Admiral Elansno issued an order to bombard B6 sector and invited multiple StarNet media outlets for live broadcasting.
Once the news broke, the Federation was in uproar, directly touching many people’s sensitive nerves, with overwhelming public opinion.
[Holy shit, is Elansno an executioner? B6 sector has so many ordinary civilians, and he just orders bombardment? Where’s the Federal royal family? Aren’t they managing this?]
[He’s the Federation’s only Admiral. Besides His Majesty Rosh, who can stop him? I heard Lieutenant General Wright also went to B6 sector. Hope he can intervene somewhat, sigh.]
[Madman, he bombards B6 sector today, tomorrow he can bombard us. Damn this bastard, why doesn’t he just die!]
[Isn’t anyone going to do anything? My dad is still in B6 sector, but I can’t contact him now. I’m so devastated…]
[B6 sector’s signal has been blocked. They can’t connect to StarNet and don’t know this place is about to be bombarded, right?]
Curses and panic spread faster than viruses.
The Federation’s major central sectors were lined with towering buildings and bustling commercial districts, with high-definition projection screens displaying various advertisements.
When public opinion reached its peak, countless projection screens simultaneously went dark. When they lit up again, the projected image had changed to a pitch-black sky—
The night sky of B6 sector.
Nearly a thousand warships and one large command ship were stationed above, filled with murderous intent.
The warships showed red warning lights, looking like the eyes of fierce beasts silently lurking in the darkness.
Countless people on the streets who were looking down at StarNet stopped and looked up at the massive projection screens.
The screens flashed again, and a silver-haired figure in military uniform suddenly appeared, black military boots reaching to his calves, standing on the command ship’s deck.
He wore a silver metal mask, revealing only his superior pale jawline and a pair of casually smiling violet eyes.
Their owner was known to everyone in the Oranyat Federal Empire—
Belonging to Admiral Elansno.
Elansno politely removed his leather gloves and waved at the camera.
“Good evening everyone, this is B6 sector.”
His light brain on his wrist was open in non-privacy mode, so everyone watching this live broadcast could clearly see that the interface showed the comment section where they had been frantically cursing.
One post had the highest click rate and contained the most vicious curses.
“…Elansno dog deserves to die horribly.” Elansno clicked in, looked down and casually scrolled a few times, reading several comments along with their IDs.
“Federal scourge should ascend to heaven soon.”
Heaven and earth fell silent. The warships loomed ominously, with only his light voice reading the comments.
A chill crept into people’s hearts.
The speed of new comments in the post visibly slowed down, slower and slower… finally stopping completely, unable to refresh any new comments.
Countless people’s fingers froze over their light brain screens, silently listening to Elansno’s leisurely voice, then gradually deleting what they had typed, going back to delete their previous comments.
With the first person deleting, there came a second, a third.
Comments and messages began decreasing.
“Hmm?”
Elansno had just liked a certain comment when the page suddenly went blank, showing a bright red bolded message: ‘This post has been deleted by the poster.’
He made a regretful sound, put away his light brain, and looked up at the live broadcast camera.
The friendly interaction of enjoying himself with the people was over; time to get down to business.
“The military received intelligence that B6 sector is a nest for many newly formed anti-Federation forces. Simply put, this place has become a rat’s nest—no matter how we capture and eliminate them, there are always one or two scattered survivors left.”
The Federal military and the constantly emerging anti-Federation organizations in recent years have reached a state of intense, life-or-death struggle. Following the principle of “better to wrongly kill than to let one escape,” the Federation has eliminated countless anti-Federation organizations.
“The reason for today’s live broadcast is to give a warning to the rats hiding in the shadows—don’t try to challenge Federal authority or erode Federal territory. Bombarding B6 sector is truly a last resort, just to prevent this place from becoming a breeding ground for anti-Federation elements like the Northwest sector.”
“The people who sacrifice tonight will offer their loyalty in their dreams, for the supreme glory of the Federation—”
He spread his hands wide and stepped back half a pace.
The silent warships instantly came alive. Under the gaze of countless people on the Federal StarNet, the launched artillery shells tore through the night, crimson flames like falling meteors crashed to the ground with deafening roars.
BOOM—!
The shells shattered sweet dreams.
B6 sector was instantly engulfed in a sea of fire.
…
Inside the command ship.
“When you spoke outside just now, you drew all the contradictions onto yourself, greatly reducing the pressure for managing public opinion,” Adjutant Kang Quan glanced at the progress: “Admiral, estimated completion of bombardment in one hour and twenty-three minutes. Before dawn, B6 sector will become ruins.”
Elansno had just entered from outside the command ship, wrapped in cold air, and nodded: “I understand. Keep watch, I’m going to the control room first.”
Kang Quan suddenly fell silent.
Elansno paused in his steps: “Adjutant, what’s wrong?”
Kang Quan said in a low voice: “Admiral, we don’t necessarily have to bombard… there are still innocent people inside…”
“Adjutant.”
Elansno chuckled softly: “What are you saying?”
Kang Quan lowered his eyes, the stern lines of his profile tightening.
“Nothing.”
“I won’t hold it against you.”
Elansno seemed to remember something and tilted his head slightly: “Oh… there’s one more thing. If Lieutenant General Wright comes, tell him to wait for me here.”
Kang Quan: “Yes.”
Elansno had everyone else in the control room leave, set up a program to lock the door, and simultaneously turned off the control room’s real-time surveillance recording.
After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat in the large chair, leaned back, and stared blankly into space.
“Makeup exam supervisor, are you there?”
In his consciousness.
A small light orb wearing glasses swayed around in a circle and pulled out a small notebook: “I’m here!”
Gong Du had descended into this world and lived as Elansno for many years now.
The reason he came here was because he had failed his first free attempt at the middle-tier god to upper-tier god promotion exam, so he came here to collect the fortune points needed for retaking the exam.
The small light orb was the makeup exam supervisor, responsible for assisting gods taking makeup exams.
Fortune was always linked to protagonist groups.
Simply put, Gong Du needed to maintain the normal progression of the world line and protect the protagonist group.
During his protection, the more positive emotions the protagonist group had toward him and the deeper their bonds, the more additional fortune he would gain when leaving the small world.
But Elansno’s identity was that of a villain, also the biggest obstacle for the protagonist group to overthrow the Federation, making it basically impossible to gain positive emotions from the protagonist group.
He had no choice but to use some methods to add scenes for himself.
Gong Du: “Bring out the shell we prepared earlier.”
Small light orb: “Okay.”
A figure gradually appeared in the air, becoming more solid.
It was a young man in his twenties.
Black hair tied up high, white shirt, black windbreaker, tall and slender figure, with refined and gentle features.
Gong Du stood up and removed his mask. He and the shell before him had no differences except for hair and eye color.
Small light orb: “Lan Xia is your identity’s twin brother. I collected all the body particle data of Lan Xia after his death in this world, adjusted it according to age and your appearance—this is the final result.”
Gong Du: “What’s his authenticity level now?”
The small light orb tapped a few times and brought up the data:
【Lan Xia: Authenticity 0%
Remaining survival time: Five years】
Gong Du wasn’t surprised at all.
Because he couldn’t disrupt the world line, he couldn’t fabricate non-existent characters in the small world as his alter ego. After much deliberation, he chose his identity’s already-deceased older brother, Lan Xia.
The real Lan Xia was already dead; the one before him was just a shell reconstructed from data.
The so-called authenticity was the world’s recognition level.
He needed to use Lan Xia’s identity to live out a new story, overwriting the original death ending, to update the world line and make the world recognize ‘Lan Xia’ again.
But this method of exploiting loopholes meant ‘Lan Xia’ could survive at most five years.
Gong Du had waited a long time, finally waiting for the most suitable opportunity to deploy this alter ego.
He painstakingly searched through his pitch-black soul for that pitiful small cluster of white, then split off this white soul fragment and injected it into Lan Xia’s shell.
The shell floating in the air gradually descended, its toes touching the ground. The hollow light golden eyes blinked and instantly became lively.
The small light orb had flickered when Gong Du split his soul but didn’t interrupt him, waiting until the split soul was properly injected into Lan Xia’s shell.
After a moment, the small light orb said: “You really don’t mind the pain.”
Gong Du leaned back into the chair again, but stiffened halfway through the motion. His elbow pressed against the armrest, palm pressing against his abdomen with slight force, veins faintly visible on the back of his hand.
After a moment’s pause, he smiled lazily: “Don’t I have you?”
The small light orb silently emitted light, and the violently churning pure black soul sea gradually calmed under the illumination of warm blue-white light.
It looked at Gong Du’s awkward posture: “Is your stomach hurting again?”
“It’s manageable.”
Gong Du was born from disease, his divine power originating from it, so when descending to small worlds, his body would randomly carry a disease.
In this world, he randomly got stomach disease enhanced by divine power. Beyond the world’s rules, it couldn’t be cured—fragile like breakable glass, only to be carefully nurtured and protected.
The small light orb existed in the soul sea and could only soothe spiritual discomfort; it had no way to help with physical ailments. Generally speaking, diseases enhanced by divine power would hurt much more severely than normal stomach problems.
After Gong Du finished that sentence, he suddenly looked up and examined Lan Xia.
“Since Lan Xia’s soul is also mine, he should also have divine power-enhanced stomach disease like me, right?”
The small light orb scanned and confirmed: “Yes.”
Gong Du looked thoughtful and called out to Lan Xia: “Brother.”
Lan Xia looked over, his pair of light golden eyes gentle and warm: “Mm.”
Controlling two bodies simultaneously, Gong Du adapted very well.
He recovered for a moment, slowly stood up, took out a pair of gold-rimmed thin-framed glasses to put on Lan Xia, then placed an old seed in Lan Xia’s coat pocket.
After the alter ego was deployed, Lan Xia would have to follow the script he had written. To control his alter ego more skillfully, Gong Du rehearsed scenes with himself.
The small light orb was the only audience.
When it was about ready, Gong Du stood properly: “Deploy it.”
The future spiritual leader of this world’s protagonist group was named Algiers, currently sixteen years old. The Dawn anti-Federation organization he single-handedly established was nearly eighty percent destroyed after this bombardment.
He could only take his sister and the remaining organization members away from here, meet other companions on the road, and rebuild Dawn from scratch. After going through hardships, they would eventually overthrow the Federation.
A group of teenagers, at that half-mature, half-naive age.
Also the age when they most easily devoted pure sincerity and passion for friends and ideals.
Gong Du chose to insert his Lan Xia alter ego at this major turning point in the plot—
A time when the protagonist group’s spiritual leader was at his lowest point, most confused, about to meet other companions.
He really looked forward to seeing how much of their youthful, passionate sincerity the protagonist group would give after meeting Lan Xia, this gentle and powerful guide.
Author’s Note:
The story begins, treasures, sorry for the long wait~
This chapter’s author note contains warnings and a long reading guide, please be sure to read it!
1. No CP male protagonist theme, the entire text focuses on familial love, friendship, comradeship, and teacher-student relationships, with no romantic love.
2. Illness and battle damage – the protagonist carries debuffs, the type who hides and covers up, refusing to say anything but quietly letting others discover he’s sick. Script master and acting emperor, very scummy, slight group pet tendency. Babies who can’t accept this, please click away quickly.
3. The author is terrible, the synopsis has been revised many times, and the protagonist’s personality changed a lot from the initial setting. Changed to this version because it better suits the complete story’s expression, the author won’t be limited by the synopsis. However, scenes from the original version still exist – not reflected in the synopsis but will be written in the main text later. Babies who mind this can remove from favorites QAQ
4. Slow transmigration, each story expected to be around 200,000 characters.
5. Small story endings are BE, protagonist dies beautifully and tragically~
6. This text’s comment section doesn’t accept any unfounded plagiarism accusations.
Don’t accept mentioning other authors’ books or pen names in this text’s comment section, and similarly, don’t mention me in other authors’ comment sections. Dear ones, this is unfriendly behavior to both parties. If you want to recommend books, please go to the reader exchange area _(:з」∠)_ Similar comments will be deleted on sight.
7. Extra character intelligence < villain intelligence ≤ protagonist intelligence = author intelligence
8. Will add more if I think of anything~
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Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152
Hmm, well it seems to be an interesting start?
What a good start