My Mythical Fleet

In the darkest era, he ignited the prairie fire. Facing the strongest enemies, he fought alone. Some call him a warlord of chaotic times, while others see him as a benevolent minister who saves the world.

He is a representative of an era and a legend in the eyes of posterity. However, when he dies, only three people mourn silently at his funeral. The first to mourn him is his enemy.

That day, Odin stopped his merry drinking. That day, Azathoth opened his eyes. That day, Horus raised his golden cup. That day, Shennong halted his steps. That day, the Human Emperor drew his treasured sword.

"He was not a fearsome enemy, but a respectable hero." — The epitaph left by King Aquiy of Lihe.

Forced into the interstellar era, the gods return. The struggling writer is forced to fill the pits, embarking on the path of revival. In the dangerous starry expanse, he leads humanity to glory.