"Uncle Jin, I'm leaving the Empire soon. You can live your life as you please. Just don't get involved with those people. If you're willing to come with me, I'll come and get you once I've settled down."
Uncle Jin's son and daughter both died on the battlefield a long time ago, and now they live on government pensions.
Having received care from the couple for many years, Xie Ming naturally knew that they treated him like their own son.
Uncle Jin held his hand and looked at him seriously, saying, "Xiao Ming, we are all a burden. Once you leave here, start over and don't worry about us."
Xie Ming understood his meaning perfectly: the Federation and the Empire had always been in competition.
Both alliances exercise extremely strict control over population and resources, making it virtually impossible to change nationality, let alone for Xie Ming given his original status.
Renouncing one's original nationality is tantamount to treason, and even if one goes to another country, one will be very unwelcome.
Uncle Jin knew that Xie Ming was capable of leaving his current identity and going to the Federation, so he didn't want to drag him down.
"Uncle Jin, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Besides, I want to have a complete family over there. I'd rather spend time with you and Aunt Jin than with anyone else."
After hearing Xie Ming's words, Uncle Jin's eyes lit up. What Xie Ming meant was that once they arrived in the Federation, they would officially be a family.
Many years ago, the loss of their child nearly took their lives.
If it weren't for Xie Ming next door, he didn't know if he and his wife would have been able to get over their grief. So, in his eyes, Xie Ming saved him and his wife.
Seeing Uncle Jin's softened expression, Xie Ming felt a little relieved, knowing that the matter was almost settled.
Then he added, "Uncle Jin, the He family will definitely take action next. When 'Xie Ming' is gone from the hospital, you can cremate him. As for the government's compensation, don't worry about it. If Xie Yuchen wants it, just give it to him."
"That's too easy on him!"
"Don't worry, he won't be able to keep that money."
Uncle Jin immediately understood. Yes! Without Xie Ming, did he think he could still be a carefree young master like before?
At this point, he began to doubt Xie Yuchen's intelligence. He had personally undermined his backer! What kind of operation was this?
After the two whispered to each other in the cockpit for a while, Xie Ming finally tied the man up again, inflicting numerous injuries on him, before ordering his men to throw him back into his home.
After seeing Uncle Jin off, Xie Ming stayed in the Empire for a few days. Using his current identity, he extracted Helan Muyi's spiritual power and transferred it to Mo Xiaobai before leaving the main planet in his spaceship.
A few days later, news spread throughout the empire that Helan Muyi, the heir of the Helan family, had been piloting a spacecraft to star F3052 when it exploded.
Helan Muyi was the heir of the Helan family, and his death undoubtedly caused a great upheaval in the family.
When Uncle Jin received the news, he knew that Xie Ming was behind it, but he didn't tell his wife and let her cry her heart out in front of others. After all, everyone knew about their feelings for the Xie brothers.
If they slip up when dealing with that "fake Xie Ming," it will cause trouble for Xie Ming who is faking his death.
Meanwhile, Xie Ming, far away in the uninhabited area of star T-AXA002, was dismantling He Lan's aircraft.
The garbage planet Xie Ming chose is inhabited by hundreds of billions of civilians, so it's the most convenient place for him to start if he wants to obtain formal citizenship.
In the interstellar era, the classification of human beings is extremely strict, and both the Empire and the Federation have their own junk planets.
The people living on the garbage planet are the lowest class abandoned by the Alliance, and it is extremely difficult for them to obtain formal citizenship.
Either they suddenly become rich and can donate huge sums of money to the alliance, or they have mental strength of B grade or above, or they can get into the highest military academy.
People living on garbage planets are looked down upon, and many garbage planet inhabitants would rather forgo legal status than be labeled as ordinary citizens of garbage planets.
People like Xie Ming who defect often choose to live on garbage planets; it's chaotic, but at least they have a way to survive.
After Xie Ming arrived, he no longer planned to use his original appearance and age; he also planned to apply for the mecha manufacturing and design major at the First Military Academy.
He didn't want to go to the battlefield. As a professional fighter, wouldn't he just be wasting his time there?
So he chose to become a mecha engineer as his career.
Speaking of which, many technologies in this interstellar era are quite problematic.
For example, there are laser cannons but they have a cooldown period, and there are mechs but no space control... Various technologies are either indispensable or useless.
Just like the materials used in the mechs here, the size of the mechs is determined by controlling the number and distance of particles through mental energy.
Mech warriors without S-level mental power are unable to shrink and store their mechs, and when they go into battle, they mainly rely on interstellar warships to transport them to the battlefield one by one.
When faced with a large-scale insect swarm, if the mechs are not delivered in time, soldiers' lives will be used to make up for it.
When Xie Ming arrived, he had considered using cultivation and weapon crafting techniques to create mechs and change the situation, but later he found that it wouldn't work!
The materials alone are separated by a time and space barrier, unless he changes the interstellar era to a cultivation interstellar era.
If he really did that, it would take him thousands of years to leave this world, which would be far too time-consuming. Xie Ming had no choice but to start from the very basics of "aircraft dismantling," since all he currently had were the aircraft he'd swindled from the He family.
As for the mecha on his neck? That's impossible to remove; it's his last act of defiance.
It took Xie Ming two or three days to disassemble and reassemble it. He either fell asleep or woke up during the explosions every day.
If it weren't for his numerous aliases, he would have been the first "god" to fake his death.
After another explosion, Xie Ming crawled out of the rubble, covered in smoke, and shook off the dust.
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