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"This is just a humble piece of work; you flatter me."

“Aba…”

Xingshida opened her mouth, her eyes flashing with a strong desire to 'show off'.

After racking my brains for a long time, all that came to mind was:

"One, two, three, four, five, Danheng attacks the pawn. Two, four, six, seven, eight, Qiongzai starts the silver party~"

She silently swallowed back this masterpiece, her face filled with the frustration of a senior college student facing the Chinese exam.

Mitri stood with his hands behind his back in front of the huge viewing window, overlooking the battlefield outside where gunfire raged.

His tone was surprisingly amiable, with the casualness of chatting with a friend:

“Ascendant of the Sky, in your opinion, in this vast galaxy… who can be called a hero?”

Qiong's face immediately showed the humility of Xuande, and he nodded slightly. His voice was clear and sincere:

"The only true hero in the world today is the general."

"Hahaha—! Good! Well said!"

Mitri suddenly turned around, bursting into laughter that echoed through the command room, filled with the exhilarating feeling of being understood.

"You're the only one who understands me!"

He glanced at the soldiers around him who were still just shouting "Awesome!" without being able to explain why, and felt a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and reflection).

It's so much more comfortable to talk to a cultured person like Navigator Qiong!

"Haha~ You understand me so well!"

With an air of elegance, Mitri raised his palm, his index finger slightly curved, as if carefully cradling an invisible spirit:

"Look, fate's thirst for knowledge is like this butterfly that landed on my fingertip..."

"And success and good fortune are its ever-blooming wings, forever surrounding me, helping me... to be invincible!"

Mitri's tone was poetic, yet his eyes were filled with an unquestionable, blind confidence.

The soldiers around him shone with fervent admiration, and from their chattering, legendary descriptions, Qiong clearly sketched out an image.

This guy seems to have the innate general's holy body?

Countless miraculous escapes from desperate situations and incredible victories have propelled him to godlike status; Mitri seems to always be able to succeed.

However, Mitri's ambitious spirit quickly faded like the tide.

He waved his hand, dismissing all the officers and soldiers on his left and right.

In the huge command room, only he, Qiong, and Xing Shida remained.

"But ah..."

Mitri's voice suddenly dropped to a low pitch, as if he had fallen from the clouds into an abyss:

"Even if I conquer planet after planet, and establish a vast civilization spanning the stars, even if I can get whatever I want in the end..."

Turning around, he looked again at the flames of war outside the window:

"But I can't figure out what I really want."

"why?"

Starstar's eyes, like ice jade carved by a knife, exuded a leisurely mist.

"Because I have contracted a strange disease."

Mitri paused, as if chewing on the bitterness of fate.

"My memory... only lasts for three days."

Qiong's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

Chihiro Shindo from "Eternal Wings"?

Kaori Fujimiya from "One Week Friends"?

Budu!

This guy only has three days' worth of memory?

So how exactly did he become a general?!

Qiong and Xingshida exchanged a glance, both looking at each other with the same confusion.

Mitri ignored their questions, engrossed in his own narrative, his tone deep and serious:

"Even the sense of accomplishment from conquering a planet can turn into confusion after three days."

Oh, I understand.

He's a Paradox Interactive (P社) player.

Qiong seemed to understand something.

Let alone conquering a planet, even conquering an entire galaxy, crushing your enemies, achieving a cataclysmic ascension... wouldn't that sense of accomplishment become utterly boring after saving and exiting the game for two hours?

But now, everything is different!

Mitri's voice suddenly rose, and his eyes grew brighter:

"When I gazed at the star chart spectrum of the galaxy... I felt a pure joy I had never experienced before!"

He seemed to be listening intently to whispers from the void: "I heard the murmurs of the gods!"

"And... I finally cracked half of the reversed syllables—"

Mitri took a deep breath and spoke slowly and deliberately, as if proclaiming a divine decree:

"He launched conquests, he built civilizations, and he ultimately found his lost self."

"I believe!"

Mitri opened his arms wide, his voice trembling with emotion: "This is my destined prophecy!"

Reversed ramblings?

Qiong's eyes gleamed.

The end?

Or is it the God of Fun?

Behind any illogical event, there is an equal suspicion that the god of humor has intervened.

Especially since He is currently in the Lizard Galaxy.

"so!"

Mitri abruptly turned to Qiong, his fanatical gaze like tangible flames:

"I will conquer the entire galaxy and establish the grandest civilization ever built! And then—I will reclaim my lost sense of self!"

He extended his hand towards Qiong, his gesture like an emperor beckoning his prime minister:

"Qiong! I can share this supreme glory with you!"

"I hope you can become my right-hand man! Be my... other brain!"

"Then you might as well not have that brain of yours!"

Black Tower Dumpling couldn't help but speak up.

Of course, she was just venting.

After all, this is a simulated universe, and she's happy to watch the show.

"I, Qiong, am willing to follow the general!"

Qiong responded almost without hesitation, her voice resolute and firm.

After all, isn't this a lot of fun?

Qiong's eyes began to show arrogance and unruliness. Her left hand pressed tightly against the seam of her trousers, while her right hand suddenly rose, freezing at an extremely standard, slow, and ritualistic forty-five-degree angle:

"Long live the General!"

The sound shook the rooftops; it was incredibly powerful!

"If you come through three winters, you'll bring back a city covered in snow. Would you like some Cantonese food?"

Xing Shida seamlessly joined in, using her ethereal voice and artificial background music.

Qiong maintained her salute, her gaze piercing, her voice booming:

"General, please give the order!"

"I hope you will remember the ramblings about the silverfish and spread them to every 'three days' thereafter."

Mitri solemnly explained.

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

Qiong's answer was resounding, his left eye showing loyalty and his right eye showing orange.

If this guy's memory really only lasts for three days, then what the gods' ramblings are, isn't that up to him to decide?

"Hahaha! Good, good, good!"

Mitri let out a series of hearty laughs, extremely satisfied with his capable assistant.

He turned around with a smug look, gazing once more at the brutal battlefield outside the window—a scene of raging gunfire, the remains of the Zerg, and molten steel—as if admiring a masterpiece painting.

"Come, Qiong! Join me in admiring this magnificent sight!"

Mitri waved his hand dismissively, as if victory was already in his grasp:

"Our opponents are just some low-level insects. Soon, we will be able to completely conquer this planet!"

Qiong nodded repeatedly.

In between the massacres, Mitri also caught some interesting insects for his own enjoyment and gave some to Sora.

"Qiongzai, would you like to try some?"

Starstar pointed to the Larnoli worm on the table. It was a soft, colorful worm with a body as bright as light, and it looked like a gummy candy.

"Try grilling it."

Qiong Rang Xing Si Da summoned the Flame of Preservation to roast gummy worms.

To be honest, if they didn't have the destiny of "reproduction," the current number of insects on this planet could quickly return to normal ecological levels in China if news spread that they could nourish the kidneys, blood, and brain.

The Larnoli worm is dead.

Starstar was heartbroken, and tears streamed down her face.

"That Fesgerard bug, should we... never mind, it's too ugly."

Qiong looked at the bottle on the table; it seemed to contain something.

The reason why I can eat Larnoli worms without any hesitation is because they are beautiful and I have no psychological burden at all.

But the Pfizerad worms are relatively safe, and they are ruthless by nature, skilled at stealth assassins. Some of them seem to only reveal their form under different lighting conditions.

"Give it a try!"

Xing Shida grabbed the Fiesgerard Worm with one hand and refined it in an instant.

She inherited the Star Core Essence's physique, or even an enhanced version, so what wouldn't she dare to eat?

She even dared to eat live insects.

"Ptooey! Ugh! It's a bit bitter! It seems poisonous too."

Starstar threw away the roasted, bitten insect in her hand.

Qiong smacked her lips, trying to taste the flavor through empathy, without actually eating it; that was fine.

He was fiddling with a bug behind him.

This insect is quite interesting. It won't make eye contact with you, just like a mimosa plant. As soon as you face someone, it immediately runs behind them.

"Why not call him Han Lichong?"

"It's a pity that even if I command the army to eliminate the insects, it doesn't count as me killing them. Does it have to be me or Xing Shida personally killing them to count as points?"