Our missions had always been divided into two parts. The first part was to fight the Abyss, the Fallen Apostle, or the end of the world. The second part was to think of ways to deal with the aftermath of various cataclysmic events. In most cases, once we entered the aftermath phase, I couldn't wait to rush out and fight the Abyss, the Fallen Apostle, or the end of the world again...
Like now.
"In other words, after the preliminary statistics, the total number of Lost Voyagers and their descendants that we can resettle has already reached an inspiring … 10%, right?"
I looked up from the reports that filled the table. I felt my chin trembling.
The special inspector of the Space Administration who was standing in front of the table looked like he was about to cry. "We've tried our best."
Please don't speak in such a tone as if the rescue had failed. If it's possible, please try harder! Otherwise, the one who should have been sent for rescue would be me, your boss!
After this grand battle that was named the "World Liberation War" in a very melodramatic manner, how to resettle the Lost Voyagers and their descendants that were stranded in this world became our top priority. The most ideal and most direct situation was of course to return to where they came from. Let them return to their hometowns. Those who should get married would get married, and those who should see their wives would see their wives. However, the statistics gave everyone a shock. The number of people that could be repatriated in this way was actually so little!
Most of the Lost Voyagers that could be directly repatriated were limited to the "New Race" that had entered this universe in the last fifty years. Their first generation was basically still alive, and they were getting old. These old people who longed for their homeland were very happy to return home. They also had the conditions to quickly return home and adapt. However, these people accounted for less than 10% of the total population of the universe.
Only now did I know that the number of Lost Voyagers that entered this world every year only accounted for a small portion of the total population growth. Most of the people here were actually the descendants of the Lost Voyagers who had survived in previous generations. They had already stayed in this world for several generations, or even dozens of generations. A more extreme example would be the Iron Ball Race of Bibolu (please forgive this kind of concise and clear name). They had already stayed in this universe for tens of thousands of years!
And the long years spent in an unfamiliar world was enough to mold a race into a different form in all aspects.
Now, most of the people in this universe were born and raised newborns. Their memories of their homeland were limited to those that were passed down by word of mouth. Perhaps some old people in some old families would attach great importance to those memories that were entrusted with hope, but the younger generation probably had no impression of it. They did not care if they could return to the "homeland" that they knew nothing about. They had even simply adapted to the "cultural environment" of this world where the races were integrated. Of course, this did not include the exciting life of fighting "Shepherds" every day.
And relatively speaking, their homeworld has also undergone great changes over the long years. Successive governments have changed, and generations of cultures have intersected. When we compared the historical images we collected from the Resistance with the modern video samples of the corresponding world collected by the Space Administration, we found that none of them matched.
Therefore, the "new people" who were born and raised in this universe could no longer adapt to the customs and culture of their original world. When they returned home, what they faced was definitely not the warmth of their homeland, but the predicament that made it almost impossible for them to survive. You can imagine what it would be like for a people to return after being isolated from their homeland for hundreds of years. Aside from the appearance that did not change much, they had almost become two different species on the inside.
A small group of "new peoples" with such conditions were sent back to their original worlds on an experimental basis. Within a few days, the proportion of immigrants who applied to return to their original worlds had reached one hundred percent. They could not live in their so-called homeland at all. There, they felt the same embarrassment that their ancestors had when they were first lost in this world. Moreover, the reception parties from those worlds were also complaining. Although they had received a notice from the Space Administration to welcome these wanderers who had been lost for thousands of years, when both parties met, they had no choice but to treat each other as strange and dangerous aliens. They spoke terms that no one understood, had neurotic daily habits, and were at a loss for the city life without lights and lights. Moreover, they condemned the social convention of "ordinary citizens are not allowed to carry weapons". After a few days of unbearable oppression, the experimental returnees who were brought back by the Space Administration all looked haggard. They expressed that they could not accept the life of being watched like monkeys by the people of their hometown.
This was only one of the situations. The Space Administration was actively communicating with the various world governments that had been integrated into the Macro World and had established secret diplomatic relations with the Empire. These efforts might be able to slightly ease the pressure on some of the adaptable immigrants, but there was still a large number of lost people and their descendants that could not be accommodated at all. Either their world coordinates could not be found, or their race had already perished. Worse still, the world they lived in had already been destroyed.
What would happen to these people who had no home to return to? This was the most troublesome problem!
"How about we let them stay in this world?"
My sister's gentle voice woke me up from my thoughts. I looked up and saw a cup of hot tea placed in front of me.
"I have also considered this, but where do you want them to live? The celestial system of this universe is collapsing. After the library, which was the world management terminal, was closed, the operation of the universe has ceased. Although according to Jingle, the space here is an automatic system and there is no danger of it collapsing, but a world without any celestial system, how are they going to survive? "
This was what gave us a headache. Generally speaking, since the people here had already adapted to the unique customs and environment of this world, why not just let them live here? But the situation was far from optimistic. This universe was an artificial graveyard world created by the ancient Shiring Apostles. Its celestial system needed to be supported by the servo system of the library. After the library was closed, we found that the celestial system of the entire universe was gradually losing control.
Now Jingle was using her own power to barely slow down the chaos, but the time left for us was not more than a month.
To move hundreds of billions of people to a new world where they could survive in a month, should I consider Pandora's proposal to find a nearby universe and invade it?
Just as I was thinking about this dangerous idea, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Vega, who was acting as the security guard, reported, "Sir, Funa is here."
"Let her in."
A young girl in a simple greyish-white dress walked into the room. Although she still had a mechanical face, her eyes now seemed to have a glimmer of life, which meant that her brain was gradually adapting to her new body.
The new body of the Shiring Apostles.
Initially, our plan was to create a super strong human body for Funa, similar to the model that we gave to Liliana or Ilya. However, the expert in charge of examining the bodies of the leaders of the various races soon found out that the situation of the Mechanic Queen was special. As the "corpse" that she had been using all along had a part of the spiritual obsession of the Shiring Apostles, Funa's soul had also mutated. She was currently unable to adapt to the life of a human. So, we had no choice but to give her a brand new body of the Shiring Apostles, from head to toe. Then, we transferred her soul as a whole to permanently eliminate the possibility of rejection.
Therefore, Funa was now the only special case among the leaders of the various races who were unable to recover their human body. She herself didn't care about it, and it was said that many people were envious of her exception. Now, Funa was considered a citizen of the Empire. To an ordinary race that had just been rescued from the abyss of misery by the Empire, it was a glorious thing.
"Funa, how is your body?"
Seeing that she was still walking a little stiffly, I couldn't help but ask with concern.
"I'm adapting very well, my friend. Thank you for your concern." Funa tried to smile, but the serious lack of training in her expression almost scared me. She quickly resumed her serious expression. "You don't look too well, my friend."
"Isn't it because of the end of the world?" I spread my hands. "You also have the right to check the public information link. You should know what we are worried about."
Funa blinked. "My friend, I am here for this. This is the statistics of the Resistance Army and the things that my friends asked me to pass to you."
I took the information screen that Funa handed over and glanced at it. "What does this mean?"
"The Resistance Army was officially disbanded yesterday afternoon. After that, all the forces formed by the Lost Voyagers and their descendants held a 24-hour emergency meeting. In the end, they reached a consensus. All the forces have decided to voluntarily give up all their independent sovereignty and unite as the 'Pan-Galactic Civilization Community'..."
Following Funa's words, my gaze slowly swept across the information screen.
It was a declaration made by the leaders of all the forces, directed at all the intelligent beings in the universe:
"... From today onwards, the Free Kingdom of Gotark, the Roland Gale Financial Group, the Holy Empire, the Violet Federation... the Anduval United Nations announce the disbandment of all forces. All the forces have voluntarily given up their sovereignty. The 'Pan-Galactic Civilization Community' is now established. All intelligent beings in the universe will no longer have their old nationality and will all become members of the Community...
... Members of the various races in the Community can choose to return to their homeworld or choose to stay. But no matter where you are in the future, the Community will always welcome you and your descendants...
... Due to the reasons previously announced, most of us can no longer return to our homeworld. The Community will be a civilization in exile. Our only choice is to make the four corners of the world our home... "
After I finished reading the words on the information screen, I raised my eyes and looked into Funa's clear eyes. "Sandora has made contact with you, right?"
"Yes, according to the suggestion of Her Majesty Sandora and the two Grand Senators of the New Eden Federation, we have decided to become a clan of the Empire similar to the New Eden Federation. After the World Liberation War, the population of the universe has decreased sharply. Now, the population of the entire Pan-Galactic Civilization Community is about 100 billion. After deducting the number of people who can return to their homeworld, we still have a population of 90 billion. These people will need at least ten colonial planets to settle down. Now that we have no home to return to, we can only place our hopes on you."
Funa's very frank words made me smile bitterly. In the end, it really turned out to be like this.
"Alright, then listen to my arrangements."
Pushing the report on the table away, I finally made up my mind.
"Just as you know, the celestial system of this world that has been deliberately modified is about to collapse. Very soon, all the planets will be reshuffled and the gravity will be averaged. The matter of this universe will gradually change from being concentrated in the core region to being evenly distributed until it returns to the appearance of a normal universe. In this process, you will undoubtedly lose the possibility of living on a peaceful and peaceful land. Our original plan was to use this world as an armory to anchor the Death Star Fleet and other planetary battleships on standby. Those planets that are floating around randomly won't affect our planetary fortress much... "
The Lost Voyagers and their descendants were already homeless. In other words, they could also travel the world at any time. My current decision was to have them live on the Death Star Fleet and other planetary fortresses!
In times of peace, I was also considering how the Death Star Fleet should be on standby. The Psionic Death Star was an ultimate weapon, which meant that the chances of it going out on the battlefield would be pitifully low. In fact, even in times of war, it might not be able to go out for more than a few days in ten years. This meant that most of the time, the Death Star Fleet would only be on standby. What was wasteful was that it was impossible for the Death Star Fleet to completely shut down. Even at its lowest power output, it would still consume energy equivalent to one sun every second. Everyone knew that I was a person who lived my life.
When faced with such a huge waste, many of your customs and habits would become strange. Everyone knew that I was a person who lived a normal life, and there were precedents of using planetary fortresses as temporary colonial planets and agricultural bases. I had always been thinking about this: Could the Death Star Fleet really become a vibrant solar system?
"I can let you live peacefully on the Empire's planetary battleships. Due to a slightly crazy military expansion, many of those gigantic spaceships have been piled up in the Empire's armory. However, they won't have the chance to appear in most regular battles. I can choose twenty planetary fortresses from them that have been damaged or have outdated technology. These fortresses might not have many chances to appear on the battlefield again, so why don't you let them become your new homes? Then, the various races of the Pan-Galactic Civilization Community can survive in this world that is about to go berserk. However, there will be two problems with this. First, even if the semi-retired planetary battleships that you live on won't be used in battle again, the Death Star Fleet might still be deployed at any time. At that time, many of your customs and habits will probably become strange. For example, you will habitually watch your sun disappear, then go home and turn on the television to calmly watch the news of the starship activating its gravitational correction system and the artificial sky screen. Or, you will find the sky above you suddenly turn gray and the huge word 'LOADING' appearing above it. Second, and more importantly, you will become the Empire's minions. To put it bluntly, you will just be a vassal. You have paid such a huge price to welcome peace and freedom, but after joining the Empire, you will have to face war at any time. "
"Friend," Funa suddenly twitched the corner of her mouth. "Actually, Her Majesty Sandora told me long ago that you would definitely say these words.
We have considered everything clearly, including the obligations we will have to bear after becoming a vassal of the Empire. I think that overall, this choice is advantageous. The world is about to be destroyed, and most of us are homeless. Other than accepting the Empire's protection, there is no way we can survive on our own. The current situation does not give us a choice at all. Moreover, so-called peace and freedom are things that we must pay a price for. Since your Empire can give our people a peaceful life, then in exchange, fighting for you is not something that we feel uncomfortable about. The two Grand Senators of the New Eden Federation even mentioned the great cause of the Empire. Only then did we know that you are fighting to save worlds, to destroy some extremely dangerous demonic power. If we can participate in such a great cause, it may be a kind of honor. At least, it is much better than gradually weakening in endless internal friction. Moreover, from a personal point of view, I think that being by your side is the right choice. You are excellent, powerful, and have the highest authority, but you are still upright. You are a wise ruler, and you are worthy of our following. "
I listened to her in a daze. Then, I quickly took out a recording pen. "Funa, hurry up and say it again. I will record it and listen to it twice before going to bed at night. This will help with blood circulation!"
Funa: "…"
Today was the seventh day since the establishment of the Pan-Galactic Civilization Community. The Death Star Fleet and the other two temporarily created artificial star systems (simple star creation technology, with the help of the Psionic Death Star, this type of nuclear fusion reactor was not difficult to mass produce) had already been completed at the edge of the Great Nebula. The remaining 100 billion people in the entire universe were gradually landing on these artificial stars. There were already cities built for emergency colonization, with all the basic facilities available. It was worth mentioning that these were all technologies from the New Eden Federation.
In the words of a certain sharp-tongued priestess, this was the only technological field of the New Eden Federation that surpassed that of the Xiling Empire: fugitive technology.
"For those who have lost their homeland forever, I hope that they can treat these war machines as their second home and fill this place with vitality."
Looking at the busy transport fleet in space, I suddenly had a thought.
A certain natural anti-con immediately muttered, "Don't sigh for them, at least it is better than being dead."
"From today onwards, we are a race that lives on the weapons of the Empire," a self-mocking voice came into my ears.
Looking towards the source of the voice, I saw a golden-haired young man in a luxurious military uniform holding the arm of a young lady, looking at the scene in space with a complicated expression.
We only got to know these two people recently. Before this, their images had always been bright sparks jumping on the projector. I believe you have guessed it, they were the former leaders of the Resistance Army.
King Andoine of the Holy Kingdom and his wife Becky. Ten days ago, the two of them were still a group of energy creatures, but now this husband and wife who had gone through hardships have obtained a new life.
"This is only temporary. We are currently selecting suitable planets from other worlds and creating some stable planets. We are also seizing the time to create more efficient artificial stars. By then, a portion of your population will be able to live on a normal planet. Of course, the scene in the sky might be a little exciting. It is said that the chaos of the celestial bodies will take tens of thousands of years to pass …"
"Actually, there is no difference in what kind of planet one lives on, is there? You are still under the absolute protection of the Empire. "
"That's true." I shrugged. "How do I put it … I have always admired you. People who fight for freedom are always admirable. So now, I feel a little guilty for depriving you of your freedom. It is said that there are people in the Community who feel uncomfortable because of this."
The cultured golden-haired young man smiled at me. "Your Majesty, please do not misunderstand me. I am just mocking our current dramatic situation. I am not dissatisfied with your arrangements. Just like what the Archbishop said, this is at least a better situation than death. In this world, everyone knows that freedom and peace come with a price. Compared to the warriors who died in battle, the price that we, who enjoy the fruits of victory, have to pay is negligible."
The young lady beside him smiled at us shyly. "When I woke up, I heard that all the intelligent races in the universe had voluntarily submitted to the rule of the Empire. At that time, I thought that the end of the world had finally come. But Andoine told me that it was the opposite. The end of the world had just ended. No matter what, you are helping us. As for the guilt of depriving others of their freedom …"
At this point, the young lady suddenly burst into laughter. "I never thought that the head of the Empire, who is so exaggerated, would have such a headache. She is still worried that she will not be able to save the world …"
"Becky!" Andoine quickly tugged at his partner and smiled awkwardly at me. "She has always been like this."
"It's okay. I am used to it." I scratched my head. "I am just a good person who is not even at ease as a savior. You don't mind Sandora's way of doing things is really beyond my expectations. To be honest, I have to bear so many burdens all the time."
A voice sounded behind me. "It is even more beyond my expectations that you can let such a vulgar race like us live on your planetary battleship."
"Roland Gale," Andoine saw the old man walking towards us and immediately called out from afar. "How does it feel to step on the ground again?"
"It is really good to have hands and feet. But you, the feeling of breathing again must be very novel, right? And you have regained your youth with your wife? Haha … "The valiant old man in military uniform walked quickly to our side." Your Majesty, the immigrants in the Eastern Sky are all in place. From tomorrow onwards, they can live normally. "
"That's good. But I have to remind you, although the planetary battleship can be used as a planet, you must not habitually drill on it! You don't know how hard it is to polish it! "
Roland Gale was stunned. "To be honest, it is really unbelievable that you can let such a vulgar race like us live on the strategic weapon of the Empire. According to the habits of ordinary races like us, such a strategic weapon is not even allowed to be touched by our own people, not to mention outsiders."
"It's okay. Anyway, those things are now locked. You can't break them," I said frankly. "Believe it or not, if I let you open up your research, you won't be able to remove a piece of its armor plate in a hundred years."
Everyone: "… You can't be so arrogant!"
Under the full cooperation of their respective leaders and the guidance of the experienced New Eden Federation, the resettlement work proceeded smoothly. Now, it was nearing the end. The entire Death Star Fleet (of course, it was just a name. In reality, other than the core Death Star, the other satellites of the Celestial Fleet had been replaced with the old starships that we first built in the Keplu Star Zone. The truly powerful "Twelve Zodiac Temples" had already returned to standby) and two temporary artificial star systems had a total of more than twenty mild planets, which could comfortably accommodate the immigrants of various races. The countless lives in the Milky Way were now reduced to such a small number. I have to say, it was a very sad thing. However, the joy of victory had temporarily diluted the sorrow of the deceased. The Pan-Galactic Civilization Community was actively preparing to welcome their Independence Day celebration in their new home. The aftermath of the war in this world was basically over. Only Tawil was still leading her engineers to carry out some technical work, such as fine-tuning the radiation frequency of the Death Star to make it more suitable for living beings to live under. She also corrected all the gravitational shields of the celestial system to ensure that the new settlement would not be affected when the great collapse came a few days later. As for our side, we began to prepare to return home.
After dragging on for so many days, Sylvia was about to die of anxiety — although she still looked very relaxed.
It was worth mentioning that there was one more person who was going back with us: Fina.
This was not something surprising. The government of the Pan-Galactic Civilization Community had been reorganized into a parliamentary system. Many of the old leaders, who were already tired, took this opportunity to hand over the responsibilities on their shoulders to the new leaders they had chosen. Fina also gave up her identity as a queen. Now that she had no job, she naturally had to consider where she would go in the future.
Hundreds of years had passed, and Fina's hometown had undergone earth-shattering changes. That place was a completely foreign world to Fina. Even her homeland had disappeared in the dust of history, and it was boring to stay in this universe. We all knew Fina's daily hobbies — she had no hobbies at all. This mechanical chick spent even more time in a daze than Pandora. She wanted to change this situation, and now that she had the official identity of an Apostle, in the end, our queen decided to follow us back. She believed that the Empire could be considered as her second home. Living with her new people there might make her life in the future more interesting. We were also happy to give her a new home. The City of Shadows had recently started to register for the second batch of residents, so it was a good opportunity to give her a name …
On the last day before we left this world, everyone was making their own preparations. All the departments in the fleet were busy, including the upper echelons of the Empire who usually had nothing to do. Shallow Shallow went shopping with her sister early in the morning. They even brought a transport ship with them, saying that they wanted to buy some local specialties for everyone in the City of Shadows. I really wanted to persuade them. It was not easy for them to have so little resources, and this was not the way to boost the economy. Sandora went to the Pan-Galactic Civilization Community's parliament. She still had some things to arrange. After all, the Community had now become residents of the Empire's weapons. They had to respond to the possible military operations of the Empire in the future. Since they had accepted the protection of the Empire, they had to respond to our call for war like the New Eden Federation. These were all matters that needed to be considered. Liliana, on the other hand, took her goddess and ran off to some corner to preach. According to her, when the people were in a state of panic and mortals were in urgent need of comfort, it was the spring of the swindlers. There were lost lambs all over the mountains waiting for her to fool them, so that we could extend our deepest sympathy to the citizens of the Community who were about to become cultists. Pandora and Weska, on the other hand, were accompanying Sylvia in a daze on the flagship. Ever since Belavilla had awakened and disappeared, Weska had been feeling a little down. This directly led to the latter frequently running over to Sylvia's place, seemingly using this method to reminisce about her sister Belavilla. Pandora, on the other hand, had always been accompanying her. No matter what, that little loli who was not good at expressing herself still cared about her sister.
As for me?
I was currently carrying a Mercury Lamp on my shoulder, and a Mercury Lamp was carrying a Mercury Lamp. There was also a Mercury Lamp hanging around my neck as I led more than ten Mercury Lamps through the streets of the temporary capital planet. This was a planetary battleship that was 1.5 times the size of Earth. The Schilling mainframes had hastily constructed a large number of cities on its surface. For the construction experts who were astonishingly efficient when it came to constructing bases, simply constructing a few metal shells that could accommodate people was as simple as eating and drinking water. Although the architectural style seemed rather rigid and lacked human-like design, this was a temporary colony. I believed that with the hard working and brave citizens of all species working together, there would be an even better tomorrow … Cough, cough, did I have a lingering effect from not being able to memorize my speech yesterday?
But I must say … Little Lamps, don't you know that it's really hard for me to walk like this?
"By the way, we were clearly out for a stroll … so why did things develop like this in the end?"
I raised my arm and attempted to take off a 60cm three-headed puppet hanging on my shoulder. After failing to do so, I once again voiced my doubts.
"Because we can increase our movement speed by 60% on Big Brother's body. Our legs are too short! Osaka 10859 forcefully grabbed onto Big Brother's sleeves as he said this. "
… But it's wrong for you to act cute while wearing the Mercury Lamp's appearance! Also, why is it 60%? Why is it the speed of a novice mount!
On the streets where there were people coming and going — no matter if this was post-war reconstruction or not, no matter how many major measures were taken by the higher-ups, the lives of the commoners still had to go on. Even if it was a simple city that had just been built, there would still be crowds of people and groups of little brats on the streets. Right now, we were surrounded by a pair of little brats.
If you were to lead a dozen or so three-headed Mercury Lamps out with your clothes on, you would definitely be surrounded as well.
"Wow! What an amazing AI doll! Uncle, are you selling these dolls!? "
This was the seventh time I heard this today.
"Hey hey, Uncle, the doll on your shoulder is so special. Shana wants to hug it …"
This was the third time I heard this today.
"Hey … Wait, it's … It's Her Majesty the Queen! Why is Her Majesty the Queen together with an uncle selling dolls … Hey, wait for me! Don't run! "
This was the sixth time I heard this today.
To think that I, the leader of the Empire who had just saved the world, was not as eye-catching as a three-headed mechanical queen who had an average annual appearance rate of less than 3%. The reason why people stopped me while I was walking on the streets was because of a pair of three-headed bodies following behind me. This was really depressing.
"All of you, come down!" Other than the Mercury Lamp on my shoulder, which I couldn't chase down, the other Q Mercury Lamps were all knocked to the ground by me. They formed a pile at my feet. Due to their body proportions and height, from this direction, I could only see a bunch of heads. "Walk properly. Otherwise, I'll really find a toy store and sell you all off!"
Right after I said that, before the three-headed bodies on the ground could act cute, a certain doll first smacked my head: "Stupid humans! Stupid humans! "
Beside me, Funa was in a daze. After a long while, she said: "Friend, is this also the daily etiquette between the people of the Empire?"
No! Not at all! Please don't treat the behavior of these unscrupulous fellows as common sense!
Even though they were messing around, the three-headed bodies around me quickly immersed themselves in the joy of shopping. Their main bodies had been bored in the City of Shadows. Even when their clones came to this world, they were busy fighting or crawling in the various pipes of the Empire Commander. Now that the dust had settled, some of the lively Osaka sisters had the mood to come out and play. The ones that I had brought out were only a portion of them. The other three-headed bodies were probably strolling around the city. They all had the symbol of the Imperial Army on them. Other than the little brats watching, I wasn't worried that the Town Security would disperse the group of dolls blocking the traffic.
However, speaking of the symbol of the Imperial Army … I lowered my head and looked at a certain bouncing three-headed body. It had the same style as the Nazi armband, just with different patterns. Did you really think that it would be fine to mass produce the chairmen? Didn't you realize that Liliana had any sinister intentions when she designed this toy for you?
"How do you feel, Funa?" The girl with long yellow hair was walking silently by the side. I couldn't help but want to break this small awkwardness. "As an ordinary person, looking at these ordinary people who have been protected by you finally living and working in peace and contentment, how do you feel?"
Funa looked at me in confusion. Then, she lifted her head to look at the scene in front of her. After a long while, she shook her head: "I don't know what feelings are."
Perhaps it was because she had been a machine for too long, Funa was still unable to recover the way of thinking of a human. Even now, looking at the peace that she had finally obtained after a hundred years of hard work, she was unable to feel joy. However, what was worth looking forward to was that she would recover one day …
As we left the downtown area, the number of people on the road gradually decreased. However, there were still people who stopped to greet us. No matter what, even if I had a common face, I was still a person who had appeared on the local news several times. Not to mention, Funa's popularity had always been high, so it was inevitable that people would recognize me. However, due to their instinctive reverence towards the people of the Empire, these ordinary people didn't dare to get too close to me. However, I didn't see any rejection on their faces. Instead, most of them had gratitude and respect, which made me feel gratified.
Just now, I even saw a group of children playing a battle game of the Imperial Army. They were wearing the toy version of the Empire's soldier's equipment developed by God knows which genius businessman had developed. They were engaged in the hot-blooded battle in their fantasy, bravely charging towards a pitiful cleaning robot. At the side, there was a young boy who looked like a commander, wearing a loose black suit that was obviously stolen from home. He carried a bag in his hand and commanded the battle with vigor …
I felt like I saw something I shouldn't have seen. Should I shoot that bastard to death when I get back?
"After the war, the equipment and emblems of the Imperial Army, Federation Army and Rebel Army have become a trend," Funa explained calmly. "Ordinary people would be proud to collect imitations of the Imperial Army's emblems. Some businessmen have cleverly created similar toys for children. Some authentic emblems that were salvaged from the battlefield have become priceless collectibles. Everyone wants to collect them as a memorial to the heroes. Currently, the most precious is the Imperial Army's emblem because there are too few sources and their special materials can't be imitated …"
I was stunned. Then, I said with cold sweat, "No wonder Bonnie pestered me to get a few soldier's emblems from me a few days ago … She even cheated her friends!"
At that moment, I made up my mind. The next time I came, I would definitely bring Sandora to Bonnie's house for a free meal. I would be able to recover my original price with just one meal!
That evening, all the immigration work was nearing completion. Although there was still a lot of follow-up work, we didn't need to interfere with it anymore. The Empire's garrison and Schilling's main engine that were left on the planet's battleship would take care of everything. After a brief farewell ceremony, the mighty Empire Admiral convoy began to leave the gravitational equilibrium point.
We first took a detour to the core of the Great Nebula. That place had already turned into a completely ordinary dust cloud. Even the various wonderful cosmic sceneries that were originally influenced by the Archive (such as the unexplainable optical invalidation effect) had been replaced by turbid clouds. Of course, there was no scenery to see. It was Sandora's intention to come here. She wanted to bid her final farewell to her old friend.
Ever since the collapse of the Archive, this place had reverted to an ordinary material belt. Even the indestructible structure had dissipated into radiation waves three days ago. There were no tombstones, no cemetery, not even a beacon or lighthouse. The last Emperors of the Empire had disappeared in the long river of history. Everything that they had worked hard to leave behind had already vanished into thin air a few days ago. However, no one had proposed to build a monument for them. To these heroes whose spirits had turned into monuments, monuments and such were really unnecessary.
Their spirits must still be lingering in this cloud with a radius of three light years and would continue to exist forever. Perhaps it would be until the day when the Empire was revived again. Only then would Sandora and I be able to put down the heavy burden that we had taken over here.
Then, before that day came, I would do my best to bear everything.
It wasn't for justice, and it had nothing to do with the resolve of the Empire's leader. I wasn't that great. It was just so that Sandora wouldn't have to bear such a heavy burden alone. As her partner, she should bear everything …
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