Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

Damon's goal ignited the passion of the whole stadium, and the entire stadium was filled with excited cheers.

This was the home ground of the First Federal Military Academy, and Damon's impressive first goal of the game immediately sent the entire stadium into a tidal wave of excitement. The crowd's cheers rose and fell like a tidal wave, deafening.

Damon, stealing the show, knelt on one knee toward Rosie, performing the standard homage of a male to a female, like a knight saluting a princess. His gaze was firm and affectionate, twinkling with stars. His gesture instantly heightened the atmosphere, drawing the gazes of many of the females.

Rosie suddenly felt as if she were under a magnifying glass. Sitting in the front row of the VIP stands, her cheeks flushed slightly, but her gaze remained unflinching. She gently pinched her knee with her fingers and took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself. In her past, she would have wished she could instantly master invisibility, but now she could face the gazes of others with equanimity. Furthermore, she waved to Damon in the arena.

Damon was so excited when he saw Rosie's response that he almost jumped up. His smile grew even brighter, like the warm sunshine in winter. He was grinning foolishly as Ivan hugged his neck. Ivan patted his shoulder firmly, his tone filled with a hint of teasing and reminder: "Hey, stop grinning foolishly. Don't forget we're still competing!"

Damon pushed his brother's hand away, a smug look on his face: "You are jealous, nakedly jealous!"

Ivan waved his hand and knocked away the anti-gravity ball that was bombarding them.

It was the work of the Second Prince of Tianqiong.

He looked at the same face as his own and said with some disgust: "I don't want your love brain to be crushed, you'd better concentrate."

Damon: “…”

Anti-Gravity Ball is the most popular sport in the entire galaxy, with an annual Interstellar Cup competition. Its status is comparable to that of football on the Blue Planet. The entire galaxy is crazy about this fast and exciting sport. It can be said that no hero in the galaxy can resist the charm of Anti-Gravity Ball.

Damon's goal seemed to have pressed the switch for the First Military Academy's victory. Their performance was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and they were unstoppable all the way.

At the end of the first half, the score was fixed at 3:0, with the First Military Academy leading with an absolute advantage.

The commentator's voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement, and his passionate commentary frequently broke into pieces.

Rosie was also happy for the twins, especially since all three goals for the First Military Academy were won by the two of them.

However, Ling Yuan, sitting beside her, seemed somewhat out of place in this jubilant atmosphere. Ling Yuan's eyes remained fixed on the game, his face devoid of joy, instead filled with deep confusion and bewilderment. His brows furrowed tightly, a hint of doubt flickering in his eyes.

The Sky Empire has always been a powerful nation in anti-gravity. Even the Star Cup championships for ten years have been won by the Sky Empire. Their representative team...

Are you that weak?

Not to mention, there is the second prince of the Sky Royal Family on the opposite side.

Ling Yuan looked coldly at the Tianqiong team resting on the sidelines.

The leading male was tall, with twin horns atop his head. He was the symbol of the Sky Empire—the Kirin clan. The Second Prince stood at the front of the group, clad in the Sky Empire's symbolic blue and gold robe, looking imposing.

Ling Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the StarNet personal terminal and called his assistant Evan.

"Help me find out what the three Sky Dome teams did after arriving in the Free Federation."