Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

"Even if it's a provocation, you can't find anyone..."

"What did you say!"

The person in charge of popularity was furious, really furious, the flames of anger rose up, and the perfect ceiling that looked like a work of art was pierced through.

Above the charred hole, a strange bird was startled and its feathers stood on end. It flapped its wings, chirped, and cursed in words that humans could not understand as it flew past.

"........."

The huge room was silent. Nowadays, even birds swear.

The person in charge of the Star League was so angry that his mouth was covered with bubbles. He had a lot of anger in his stomach and had no place to vent it. He kept muttering "Whoever exploits the bug must die" and "Don't let me know who it is, chop off his head!", while continuing to prepare for the competition with a look that showed whoever he saw would die.

The shocking bug suddenly appeared, creating an unprecedented carnival and completely shattering the monopolistic participants. Many people who resisted injustice and sought a way to survive in the hustle and bustle of the gorgeous field saw hope.

A storm that was beyond many people's expectations brought up wind and waves, like a pair of hands using the torn cracks to push away the dense dark clouds, and then the sky suddenly became bright.

The seeds pressed in the mud finally broke through the soil with the help of the sunlight.

Multiple forces confronted and competed, a war without the smoke of gunpowder ended quietly, and the final venue of the league was set in the ancient star sea.

It was fixed at the original position, back to where the league should have returned to... the cruelest place.

Ancient Star Sea

The gray stellar wreckage was mixed with rotten and broken machinery, floating broken weapons, warships torn in half by sharp claws, and the aura of devastation condensed and superimposed.

The once magnificent celestial bodies have now turned into cosmic wreckage. Countless solemn and cold fleets are buried in this cemetery, forming a sea of ​​death that separates the two sides.

This is where the Interstellar Alliance army is located, and it is also the location of the first interstellar event, the ancient star sea known as the interstellar cemetery.

The soldiers coming and going had solemn expressions. In the central fleet control room, several people with admiral badges on their shoulders gathered together and read an order carefully.

"Come on, Derekate, take a look at this document. The Interstellar League has returned to the Ancient Star Sea. What is the Interstellar League planning to do now?"

A man with gray eyes flicked a piece of paper and shoved it into the face of the sullen-looking man next to him.

Then he was slapped away by a man named Dirikate.

"Calm down, Kihara. Although we don't know what happened exactly, this may not be a bad thing." A woman in an admiral's uniform raised her foot to stop Kihara who was being blown away.

"It's not a bad thing? Don't be so naive, Xingwu."

A peaceful voice came from outside the door, with a feeling that made people feel uncomfortable... Oil?

Xing Wu rolled his eyes, his resolute face full of speechlessness. This guy Lake, every time he saw him, he wanted to bring a pack of grease remover. He looked good, but his pretentious mature posture was so greasy that it was outrageous.

He even tried to make a bubble sound, what a damn idiot!

The visitor wanted to say something else, but Xing Wu directly blocked it with her spiritual power. In an instant, she felt that the world became much fresher and more pleasing to the eye.

"Okay, come over here and discuss what to do about this interstellar league."

The person sitting in the main seat interrupted a few people, and the four of them sat down in their seats with a swish. Their expressions were as serious as primary school students in class, except that they were short of keeping their arms straight.

"The Star League has once again attracted the participation of all people, and the location has returned to this battlefield, although it is unknown who triggered the series of changes."

"But this is undoubtedly an opportunity. For the soldiers who are buried here, for the soldiers whose faith has wavered, the world will finally see those who fought."

Di Ruiket's face remained indifferent. He stood up and left a sentence.

"I have no interest in those who forget us."

Then leave.

The expressions on the faces of the other people were not good either. A depressing atmosphere surrounded the entire room, making people feel suffocated and indignant.

Mu Yuan stood up suddenly, his face twisted for a moment, but in the end he smiled at Yolisiven who was sitting in the main seat like a good guy.

"I'll follow your instructions. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Yorisivin sighed, "The sacrifices of the Third Army of Kihara were too great. This topic is too cruel for him."

"Xingwu, Lake, listen carefully, I know you both are dissatisfied and want to ask the people of the Interstellar Alliance for clarification, and I do the same."

"But it's not a coincidence that the Star League can be reset to the Ancient Star Sea. The ticket bug that went viral online and the compromise of the major forces cannot be explained by coincidence."

"Re-establishing the Star League here is the result of a game. We are not fighting alone. There are people walking with us in the world. So, don't be disappointed in everyone."

"I hope you can tell those two guys not to do anything stupid."

After walking out of the door, Mu Yuan's face suddenly changed. The kindness of the good man instantly turned into gnashing of teeth and resentment. The anger that he could not suppress spread all over his body, and he punched the alloy wall next to him.

"The world will eventually see them? That's hilarious. If those people could see them, why would so many of us die?"

I would rather let them live well than have them become cold tombstones!

Mu Yuan lowered his head, his breath was mixed with deep sorrow and petty grievances. Why should their existence be downplayed and erased? Why should their achievements not be known to the world?

Today's Interstellar League is no longer what it used to be. Does the Interstellar League still have meaning?

After Mu Yuan left, Dirikate in the corner stared at the sunken alloy wall in a daze.

The interstellar world has been at peace for too long, and they have been disconnected from the interstellar world for too long. After living in comfort for too long, I'm afraid no one has forgotten that there is still a group of people fighting hard in the ancient star sea.

Thinking of those who have passed away, and then thinking of the players packaged by the Star League and promoted by major forces.

Those people talk about how hard they work in a glamorous way, but they can't see the piles of bones under their feet.

Derickete pressed the watch strap on his wrist until his fingertips turned white.

Various powers are competing for interests, and the Interstellar League has become their tool for entertainment. What do they want to do this time?

Should we create heroes by stepping on the countless bones under our feet? Or should we let the representatives of those forces just pretend to hold a memorial service to exploit the glory of these victims?

Direket let out a long sigh and walked towards his fleet.

"Heh, this is an interstellar cemetery. It's no problem for some people to die."

The light words floated in the air with a determination of risking everything. It was just the identity of an admiral. Compared with the glory of his brothers, this set of clothes should have been thrown to hell long ago!

Fang Zhixin, who was inside the Galaxy Academy, was shocked and asked, "Ah? What did you say? What are you recording?"

"Competition declaration, what kind of bullshit is this?"