Blessings to the beautiful stars

Zuo Wu returned all the way, and when he was jumping through the transit galaxies, he could see the administrative agencies in his territory spreading out at a speed visible to the naked eye;

The mimetic civilizations received the news compiled into Xiaohui's memory and instructions, and it took only a short time to figure out the situation, waiting to be merged into the administrative organization of Xindilian, and complete the running leap into the star sea.

They are essentially clones of Xiao Hui, and the so-called allegiance and development are like a house-playing game; but as the scale of the game gets bigger and bigger, everything really takes on a serious look——

Perhaps the social nature of all living beings is a game of convention, and only when everyone takes it seriously can it have a serious meaning.

Thanks to this, wherever Zuo Wu goes, he can be cheered like a tsunami of mimetic civilization; although there is no formal guard of honor, the enthusiasm in it can already make people's hearts heat up.

This made Zuo Wu a little embarrassed.

Until the broadcast was covered by cheers again, Zuo Wu finally covered his face and said to Xiao Hui:

"Xiao Hui...isn't it necessary?"

Xiao Hui pretended to be stupid, if she wasn't imitating the starship, she must be looking at Zuo Wu from the bottom up at this moment: "Well, what did you say, Your Majesty? I don't understand."

"Isn't the mimetic civilization your avatar? Their cheers are your cheers. I understand it. There is no need to repeat it so many times..."

Listen, Xiao Hui swings the wings, making everything in the simulated starship cabin sway left and right, as if shaking his head vigorously:
"Who said that the mimic civilization is my avatar, but everyone retains self-awareness. This is something you promised me; I have no right to interfere with their cheers."

At this time, the starship of the little gray imitation is passing over a planet;
Zuo Wu scratched his hair and looked down. He could almost feel the eyes of thousands of mimetic creatures looking up together, as bright as stars embedded in the ground.

"Then how should I respond to them?" Zuo Wu asked.

"Hmm, no need, just tell me if you have anything to say, I can represent all of them!" Xiao Hui replied.

"...Didn't you just say that they are independent individuals with self-awareness?"

The little gray imitation starship circled happily in the air:

"But I am a goddess, and I am their supreme will; it is almost the same meaning as your Majesty, you are the emperor, and you can represent the regime of the Imperial Alliance."

Zuo Wu smiled.

The golden cotton watching from the side has already washed Levina's mouth out of the pile of accreted metal and crystals on her body; Levina heard that although her body is still immobile, her mouth can't stay still:

"Boss, here I have the fastest way to help you build a paradise."

"Let's hear it?" Zuo Wu's eyes lit up.

Levina barely propped up her body that was still wrapped in crystals, her voice was full of jokes and jokes:
"How simple is it, let Xiao Hui adjust the mood of the mimic civilization, let them lower the threshold of happiness every day, and they will be able to rejoice every day and be extremely happy every day; in this way, won't the 'paradise' you want, boss, be built directly?"

Zuo Wu curled his lips: "What's the difference between this and the distribution of Bliss stickers to all the people?"

"The difference is that Xiao Hui's mimicry can maintain rationality in the midst of joy, and even lower the threshold for feeling joy, which is originally one of Xiao Hui's abilities,"

Levina's voice gradually lowered:
"The creatures in the galaxy are full of strange things, so why is it so strange that there is a group like Xiao Hui who can keep happy every day? If this is the case, maybe whatever the galaxy becomes, they can all get happiness in it."

Zuo Wu was surprised: "Levina, are you joking, are you seriously considering this proposal?"

"...Sorry, I may have been influenced by some white angels;"

Levina was silent for a moment, her mouth curled into a crescent moon; because Jin Mian only dug out her mouth, she couldn't tell whether she was in pain or laughing for a while:
"The white angel said that the saddest thing about the Chudan angels is that they are gradually numb in the endless pursuit of joy, making it difficult to feel happiness, and then they pursue more and more excessive stimulation, and gradually degenerate;"

"But Xiao Hui's avatars won't have this problem, they can lower the threshold of feeling happiness; if the white angel is still alive, she should be very...very envious."

Xiao Hui snorted softly: "It makes sense, but I won't take this suggestion."

"why?"

"The extent of feeling happy should be an important component of individual personality - it can be summed up in the word 'optimism'; changing now is tantamount to letting me give up on myself, the self who has been in contact with you for so long, I am not willing;"

Xiao Hui was extremely calm: "Of course, if you all die, I will do the same...do the opposite of what Levina said."

"……why?"

"Because I will be so sad that I want to commit suicide, and I won't want my current personality; but I am a gray Gu, how can I easily destroy myself? After the current personality is destroyed, the remaining fleet will form a new personality, a new me ;”

"It's just that at that time, I would definitely learn the lesson of personality destruction and minimize the ability to feel emotions;"

Xiao Hui bared its teeth and claws, imitating a tiger and barking:
"Wow, at that time, I will be a truly emotionless creature! At that time, I will definitely become a natural disaster sweeping the galaxy, fulfilling your wish to bring panic to the galaxy; um, maybe I can mimic it by myself Get the engine out and build a paradise."

"It's just that without you, what's the point of all this?"

Xiao Hui's light tone made Zuo Wu feel more and more heavy.

He exhaled: "Okay, I will try to live longer."

"You have to keep your word!" Xiao Hui nodded, recorded this voice conveniently, and played it over and over again.

……

There are more and more galaxies that Zuo Wu has passed, since Zuo Wu's cheers and protests against the mimetic civilization are ineffective, he can only slowly adapt to the roaring tsunami.

The effect is remarkable, at least he can take it calmly when he looks at the countless bright eyes that are almost exactly the same as Xiao Hui.

Time goes by.

The distance to the initially discovered mimic galaxy that can be used as a hyperspace channel hub is getting closer and closer, and the laying of the administrative divisions of Xindilian is also getting faster and faster.

Zuo Wu saw starships and creations passing by his party more than once; the logistics were extremely busy, the starships were like shuttles, and some company advertisements were painted on the shells, indicating that it was a guest of Xindilian.

It is hard to imagine that this piece of cosmic debris that has become a territory was filled with a dead silence of nothingness just a short time ago, and now it really has the taste of an interstellar regime.

It must be known that in this piece of cosmic fragments, in order to realize long-distance communication, it is still necessary for Xiaohui to provide the mimicry of communication particles.

I don't know which daring giant company dares to do business with its own Xindilian under the condition that all the communications they use are monitored; maybe some companies are already very optimistic about their prospects?
Zuo Wu rubbed his chin, all of this is due to the contribution of Ai Shanshan, Duzi, and Fang Nuolu; they set up the whole regime, and he is the one who enjoys the fruits.

Everything seems to be progressing rapidly as if in another world, and Zuo Wu even felt for a moment that he was close to realizing his two current goals.

pity.

The goal of building a "promised land" is too far away, and exploring the earth is not close.

Until returning to the mimic planet that can be used as a navigation hub.

Zuo Wu only saw the documents piled up on his desk, rising up together with the modular buildings outside the window, and countless miscellaneous things piled up, which only made him feel dizzy.

He had to speak to the blunt guy who ran most of the business in the Starsea Alliance palace.

The holographic projection was turned on, and Dutzi's bald head appeared in front of his eyes after a long absence, which made Zuo Wu miss him very much, but what he said was still as thorny as before:
"Blunt, can I interpret these incomprehensible documents as your warning to me?"

Blunt shrank back, suddenly realized that she was talking to Zuo Wu's holographic image, and couldn't hit her no matter what, his expression instantly turned perverse:

"Aha! It's not because someone's level is not good. If it's not because of someone's authority, it's because of his authority; Hehe, Your Majesty Zuo, everything is fine when you're not around, so good that I don't think it's a problem for me to be the emperor!"

"How about it? Think about it? I'll be right and you'll be wrong;"

Blunt almost raised the tip of his nose to the sky:

"Oh, anyway, let you digest the documents, probably in a literal sense, bookworm? Bookworm! How can you manage the country well like this!"

Zuo Wuya's teeth were itchy, and the feeling of headache and beating Duzi came back: "Duzi, the place where I am now is the hub of the waterway, and it will not take a few days to come here."

The blunt man smiled: "You rush over here first, anyway, Della has grown up a lot, and I can hide behind her."

Della...

When Zuo Wu turned his head, Gary, the insect-man who could serve as Della's temporary shelter, was always by his side; but Della seemed to be too sensible, and never took the initiative to take the body of this insect-man.

"...Hiding behind Della, are you okay?" Zuo Wu could only say.

The blunt man was confident: "Oh, I heard that the emperor bled and drifted away in a rage, so being beaten by you again is different from the past. I'm afraid it will be very dangerous. How can I take care of face?"

Zuo Wu was so choked that he couldn't speak, and he could vaguely see Chongniang's tentacles probing over the holographic image, so he could only swallow the bad words and sneered:
"Hey, blunt, I hope you can explain the status quo to me like this."

Blunt also became serious in front of Della: "No problem, so and so, so and so..."

If you ignore the vulgar words that come out of the bald AI's mouth from time to time, she is a good narrator, and she can explain the current situation in the cosmic debris with almost three times, five times and two divisions——

The general idea is that everything is indeed thriving, and Xindilian is rapidly transitioning to a normal interstellar civilization.

The scale of the imagined possible attack was also smaller than expected, and it was their absolute monopoly of communication in the space debris that made the contribution.

Similarly, the special agency established around monitoring is also becoming more and more complete. Most of the members of this agency are recruited from mimic creatures. After being granted authority by Gray Wind, doing this job is like a miracle.

This is also the bridgehead for the mutual connection and cooperation between the mimetic civilizations and the administrative agencies of the Xindilian.

The bald AI also bragged about the intelligence agency she established, but the professionalism of this agency made Zuo Wu very suspicious. Maybe there were so many double-faced spies in it that they could engage in team building every day.

But everything is just scratch, can not expect too much.

The brief introduction is over.

Blunt subconsciously began to brag:
"Speaking of which, Liangguling and her family have been so bored recently, they always complained to me that the lawsuit to get back the legacy of the old Imperial Union is too easy, and they want me to arrange a big one for them."

big?

Zuo Wu thought for a while: "I snatched a huge machine from Liaoyuan, so that the good-boned actors can make use of it and make Liaoyuan disgusting."

Blunt stared: "Oh my god, why didn't you tell me about such an important matter right away?"

"Because the process of snatching it was a bit incomprehensible, and it's boring to talk about it... Huh? Didn't I write this in the report contacting you?"

Zuo Wu was suspicious, but Du Zi looked away guiltily, guessing that someone would help her review the report.

There is a high probability that Fang Nuolu is doing these things.

"...Forget it, blunt, if you have confidence in the intelligence network you have established, help me pay attention to the news of Liaoyuan's other etheric engines." Zuo Wu shook his head.

"Okay, no problem!"

Dutzi agreed readily, but seemed to want to save face and change the subject, so he sped up his speech and reported to Zuo Wu:
"I... I don't know everything, at least you and Liaoyuan knew about the victory in the last match! It's just that I don't know a little bit of the details."

Zuo Wu felt that the matter of the Ether Elephant Engine should not be regarded as "a little bit of detail", but other things attracted his attention: "You know that we played against Liao Yuan and won a game?"

"Well, the Star Sea Alliance has spread all over the world, and there is a high probability that someone is helping us to make a name;"

Blunt hugs:

"Not many people believed it at the beginning, but recently it has intensified; the intelligence agency I established has been investigating who is so kind..."

"As a result, after checking and checking, it seems that Liaoyuan spread the news on purpose. I really don't know what they are thinking about."

Zuo Wu frowned.

The Liaoyuan people have gone to great lengths to let others know that they have defeated them; or do they want a specific person to know that the etheric engine is in their hands?
Maybe both.

Could it be that the Liaoyuan people are so "magnanimous" that they don't hesitate to break their invincible image to reduce the fear that the creatures in the star sea may feel in the future, but also to help themselves become famous, because the troubles entangled in this engine are far greater than imagined ?
what.

interesting.

Zuo Wu grinned, and wearing the crown must bear the burden. No matter how big the trouble is, can it be more difficult than letting yourself start an engine full of energy, and only need to pay a little bit to compress the mass of the galaxy?

He relished the challenge.

"...Blunt, since our reputation has spread, is there anyone here to join us? Wandering scientists from other regimes, or survivors of the old Imperial Alliance?"

Blunt nodded:

"There must be. It's just that people who come here will probably disappoint you. Who would put their fortunes on a suspicious regime that has wiped out all the people in its predecessor and is now just an initial creation? It's either a lunatic or a criminal."

Zuo Wu shook his head: "So what? Isn't it just panning for gold in the sand, I believe I have this luck."