Chapter 272: It's all hers
Countless shells exploded above Anno's head, like dazzling fireworks.
But this is not the fireworks of a peaceful and prosperous era, but the gunfire of war.
She felt that she had played for enough.
Dennis wanted war, he wanted to go mad, he wanted the entire galaxy to pave the way for his insane ideas and perish with him.
The Interstellar Alliance had probably never been so united, all ganging up on Dennis to stop his insane actions.
Anno continuously received information from his followers on the consciousness network, as Dennis's army of superpowered beings waged war against them in various places.
At this moment, the puppet king in Dennis's hands was right in front of her.
During the days she spent with Brightman, Anno put on an act in front of him in order to gain his trust.
But acting aside, she also tried to understand Brightman.
During the few days she spent with Xinghuo, she also realized something: Xinghuo and her second sister were both influenced by her core fragment. Brightman was the same as them; they all had a certain obsession with her. However, Brightman was raised by Dennis and turned into a ruthless war machine.
Anno walked towards Brightman step by step. She hadn't noticed the core fragment on him before, so she assumed Dennis had hidden it. Now she noticed it; it was on Brightman.
Brightman brought her core fragments with her.
When she saw that Brightman appeared before them alone, she knew that Brightman wanted to see her.
There was no other reason; I simply wanted to see her.
Fearing she wouldn't pay attention to him or approach him, he brought the core fragment with him.
He knew that with the core fragment, she would definitely come to his side.
In just a few days, she began to learn about Brightman.
She still considered him an enemy and distrusted him, but she understood his obsession with her.
Brightman turned around, his back to a dazzling starry sky.
But looking at that loneliness, that solitary figure, made even smaller by the vast expanse of space.
Brightman's face remained expressionless as he watched Anno walk towards him, his deep, dark eyes gradually brightening.
From birth until now, he has always been like this, a stagnant pool, unmoved by anyone.
Unlike embryos normally cultivated in a petri dish, he was the most perfect embryo cultivated in the secret god-making project carried out by the Northern River System.
But perfection comes at a price.
He is a perfect machine, devoid of emotion, devoid of any feelings, and incapable of love.
To make him even more perfect, Dennis had him stay with Aloo's core from a young age, and he also had a core fragment in his body.
He has to learn many things every day, and there are countless government affairs to read. Dennis wants to groom him into a perfect successor.
He learns things very quickly, but even at his fastest pace, he can't learn about all the civilizations in the entire interstellar space.
Therefore, he had no friends because Dennis didn't think it was important, and he himself had no interest in relationships.
But sometimes, he still feels a little lost.
He felt that his life was meaningless, as dull as a machine that kept repeating itself.
His life is predictable; the machine is old and useless, so it should be replaced and discarded.
This was his fate.
He understood the meaning of his birth from the age of five.
This signifies his father, Allard, his uncle, Dennis, and the power he will hold in the future—his throne.
But what about him? Who is he?
Then, he began to get something different from the core.
He saw the girl in the core; he knew her name and who she was.
He began to wait, and began to feel that his machine-like life was starting to have meaning.
But he forgot one thing: her life was ruined by Dennis and his gang, so she hated them and didn't want to be with him.
She is an insectoid, and she has her own racial customs.
She has a retinue, she has a little male insect king, she will love them, she will like the person who takes care of her, but she will not like him.
She didn't want to stay by his side; she resisted him from the very beginning.
This was the first time since he was born that he felt a huge hole in his heart that nothing could fill.
For most of his eighteen years of life, she was his partner.
The woman he saw in his dream was so real. She would take him to crowded streets, squeeze into small stalls, just to have a bite of ice cream. She would make him try every flavor of ice cream, and then ask him with a smile which one was the best.
He couldn't explain it, so she bought one of everything and ate until she was stuffed.
Upon waking up, he instructed his subordinates to buy the same ice cream as in his dream, which tasted exactly the same.
In her dreams, she would pull him along on a flying machine, soaring through skyscrapers.
They were still studying at the same school, and she sat next to him. She couldn't understand the lessons the teacher was teaching, so she would mutter complaints to him and then pester him to help her with her homework.
When she encountered a class she didn't like, she would lie on the table and doze off, using his hand as a cushion.
Over time, he stopped thinking of these as dreams and began to believe that they were real, and that the world he was in was an illusion.
In this illusory world, he is a puppet, a machine without emotions.
The only real her wouldn't smile at him; she was always wary of him.
He can no longer distinguish what is real.
He began to feel the same confusion as before. He seemed to see turning gears in front of him, like an old machine that kept turning day after day, the gears rusted and about to stop.
The fate of machines that are constantly being replaced is replacement or discard.
Nobody cares about a machine.
Even he himself wouldn't feel sorry for her; he just wanted her by his side.
“Bryman”.
Anno stopped in front of Brightman.
Brightman looked at the girl in front of him, her expression calm, without the dependence he had shown when he was pretending to be drunk, or the resistance and disgust he had shown when he was sober. She looked at him as if he were just an insignificant person.
“Aloo,” he said, “Come with me. Dennis will succeed soon, and the entire interstellar space will be mine, and it will be yours.”
Anno gave a bitter smile: "And then what? The universe is so vast, with so many races and civilizations. How long can you and Dennis rule?"
"You are nothing but a puppet in Dennis's hands, a tool for him to seize power. The Stars will never be yours."
Brightman looked into her eyes and said, "I will have all the power; he can't really control me."
“Is that so?” Anno said, “In that case, you should stop being his tool. Brightman, you always ask me what I like, why don’t you ask yourself what you like?”
“Bryman, I have carefully looked at all your paintings. You have things you like and a life you want to live, but these are not what you want now.”
A hint of doubt flashed in Brightman's eyes. "But isn't this what you wanted?"
Anno was slightly taken aback. "You mean, dominating the interstellar space is what I want?"
Brightman asked seriously, "Isn't that right?"
Anno paused for a long time before saying, "I am the Zerg Queen, and I will rule the entire Zerg in the future. That's enough. Every civilization has its own leader. Moreover, a tyrannical rule like yours, which disregards the lives of anyone, will not last long and will not succeed."
Brightman lowered his eyes. "I thought you wanted to."
He simply wanted to give her everything she wanted.
She wanted the core back, so he gave her the key.
She wanted revenge on the Northern River system, so he secretly stirred up trouble within it.
Now that she wants to rebuild the Interstellar Alliance, he will offer her the entire galaxy.
“Anunu, tell me, what do you want?” Brightman looked up at Anno, the boy’s voice clear and slightly hoarse, yet steady and firm.
Anuo was startled by what she heard.
This was the first time Anno had looked directly into his eyes, and the first time she had seen his eyes so bright.
Tanvel's voice echoed in Anno's consciousness: "Your Highness, my consciousness has been implanted."
"But... his will is very strong, I'm afraid he won't be able to control it for long."
Anno took a deep breath and said to Brightman, "My core fragments, and the Blood Gold Stone."
"good."
Brightman sensed the consciousness entering his mind and did not defend himself. Anunu didn't actually need to let her retinue enter his mind; he would grant her whatever she wanted.
There was nothing to steal from his mind.
He never cared about Dennis's affairs, nor did he ever participate in the process. He was a qualified machine, a qualified puppet, only involved in the results.
His mind was mostly filled with thoughts of her.
He turned the dream into his memory, and in his memory, only Anunu's face was clear.
And the memories of these eighteen years are mostly about her.
Tanville's consciousness swirled in Brightman's mind, and almost all of Brightman's most vivid memories were about their prince, leaving him utterly astonished.
He tried to manipulate Brightman's consciousness to make him hand over the core fragments of His Highness and the Blood Gold Stone, and to stop the war. He found that Brightman's consciousness did not resist, but was very compliant, which meant that he also had this intention.
This puppet heir of Dennis is completely devoted to their prince.
Caesar, who was standing nearby, asked him, "How did it go?"
Tanville exclaimed, "I feel like my abilities are somewhat superfluous. This Brightman, he... he actually turned dreams into his own memories. Unbelievable."
People with psychic abilities have the means to turn dreams into memories, and even implant false memories. Once this is done, the person will never be able to distinguish between dreams and reality for the rest of their life.
"I never imagined that His Highness's core fragment would drive him to such an obsession."
Sitar looked at the two people in front of him, his eyes slightly darkening.
Brightman, Spark, and Karina are actually quite similar, but Brightman is clearly more obsessive and emotionally empty.
That's because Brightman not only came into contact with the core fragments, he spent too much time with Anunu's core, and unlike Karina, he wasn't adopted by a normal family, and no one taught him what love is.
Dennis's teachings undoubtedly made him a powerful tool in his hands.
He looks gentle now, but only when he's facing Anunu.
We must not let our guard down.
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