Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 115 The Witness

Zuo Wu felt that he was watching a play, his mind was almost empty, and he didn't think about anything.

All living beings are busy preparing for themselves, and they look at themselves with awe-not only the coercion from the legion, but also the inheritance from the blood.

The bloodline wants to become their emperor, the emperor of the Dilian.

blood?nation?

The loss of memory made him feel no sense of belonging to these two things at all.

He likes to read the ancient novels of the earth, not to follow the tradition, or to understand the inner world of the ancients, or to follow the general Chonggu's ideas, but because they are really good-looking.

So, become emperor?

The title of emperor connotes power.In the ancient times of the earth, even if someone has been reduced to a puppet, as long as he bears this title, he will have the privileges of etiquette and system.

What's more, in the future, the legion really wants to compete with the bureaucratic group of the Imperial Union, and the blood in his body is the most legitimate banner.

At that time, the ambiguous power structure of Dilian will be torn off all disguises and put on the table naked.

In the chaotic struggle, Zuo Wu thought that he really had a chance to gain real power;

The Imperial Alliance's system is fundamentally ensuring the rights of pure-blooded humans. It is the same as the loophole that I brought Levina and Jinmian into the galaxy to exploit. Many rules were not activated because of the disappearance of the blood.

These rules are the roots of the Imperial Alliance, whoever violates them will lose the greatest legitimacy.

At that time, because of my own existence, the chaos caused by the ambiguous regime structure of the Imperial Alliance will be wiped out; and with my bloodline inheritance, I may be able to lead the "Woven of Life" in the dark. Dilian is moving towards the next prosperous age.

But really... so boring.

The ceremony has already begun, and the whispers of hundreds of millions of guests outside can almost penetrate the space.

The general who has been with him since a few days ago is the most humble today, and he also seems to have a certain kind of pride.

Half of him is a pure-blooded human being, and Zuo Wu stepped onto the stage of history, a general with honor.

The clothes are sorted out.

Zuo Wu squeezed the cuff, and even the size here has the most suitable size after countless adjustments.

My eyebrows and eyes in the mirror are still as usual, but with the hard work of the makeup artist day and night, I still look decent and natural.

It's a pity that it's me, Zuo Wu laughed at himself, if Ji Zhi was allowed to be tampered with by these professionals here for a while, what awe-inspiring heroism and charm that Ma Niang would have.

The general led the way, and the space debris opened the curtain like a water curtain being slowly cut open.

The time was calculated just right. On the stairs cut by the moon, the first floor was almost half the size of the city, but the polarizing prism in the sky projected the image of Zuo Wu thousands of miles away, and it was blurry. reflected back to thousands of different eyes.

This is probably some old-fashioned aesthetics of the general. It should be some kind of creed that when an emperor looks down at the world, he must also be examined by the people of the world.

Zuo Wu just waved to the hundreds of millions of people looking at him.

Under the image of black hair and black eyes.

Hundreds of millions of people suddenly erupted into incomparably violent cheers. There was no loudspeaker equipment, and everyone's eardrums were trembling; the monitoring satellites in the sky also captured the instant agitated emotions of the people on the planet, and the drawn psionic spectrum showed a small peak.

The residents of Tranquil Planet have been controlled by the Legion for a long time and need to vent.

You need to vent because you are dissatisfied.

What's the dissatisfaction?
Dissatisfied with the inefficiency of the government due to the confusion of powers; dissatisfied with the shortage of food types after the prairie fire suppressed the land and took away the livestock planet; dissatisfied with the lawlessness of giant companies; dissatisfied with those illusory crises...

And these things, don't it seem that all of them can be solved through the second coming of the emperor?Exactly the same as the glorious time in the millennium?
The cheers were even louder, and the spiritual energy fluctuations had reached a certain criticality under monitoring.

Zuo Wu didn't feel anything.

It's not that I think these gazes are small, nor is it that I don't know how much eager power is contained in these gazes.

Zuo Wu just felt that the "figure" everyone was watching and looking forward to was so separated from himself that he didn't have any sense of involvement at all.

He even wanted to join these lines of sight, to find out where that perfect and dazzling figure was.

It seems to be yourself?Zuo Wu wanted to laugh, you have found the wrong person.

Zuo Wu looked around.

This is not my hometown.

Dilian is not his own Dilian.

Zuo Wu doesn't need to be responsible for anything or anyone here; even if he is the one they expect.

Why is it necessary to give a response when people expect it?
Even the superhero who is loved by everyone and takes "with great power comes great responsibility" is because he is a "good-neighborly and friendly neighbor" and he is a member of the public, so he can silently shoulder the heavy responsibility ,Is not it?
Zuo Wu has the most.

I just silently bless these gazes, wishing that they can indulge in this phantom for a little longer, and wishing that their sweet dreams will not be broken.

It's a pity that the effect of the god's ruling made him want to take over the emperor's authority step by step, irreversible.

It's like being forced... strong or something.

Zuo Wu had been trying to make the process of being forced to accept it happier.The goal is to play some strategy games, from the popular "full dive" style to the oldest "pixel" game.

Pieces of maps are colored by themselves, and virtual countries rise and fall one after another under their own operation;
The only thing Zuo Wu got was countless good sleep like a baby.

What's even more exasperating is that "God's Judgment" requires him to be a good emperor, which will also affect his playing games. He can only force himself to watch the virtual map under his own operation, no matter how difficult it is, it will expand step by step .

Only the occasional interesting events can stimulate Zuo Wu's nerves.

The moon ladder is slowly moving up, and the cheering tone becomes higher, as if the people below are lifting it up with their voices.

Zuo Wu suddenly understood what he really liked.

As a person who has no parents, no hometown, and no memory, the first thing he does when he wakes up is to think about how to leave the abandoned planet;

There is nothing you need to be responsible for, but it doesn't mean that you can't witness those things happen.

I am a natural fugitive, and what I love is to witness different stories.

Occasionally, because of the excitement, I will reach out and try my best to reverse some individual stories of the matter to a good ending that I like, but I have no intention of changing the general trend of the matter at all.

To put it bluntly, he is a fun-loving person who loves freedom; the country and power should not restrain himself, nor should the downfall of a regime and the better fate of hundreds of millions of creatures get him.

No wonder I get along so well with Ai Shanshan and Levina, because I am the same kind of people as them.

The general on one side seemed to admire him more and more: "...Mr. Zuo, you can remain so calm in the face of so many eyes, just like the old saying that Mount Tai collapses in front of you without changing your face... I read it right, you are A born king."

Zuo Wu sneered, and stepped forward, his steps became more and more reckless, but he was mistaken for some kind of grace, and the voice of enjoying was getting louder and louder.

He just wanted to see how the general and this grand banquet would end up.

(End of this chapter)