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

“Clang—”

The chair fell to the ground, Xing Wu stood up suddenly, and shouted to Mu Yuan: "Mu... Mu Yuan, look at the live broadcast room!"

Mu Yuan moved his gaze silently, and finally stopped on some tattered and scattered papers that were magnified in the live broadcast room.

"This is a... note we found. It records a battle record. I think you should see it."

"In the 5327th year of the Interstellar Calendar, the Third Army detected a space-time demon god that was trying to break into the interstellar space. Admiral Muyuan led the Second Combat Readiness Division to stop it."

"It took a month. Admiral Muyuan forced the Space-Time Demon God to rewind time eight times. His subordinates forced the Space-Time Demon God to rewind time twelve times. Finally, the twentieth time forced the Space-Time Demon God to fall into a deep sleep."

"In this battle, except for Admiral Kihara, no one survived. All members of the Second Combat Readiness Division of the Third Army were killed. The list of victims includes Lin Xi, Zhe Jiuwei, and Bushlake..."

The girl's clear voice recited the unknown name word by word, old papers turned, and the soul buried in time reappeared in the world.

Mu Yuan listened to the name deep in his memory. The voice in his ears gradually faded away and his soul sank into the silent sea.

The vision gradually blurred. Lin Xi smiled faintly, and said to Zhe Jiuwei, "I came here." Bushlake raised his hands and shouted "Long live the general"...

Those vibrant lives had long decayed along with the distant memories, and the time that went back brought death along with it. When he looked back, he was already alone and was brought back. He even felt that everything was just a dream.

a nightmare.

"…The above 462 casualties were from the Second Combat Readiness Division of the Third Army. They died while trying to stop the Spacetime Demon God. Not a single one retreated!"

A hand gently closed the old notebook and tore open the scroll forgotten in the corridor of time.

Fang Zhixin closed his notes and spoke to the live broadcast room with a gentle smile on his face.

"You know, there were a lot of people cheering for us just now, and the noise was very loud."

Du Ruo at the side understood what he meant, and respect flashed in his eyes: "It is really an honor to receive their support."

A sudden wind blew up in the silent ruins, rolling papers back and forth with a rustling sound.

It seemed as if a group of people were flipping through the notebook, looking for their own names, and then rubbed a few people's hair with satisfaction, and then flew up with the wind, drifting away into the distance, and their souls returned to their hometown.

Those who are buried in time will one day see the light of day and return to this universe again.

Four hundred and sixty-two names were listed on the old notebook, and several people looked at their hands.

There are no old notes. They are miracles recorded by the voice of all things, written down by several people stroke by stroke, name by name.

The so-called oldness is nothing more than using the metal body obtained by Fang Zhixin and using the power of time to make it look old.

The poor technology was only for the purpose of making this list come to light. Perhaps everything they did was meaningless and unknown to others, and they might even be suspected of sensationalism.

But the moment they read out the name, they knew that this was the right choice.

Those who persevered in the darkness and those who sacrificed before victory should not be forgotten and must not be forgotten.

Mu Yuan stood up shakily, supporting himself on the table with his arms. Upon closer inspection, his hands were actually trembling slightly.

The chair was tripped by the staggering steps. Mu Yuan pushed away Xingwu and Lake who came forward to help. He opened his mouth, but his throat was too dry to utter a word.

That notebook, he had to confirm that notebook, he had to get that notebook back, it was the proof of their existence, the only thing they left.

“…I have to go, I have to go…”

Mu Yuan repeated the three words, and a long-lost light appeared in his gray eyes, and his vision became blurred.

Xingwu and Lake supported Muyuan, and Xingwu put the communicator in Muyuan's hand.

A distant voice came: "We will give this note to Admiral Kihara, the leader of the Third Army stationed in the Ancient Star Sea. Please also remember those who are carrying heavy burdens and moving forward in the darkness that no one knows about."

"Listen, they said they were coming over, they'll be here soon, they..."

Xing Wu bit her lip and lowered her head, tears falling from the corners of her eyes and hitting the ground.

It has been too long, those people have been buried there for too long, she can hardly remember those faces, but when those dead names echo in her ears again.

Who can remain calm and say that they are not touched at all?

All 462 members of the Second Combat Readiness Division of the Third Army were killed. When they rushed over, they saw only Muhara and a long bright red river.

There was no support for that battle, and no reinforcements from the Interstellar Alliance arrived, and their explanation for the incident was just a passing mention.

The symbolic punishment of some insignificant people was like burying a mistake, ignoring the sacrifice of the Third Army.

There was no reward, no expression, as if those people never existed, and the crisis of the Space-Time Demon God did not exist, just to whitewash the peace.

Lake clenched his fists and his eyes were red. He raised his right hand to press the clothes on his shoulders tightly, walked towards the door, and left a sentence.

"I'm going to pick someone up."

Fang Zhixin and the others arrived faster than anyone else expected, as if they knew that the souls they were carrying this time were from that time, and the battleship landed smoothly and smoothly.

Several young people walked towards the heavily guarded garrison base. The broadcaster had already stopped the live broadcast and followed the people from Blue Star with a solemn expression.

A few people got off the warship and looked up, the entire magnificent base came into view. The air was filled with the smell of engine oil and rust, and the solemn smell made people feel dizzy, and the atmosphere was heavy and terrifying.

Sharp and dangerous eyes turned over here, and after recognizing Fang Zhixin and the others, they were silent for half a second, and the danger quietly retreated a lot.

Many people were watching, their eyes focused on Fang Zhixin who was in the lead, or to be more precise, on the scattered pages of paper.

"Ta...ta...ta..."

Military boots made a dull sound as they stepped on metal plates, and a man with a slicked-back hair walked out of the base. Half of his face was covered by the shadow, so his expression could not be seen clearly.

Lake said: "Are you returning the notes, or..." He had other intentions.

Fang Zhixin slowly stretched out his hand, and a corner of the scattered paper fluttered up.

Her voice was clear and every word was distinct.

"Return the merits. The Space-Time Demon God will not be destroyed, and the Third Army will not retreat. Now the mission is completed."

"Four hundred and sixty-two members of the Second Combat Readiness Division of the Third Army request to return to the team."

brush--

The soldiers at the gate of the base raised their arms and saluted with red eyes towards the scattered pages and the invisible souls.

"Welcome back to the Second Combat Readiness Division of the Third Army!"

Lake walked up to Fang Zhixin and solemnly took the heavy list.

"The Second Combat Readiness Division of the Third Army is allowed to return to the team."

Lake looked at the old paper in his hand, and the suppressed emotions in his chest turned into a sentence.

"...Thank you."