Star Empire

In the darkness, Kriz's body curled up. Time passed him by, but he didn't care.

He needs to figure out his truest feelings, what should be his attitude towards this irrevocable decision, and what choice should he make? These questions need to be answered one by one.

My own reason and logic told me that following their advice and joining the empire was the best choice, bar none.

And...what about outside of logic and reason?

Kriz gave up thinking and allowed his subconscious and body's intuitive feelings to respond.

The most primitive feelings are fear and hatred - fear comes from being abandoned from a warm harbor to cold nothingness, and hatred comes from words that are so illusive that it is impossible to tell whether they are inciting division or stating facts.

Then comes chaos and distortion...lots, lots of chaos and distortion. No one trusts each other, no one is willing to cooperate, a simple thing can be endowed with countless layers of conspiracy, and a simple word can be misinterpreted countless times. Anger and resentment lingered over the empire for a long time, and the stories they condensed into were also here - as if everything that had been temporarily suppressed was poured out.

"..."

Kriz frowned, feeling a chill coming from inside his body. Different from the shock from the outside to the inside that I felt during the movie watching class before, this chill came from inside my body, from myself.

Disgust spreads and the image of "them" begins to look ugly. Thoughts of rejection began to take hold.

"..."

But...it should be more than that.

The aversion to cold was "frozen". They no longer spread, they settle and are remembered by Kriz as part of the feeling.

Kriz didn't let it sink in.

So, what about the other parts?

His body responded again.

After the war, the empire was devastated and the void was in chaos.

But new hope remains, and the seeds of development remain alive.

The managers of the empire have changed their understanding and positioning, linking authority levels more to dedication and obligations.

The bright spots in the chaos are captured, and under the suppression, any good person and any good thing are so valuable - they are recorded and used as propaganda materials and direction of progress.

At first, no one believed them.

However, there will always be people, even in the darkest environment, such things can still touch the string in their hearts that has not vibrated for a long time and can play positive tones such as relaxation, joy, security, and happiness.

More people began to choose to believe and accept. At first, this growth rate was slow, but these new changes were like a spark that had been ignited. As borders stretch, they spread faster and faster.

Countless people are calming down, and the infinite power they contain gradually dispels the haze and depression that once burst out and enveloped the empire's sky. More events can be treated more appropriately. As the people's power has been mobilized, the empire's management system cannot be left behind - only when both parties actively cooperate with each other and improve together can the empire and civilization truly progress and rise.

As energy began to recover, many plans that had been interrupted were put back on the agenda. The network system, which is the lifeblood of the empire, has been gradually repaired and fully functionally restarted through the efforts of countless people. Scholars have broken down the barriers caused by their own habits, and the description and recording of the knowledge system have once again returned to unity under the impact of the long torrent of time.

Faced with the countless case files that had been backlogged, managers who had regained their responsibilities were busy non-stop, dealing with these "difficult diseases" that symbolized countless historical iterations. In the face of tough questions, solemn apologies, strict reviews, and resolute rejections coexist in large numbers—real justice will not favor either side.

Over time, while new results finally emerged again, parts of the existing structure began to work against the need for continued development.

New regions appeared within the empire. Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one...the numbers gradually expanded, and each new group began to merge their light with the empire. The increase in new numbers... also doesn't always seem to indicate that something good is happening. Sometimes new areas appear because of unexpected discoveries, and sometimes because of...serious accidents.

But now it seems that all this... is okay, at least the vague clues in the story will not make me feel so serious fear and pain. Moreover, those story lines that twist and extend in reverse seem to be enough to prove...everything will receive enough reflection.

"..."

This is a story that Kriz read from within the imperial system.

However, their bodies did not only absorb stories from the empire... Perhaps this is one of the reasons why they need to ask themselves if they are willing to join the empire? To the empire now, I am more or less... an "outsider"?

What's in this part? In other words... what is recorded in the parts that are integrated into my body?

The desire to coexist and even develop and prosper together with other races and civilizations has never been completely extinguished. However, it is difficult to actually do this.

There is an old saying in my memory: There are hundreds of people, all kinds of people. I don’t know which race this sentence comes from. But the general idea is very straightforward - as long as the number of intelligent life is slightly larger, the logic and thinking methods of these intelligent life will be ever-changing. This is true for a small group within the same race, but what about races that come from different worlds and are so different from each other that the boundaries are not enough to measure?

Communication, conveyance, purpose, interests...the depth of each point will further clarify and deepen the points of disagreement - or differences.

If we say that we are giving up the empire's own basic interests for the sake of exchange and peace, this is putting the cart before the horse. But if you don’t give up part of it, how can you achieve ideal communication, and how can you build an ideal void environment of common prosperity? No intelligent race is born willing to be inferior to others - none.

It seems that the empire knows this, the empire knows it, and it behaves accordingly.

Apart from the necessary transportation channels and matching security systems, the expansion of the empire in the void began to leave gaps and vacancies, which provided space for the growth of cross-world civilizations that might appear in the future. A sincere attempt at diplomacy allowed the Empire to feel what it felt like to be believed by "the others".

Faced with rejection, Empire learned to make himself disappear, remembering how to face this or that situation. The deception and exploitation without malicious intent were picked up and used as tools by the empire. They helped the empire build more information bridges for communication. The agreement across the fifth sky opened an invisible network connecting other races. The empire's blades are still shining coldly, but they are getting further and further away from the intelligent group. They are slashing towards the tide of death, towards the objects they should burst out with murderous intent...

However, the contradiction cannot be eliminated because of this, and even... the contradiction may not have been alleviated by this.

Competition is an eternal theme in life, and war is the most direct and fierce expression of competition - they never really end.

However, despite the many contradictions, Kriz also felt that the empire had shown enough sincerity. Just like now, there are cooperation plans one by one, navigation agreements one by one, and processing reports one by one, etc...

This series of stories is not perfect, but the story is still upward and making progress until now. When all the memories and all the feelings finally penetrated the long time and space and condensed to form the answer, I didn't feel too much disappointment or chilling - although the emotions were mixed, a story... maybe it is exactly what every person wants to do like this. Only when all flavors are present can it be called...complete?

"……Um."

Kriz stretched out his body, when logic, reason and body sense all gave the answer. He nodded silently. Facing the dark and clear space, he said: "I am willing to join the empire."

As he finished speaking, Kriz felt that everything around him seemed to "come alive" in an instant. They quietly approached him and looked at him again and again with their invisible eyes. A feeling emerged in my heart - I was asking myself if I was willing to regard the empire as my home, if I was willing to integrate into it and always be responsible for my decisions.

While this feeling welled up in his heart, he felt the external disturbance stop on the outside of his body, as if waiting for his permission. Kriz once again affirmed his will in his heart, and the disturbance also sensed Kriz's will. They quietly penetrated into the body of the narrative singularity, reaching deep into his heart, and within it A seed called "belonging" was planted.

"Then, welcome to be partners." The seven figures from before appeared in front of Kriz again, and this time, Kriz discovered that these seven individuals were not all "human beings" - three of them were of the same age. Like himself, he has a human body. But the "painting styles" of the other four individuals are completely different:

A mist enveloping the core of a crystal, a sculpture that has a body similar to a humanoid but with obvious "worm" features on its head, and the upper limbs and parts below the waist and abdomen are fixed to the wall behind it. There is a purple fluid that shines with purple light, and you can feel safe and warm just by looking at it, and there is an entity that looks very complicated... I don't know if it should be said to be a ship or a building. Before this, Kriz was certain that he had not noticed these details.

"We have determined that both parties are able to accommodate each other. Therefore, we can now inform you of your arrangements. xs4028, Davox Kryze, you will be given the responsibility of managing the Imperial Void Survey Radar Array. We need you to use yourself The unique power re-examines multiple story points of the empire. You will be granted level 2-20 permissions and obtain the corresponding database reading permissions after completing the relevant content training."

"Due to restrictions such as security factors, we are currently unable to directly use ourselves to meet with you. However, we will remove our identity protection measures from being targeted towards you - this is the greatest expression of sincerity we can currently achieve. This method is also the method that we believe after research is the best way for you to feel our sincerity."

"Yeah." Kriz nodded.

"Then, let's get to know each other again."

"Vesrivan Void Fierce Sun, Emperor of the Star Empire."

"Woodster Vidoville, Emperor of the Star Empire."

"14-2-21-1, field number one, the emperor of the fourteenth district of the Star Empire."

"22-2-21-oiasfhoi321, Alif Kantor Aloal, the rotating emperor of the 22nd Sky District of the Star Empire."

"29-2-21-1, Chiyuan Xinhai, the Emperor of the 29th District of the Star Empire."

"33-2-21-1, Movilla Evolutionary Tree, Emperor of the Thirty-third District of the Star Empire."

"35-2-21-1, the thirty-fifth day zone."

"16-2-20-xs4028, Davox Kryze, eh?!"

Kriz responded subconsciously, but this series of "emperor" claims made him feel a little stuck in his brain - he already knew that the identities of his previous "teachers" were not very simple. Those teachers, those teachings personnel, they all have quite profound historical stories, or they all have considerable qualifications. They are veterans. If you need these veterans to help you "keep an eye on", then you may indeed need to be "specially arranged" in the future. "one time.

He had expected this, but facing seven imperial emperors at once, his first reaction was still incredible. However, as the shocking feeling gradually faded, he began to think of something else. Putting aside the awe of these individuals, if an incident requires seven such individuals to come forward to deal with it, what kind of thing would it be?

The first thing that reminded Kryze was the joint outbreak of fault zones that changed the fate of the empire. As a living narrative singularity, it may be very dangerous, and it may be so dangerous that the empire needs to come up with means to deal with extreme fault zones. to deal with yourself. But this conjecture was quickly rejected by himself - there is no such story line in the story line that he can see at present, and in the invisible part, the way of story combination that may lead to this path is compared with all other stories. Very little for the story.

Moreover, the amount of information involved in doing so is huge. Whether it is deployment at the "entity" level or preparations at other levels and fields, it will leave very obvious traces. Kriz believed that his eyes and body would not be hidden. If that's not the case, then what is?

"Why is there an extra paragraph?" When Kriz searched his memory, he suddenly discovered that some strange changes had occurred in the conversation records of the previous conversations between the seven emperors and him. It seemed that a small paragraph was from later Just inserted. But when I looked back at the records, all the evidence showed that that paragraph had been lying there quietly, and there was no evidence to prove that it had been changed.

"Faced with a danger that does not require a response." Recalling some of the scenes he had vaguely seen before, Kriz suddenly felt a strange hidden worry in his heart. This hidden worry seemed to begin to appear quickly from the moment it appeared. It has deteriorated and fermented, and is tending to something indescribably creepy.

"Don't think too much, we all still have a lot of things to do." A sentence sounded in Kriz's heart, but Kriz didn't know who this sentence belonged to. Maybe... he was persuading himself. ?