts of Milan's family guards far behind.

…

Yes, like a pervert.]

[Joshua, you are quite flexible in your self-awareness.]

[Joshua: Milan isn't home today, so let's be a little weird! ]

[…

I wrapped Milan in my cloak, drove the armor into a stormy planet with unstable climate, and left all pursuers behind.

I turned on the automatic driving mode and folded the seat back. The armor I was driving had a large internal space. I knelt on one knee in front of the driver's seat and took out the ring box that I had prepared long ago.

I waited nervously and quietly for Milan to lift her cloak.

But I waited and waited, and he just sat there without moving.

A palpitation quietly came over me.

I stood up and gently opened my cloak, and Milan's weak and pale face came into my eyes.

My hands shook and the ring box fell to the ground.

…

[The interview was paused for an hour. According to the author's observation, Mr. Joshua could not bear to tell this story. We tried to restart the interview several times, but Mr. Joshua could not insist on speaking complete sentences. Fortunately, Mr. Milan was present, and after an extra hour, Mr. Joshua's spirit finally stabilized.]

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Sorry, this is a memory I have always wanted to forget, but I never succeed.

...Milan, the situation in Milan at that time was...

That year, his family took him back and discovered that he had performed gland surgeries on himself so frequently that his hormone-producing glands had become deformed and atrophied.

So...so, huh...so, this new alliance family with new technology tried to heal Milan's glands again so that he could maintain a stable hormone production.

Milan's hormones are very valuable.

Milan resisted the surgery, and his resistance and struggle permeated his body and mind. He was in a state of hormonal stress for at least a year.

He became very weak.

…

I can't describe it any further, so I'll skip this part.

…

I took out all the treatment drugs in the armor. My hands shook several times and the treatment needle pierced Milan's bones many times.

When I took out the fifth row of treatment needles, I heard Milan's voice. He said hoarsely, "Stop. If you inject me again, I will choke."

I froze in place, my body suddenly went limp, and I knelt on one knee in front of him.

Milan didn't ask who I was. He looked too tired and his breathing was very weak.

This appearance reminds me of Milan in my first life.

I told myself many times at that time to be normal, to be normal.

But seeing Milan in this state, I couldn't hold on for even a second.

…

Sorry, I don't want to go into details, but basically I got sick with Milan when he was in a weak state.

That's bad, sorry...that's just too bad.

I don't want to recall it at all.

[The author noticed that Mr. Joshua was evasive, anxious, and twitching, but Mr. Milan signaled me with his eyes to continue the interview and not to delve into it.]

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When I came to my senses, Milan was already under me. I tasted blood in my mouth. I... I opened my mouth, and blood and tears flowed down my face.

I bit Milan.

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I was in a very crazy state. In my confused memory, I should have forced Milan to know me.

I hugged Milan and begged her not to look at me with such strange eyes.

I said I was Joshua, I said I was the Admiral, I said I met you when I was 16, I said I dreamed of you when I was 17, I said... I said a lot.

All memories are wrong.

Milan didn't resist much.

He tolerated me silently from beginning to end.

…

Well, he was looking down on me.

I know he is not afraid of death.

I looked at his cold and indifferent eyes, and I knew I couldn't explain myself clearly.

I then did something even more offensive.

I reached out to touch Milan's lower back, pulled out his tail hook, and tied his tail hook around my neck.

I let him sense me.]

[…? ] [Once again, I have a more intuitive understanding of Joshua’s insanity. ] [Direct? What are you talking about? Huh? ? …emmmm]

【Based on this behavior alone, he can be charged and sentenced to death in prison. 】

[As long as Joshua is in the modern world, the court will no longer pay attention to any female soldiers committing crimes. Joshua is a special weapon against the court! ]

[

I know his spine was injured and the tail hook is probably no longer usable.

But I was totally out of control.

I scratched my glands with my nails, flooding the rotten vibrissa nerves in his tail hook with the richest glandular blood and hormones.

I don’t know whether it was the Milan family’s surgery that worked or the five rows of treatment needles that were effective.

Maybe this is just my fantasy.

Milan sensed my madness.

…

I was happy, I was so happy at that time.

Even though Milan's eyes showed a bit of sadness and pity, I didn't care at all!

I could clearly feel that Milan was pitying me.

His decayed nerve tentacles were still entangled around my neck, and I was in telepathic communication with him.

Even though we were hurt, this was the first time we were close to each other.

I don't like insects to pity me, and I don't need any sympathy from insects. I am very strong. Even when I am the craziest, I am strong and I will not be hurt.

I hate it when bugs look at me like that.

But if it's Milan, it doesn't matter.

I can accept any meaning, any emotion, any negative look Milan gives me.

I am happy with whatever Milan gives me.

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I pressed against his chest, the blood from my mouth staining his clothes, and I begged him to touch me.

In my fourth life, I was very spiritually impoverished.

In my fourth life, I am actually a stitching monster.

I have no memories that are completely my "self". All my memories and goals are a combination of Joshua from my previous three lives.

So the request I am talking about is naturally the gift that Joshua once had in the previous three generations.

I asked Milan to touch my hair, and I expectedly and carefully repeated to him what Admiral Joshua had said to Heta Milan.

I said, I am snow and Christmas, you can touch me and you can feel the winter that you have never seen before.

I said, I am 16-year-old Joshua, you can talk to me and I will tell you everything about the future.

I said, I am the locked-up Joshua, Milan, and this time I escaped and caught up with you.

In the fourth life, which is the present me, I repeat their words over and over again. My meaning is to carry these evil thoughts.

I, a stitching monster, also wanted a gift, but I didn't know what I wanted. So I could only call Milan's name again and again, licking and sucking on the word, pretending that I could draw some small gift from his name.

However, Milan did not respond to the expectations of Joshua III.

He touched my head and raised his hand to wipe the blood from my lips with some difficulty.

Milan held my face and said to me: "If there is a next time, I hope you can remember this sentence."

"Hakuna Matata."

"These are the words of faith my adoptive father gave me."

"From today on, you will be free and free from worries."

“This is my gift to you, to Joshua, who is standing before me with his face covered in blood and tears.”]

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Suddenly, the little man in the live broadcast room stopped again, and this time the pixel man stood there for longer and longer time.

…

Meanwhile, cat eyes.

"Hakuna Matata..." Valentine repeated the words in the live broadcast room, and a strange feeling surged in his heart, and he felt a little dizzy.

Fisher Green frowned and said, "This is the third time there has been a pause. Can't he finish writing the story first and then read the private messages from the backstage?"

The short-haired male insect at the table looked out and saw his guardian making a gesture behind him. He immediately turned back and said, "Put away the computer quickly, Valentine's teacher is here!"

The long-haired male insect calmly sat up straight and looked at Valentine and Fisher. "It's already 4 a.m., I guess Fate won't be broadcasting anymore. Valentine, did you tell Mr. Gobelier that you were going out tonight?"

Valentine clutched the smart ring tightly and didn't want to return it to Fisher. Fate's story made him feel a familiar palpitation. He wanted to read it carefully again to find the reason for the palpitations in his heart.

But after only two seconds of hesitation, Valentine handed the AI ​​ring back to Fisher.

We can't have a conflict with Fisher at this time, nor can we cause Fisher to be kicked out of the temple area!

He is a rare male insect who has temporarily moved into the Temple District in recent years. His courage and means are more powerful than those of the B-level species who have lived in the Temple District since birth.

I need a personal AI, and only he can help me.

Valentine suppressed the inexplicable throbbing in his heart and begged his friends: "I said it, but I didn't say when I would be back. I used to be back at 11 o'clock. I was so fascinated by the movie tonight, you must help me to cheer me up."

"Please, please!" Valentine clasped his hands together and skillfully gave a flattering smile to his older brothers.

He has a pair of tender green cat eyes. He will be 18 years old in September. Now he has a round face, round eyes and a round nose. He is cute and smart. He tries to please anyone with his watery eyes.

In the small hall with curtains, the highest-ranking male insect asked for mercy from several gentlemen of lower rank than him, which immediately satisfied the subtle thoughts of the other three male insects, who nodded modestly.

Fisher hid the AI ​​in his dress, and he and Valentine hugged each other and said goodbye: "If there is a new live broadcast story, I will meet you again tomorrow."

Valentine smiled at them and waved to the guards outside the hall. He turned around and said, "Teacher Gobelier will annoy me tonight. I invite you to have afternoon tea at the Temple of Flowers tomorrow."

The other three male insects nodded modestly.

Valentine turned and left, took the initiative to meet his teacher, and walked back along the lakeside path together.

Gobelier put a pearl velvet cape on Valentine's shoulders and said, "The temperature is set low tonight. Remember to have your guardian wear the cape at the next night tea party."

Slowly and methodically he fastened Valentine's cloak pin and adjusted his cloak collar.

Valentine smiled at the teacher and said, "I didn't expect to be so engrossed in the conversation. They just came back from the clouds and had a lot of new and interesting news. I heard that my roommate was going to make a movie, so I asked more questions."

Gobelier remained silent. The smile on his face was exactly the same as Valentine's, with the corners of his mouth curved in the same way: "Just this time, it won't happen again."

Valentine's fingers, hidden in his cloak, suddenly curled up to absorb the warmth of the fur, and then loosened them again. He deliberately said in a funny way: "Yes, sir!"

Gobelier then smiled helplessly: "Mr. Valentine."

…

At the same time, in the North Pole star region, the military technology star.

Grid Green received the document contract from Fate, and sent Fate many messages in succession. The other party showed that he was online, but the messages were unread.

"Strange? Did you go to a meeting in the middle of the trip?"

Grid couldn't contact Fate, so he nervously adjusted his clothes again in front of the bathroom mirror and repeated the information Fate gave him in his mind.

In half an hour, he would go as Fate's representative to discuss cooperation with the responsible insect of the Military Technology Star.

Grid looked at himself in the mirror, full of energy and with light in his eyes.

The two groups were about to go to war, and the Military Technology Star was afraid that the cooperation would change, so it personally sent a hired guard corps to pick up Fate's agent bug in advance. Grid arrived at the North Pole Star a day in advance.

Not only that, they also solved all the immigration problems for Grid Green and arranged top-notch food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The ID card, contribution points, gold, etc. that Grid had been worried about on the spaceship were nothing in the face of absolute power.

After he landed, a full set of new documents was personally delivered to him by the Secretary-General of the Military Science and Technology Department.

This secretary general is a high-level A-grade type, one level higher than Grid, but he is very kind to Grid.

Secretary General: "This is your ID forwarded by Mr. Fate. It contains the pass to many advanced planets. Mr. Fate reminded you to carry your ID with you next time. Please don't lose it carelessly."

Among the documents were many customs passes that he had applied for before, which required him to wait in line for half a month. The strict review of the advanced planet was now like an unlocked garden door, open to Grid at will.

After Grid got these genuine passes, his heart was pounding. He quickly guessed that these special passes must have come from the advanced planet that had discussed cooperation with Fate!

Grid had never seen Fate's face, nor had he ever heard Fate's real voice.

But when he held these documents, it was as if Fate was standing in front of him, shaking his hand with power in the air.

Therefore, there is nothing to be afraid of if you cannot contact Fate for the time being. Everyone has a first time.

Grid adjusted his tie in front of the mirror, took a last deep breath, and walked out.

The last contact was 20 minutes ago, and Fate played another negotiating trump card to put pressure on Grid.

Grid will follow Fate's request and try his best to negotiate a group of AI-controlled armored legions for Fate before September.

He had been in the shadows for so long that he almost forgot that he had a pair of fangs.

Grid pushed open the door, and the high-level A-class secretary and bodyguard bowed to him.

The high-level B-class Grid smiled a perfect social smile, his blue eyes were as bright as a clear sky, almost burning.

…

"uncle."

"Starry sky."

"There's a cut." Luo Lai and Luo Li said in unison.

"I see."

Shi Cunjin placed one hand on the aviation glass and looked out of the starship with a serious expression. The interface of the intelligent computer ring was still in the background of the live broadcast room. The comments section was surging with comments, and all the audience were asking where Fate had gone.

Outside the Black Shield starship, in the vast space, a pulse cannon that was so brilliant that it was terrifying blasted out a jet of fire in the starry night sky.

The pulse cannon burned at an insanely high temperature, the flames blazing a bright white light in the starry night sky.

It was as if a giant tore through the darkness with his bare hands, blocking the path of the Black Shield starships.

Directly behind the horrific artillery fire was a group of battleships marked with the Wasp military emblem.

At this moment, the cabin broadcast a cold reminder: "Under enemy attack, the Black Shield will make an emergency landing to the 56th medium-sized star in the sequence area within 10 minutes. The pressure intensity will increase after 60 seconds. Passengers are requested to quickly go to the nearest decompression chamber to prepare for a forced landing."

The door of the first-class cabin was opened by a bug, and Bill said in a deep voice outside: "Follow me!"

Shi Cunjin grabbed his backpack and pushed Luo Lai and Luo Li, "Move forward!"