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

Lake wanted to say something else but was interrupted by the voice behind him.

"That note, how did you find it..."

Lake sighed, Muhara was here after all. He turned sideways to reveal Muhara behind him.

Muyuan's gray eyes were staring at the young men. Only he knew that it was impossible for that battle to leave any notes. Even he didn't remember the number of retracings, so how could they be recorded?

Xing Wu who followed out looked at the others and said, "If you don't mind, could you chat with us for a while?"

After asking for their opinions, Fang Zhixin replied, "I don't mind. Where should we chat?"

Xing Wu led a few people into the base. Fang Zhixin was rare and shameless. He followed the three admirals silently and met Admiral Diricket whom he had met before at the corner.

Walking through the long and narrow corridor, passing by busy soldiers, there were wounded people supporting each other along the way, with murderous intent on their faces and fatigue and powerlessness in their eyes.

"We're here, take a seat."

Xing Wu pulled out a chair and sat down, saying she wanted to chat, but she didn't know how to start.

The others were also silent, and Kihara stared at the tattered paper.

Fang Zhixin didn't like this depressing and dull atmosphere. The feeling of powerlessness of not being able to see the future made people feel very uncomfortable.

Especially those things you see along the way, if you feel no ripples in your heart, it would be too inhumane.

But they can't change anything in a short period of time. If they continue to immerse themselves in pressure, they will only miss the opportunity to change the future.

She thought about it and decided to answer the question first.

"That note is..."

“You guys wrote this, didn’t you?”

Kihara said something shocking, the list in his hand reflected in his grey eyes.

I didn't look at it carefully at the time, and now it does look very old and even damaged, but the handwriting is different in some places, and you can even tell that they are trying hard to imitate themselves as the same person.

But it is different after all.

And most importantly, how could there be such neat handwriting on the battlefield...

Fang Zhixin rarely got stuck. Although the disguise was not perfect, it was a bit...

Okay, that's normal.

Everyone sat quietly in their chairs without saying a word.

Dericket glanced at a few people and looked away, then asked calmly, "Where did you know these names and the number of times you went back..."

Fang Zhixin sighed: "I know what the problem is. These names are written too neatly, right?"

Kihara nodded: "Even if someone really recorded it on the battlefield, it wouldn't be written so neatly. You didn't notice this."

"It's not that I didn't notice it, it's that I didn't want to." Fang Zhixin looked at the list, his black eyes full of seriousness and persistence.

"We don't want to write their names perfunctorily. Their names should be written neatly for the world to see and remember."

Several generals were slightly startled. It wasn't that they didn't notice it, but that they were unwilling to do so.

Fang Zhixin's tone revealed that it was a matter of course.

"I know this is full of loopholes, but we still want to do it. We want the world to know that those times of looking back were not in vain. They are proof of their hard work."

"To be frank, these people can be considered our comrades across time. We were just lucky to have the ability to kill the Space-Time Demon God, and we were lucky to hit the target with one strike, and we were lucky to complete the final kill."

Fang Shao, who was sitting next to Fang Zhixin, said, "Indeed, we never felt that killing the Spacetime Demon God was our sole achievement."

Whether on Blue Star or here, killing the Space-Time Demon God is not a record they boast about, but an enemy they must face.

They are just the people who took that crucial step, taking a step on the path taken by their predecessors. Without those who supported hope in dark times, they would not exist.

The four admirals looked at the group of young people in front of them with mixed feelings. They were disappointed with the Interstellar Alliance and simply rejected the arrival of these people.

Have we also overlooked some young people like these people? The top leaders of the Interstellar Alliance may be hopeless, but the universe is vast and we can always see the stars shining.

Mu Yuan looked at Fang Zhixin: "Are those backtracking times true... Are they, twenty times..."

"Twenty times, I'm sure, and... there's something I should tell you."

Fang Zhixin imitated the final release of his obsession and spoke with a bit of ease and pride:

"Admiral Kihara, look, the demon god of time and space can also die."

The strange yet familiar tone came over him, suddenly bringing Kihara's memory back to that battle.

The desperate man in the memory straightened up, just like he did after every battle.

He smiled and said to him, "Admiral Kihara, look, we succeeded."

Kihara's gray eyes raised and lit up with a gleam of light.

After a long silence, he gave the same answer as before: "Well, you did a good job."

Mu Yuan stroked the yellowed paper, looked up at the few people and expressed his sincere gratitude: "Thank you for telling us, thank you for revealing their names."

“Thank you for considering them as your comrades.”

Lu Yuan looked at Mu Yuan and said firmly: "They are very strong. I know. We all know it."

Du Ruo muttered, "We should be the ones to thank, since we are the ones being protected."

Although they have only been in the interstellar space for a short time, the people stationed here are indeed protecting the interstellar space and indirectly protecting them.

Mu Yuan was stunned, Lake looked up, Xing Wu turned around, and Di Ruiket turned sideways. The three of them had a mixture of emotions in their hearts.

It turns out... there are still people in this world who can see them.

The four did not ask where the news came from, nor did they want to know how they obtained the news.

This list is enough, and that message is enough.

The next day, the Third Army stationed in Guxinghai issued a long-awaited notice, and a list was announced to the public, causing an uproar.

Lake continued the communication: "Secretary General, the Interstellar Alliance refused to give us an answer on this matter, but now they are questioning us about our intentions. What intentions could we have?"

A gentle male voice came from the other end of the phone: "I know you have resentment in your hearts, but the alliance also dealt with those who delayed the fighter plane. The matter of the Space-Time Demon God is a serious matter, so it is understandable that it was not announced at the time."

"Blue Star did something big this time, Lake, what do you think of them?"

Hearing the temptation in this sentence, Lake felt annoyed. In the past, he would always try to smooth things over, but today he didn't want to.

"What do you think? If you dare to attack secretly, we will dare to attack the younger generations of the Speaker here. Those with bare feet are not afraid of those with shoes. If you have the guts, come over here!"

The Secretary-General looked at the hung-up call blankly: "What happened?"

Why did Lake, who used to be smooth and mature, suddenly change his expression today?

The secretary general crushed the communicator in his hand in annoyance: "Blue Star, Blue Star again!"

"They have never been at peace since they entered the interstellar space. The same is true for Xu Ping. He refuses to hand over the Krishi clan no matter what. It's really not going well for them at all."