From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 663 Do you want to truly live?
On the other hand, the Federal Provisional Military Government, knowing that the matter could no longer be concealed, quickly issued an official obituary.

Brandon and others also tried to use various measures to make all federal forces aware of the crisis and reunite.

“My fellow countrymen of the Federation:
It is with great sadness that we declare that Admiral Trafalgar of the Commonwealth Fleet died heroically in the heroic battle defending the Commonwealth.

Marshal Trafalgar's life was a life dedicated to the Commonwealth.

Faced with multiple crises such as the invasion of the Star Dragon Empire, the threat of the Atlas Group, and the rebellion within the Federation, he always stood at the forefront of defending the Federation.

Every decision he makes concerns the life and death of the federation, and every order he issues carries the hopes of thousands of soldiers and civilians.

The departure of Marshal Trafalgar is an immeasurable loss to the Federation!

Today, we mourn for the marshal who died for our country.

Tomorrow, we will make the murderer pay the price!
The Federation will never allow the Atlas Group to invade our territory.

The Federation hopes that you will become the best warriors!
Our shared loss makes us more united!
The Atlas Group must also be held responsible for this shameful conspiracy.
Do! Give! Answer!
Here, the Federal Provisional Military Government pays the highest respect and deepest tribute to Marshal Trafalgar. We call on all citizens of the Federation to remember his dedication and sacrifice, inherit his legacy, and continue to move forward bravely for the peace, stability and prosperity of the Federation.

May Marshal Trafalgar's heroic soul rest in peace, and the Federation will always remember his greatness! "

The radio at the city hall was broadcasting the obituary issued by the Federal Provisional Military Government in a solemn and sad tone. In this federal city shrouded in haze, the gray sky was like a heavy lead plate, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

On the street, the cold wind whistled like a ghost, carrying a hint of chill, and weaving freely between the towering buildings. The pedestrians looked panicked and walked hurriedly, and no one stopped for the obituary.

Their eyes were full of fear and anxiety. Some of them were hunched over, holding the packages tightly in their arms. Perhaps those were the emergency supplies they had grabbed during the sudden inflation. Some of them were walking quickly, constantly looking back, their eyes full of vigilance.

Most of the shops on the street had their doors closed, with a few left half-open. The shops were dead silent, and the owners had sad faces and were in no mood to serve customers.

The street lamps were swaying in the cold wind, emitting a faint, flickering light, which added a sense of desolation. The fallen leaves were swirling on the ground, and were blown mercilessly away into the distance by the wind, as if symbolizing the current fate of this once glorious federation.

The obituary of Marshal Trafalgar continued to echo, but this voice seemed so small and helpless in this chaotic street.

From the perspective of the lower-class residents, it seemed that no one cared about the departure of this hero. Everyone was struggling for their own survival. The whole city was immersed in an atmosphere of despair, as if the end of the world was approaching.
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Sainz always felt that he died a little too early.

Originally, his life was just going to get off work and coming home from a transportation company, eating, defecating, sleeping and waking up. He had no idea the meaning of his existence and lived like a walking corpse every day.

Sainz felt that he was about to rot, from the age of twenty-four until he was old, and then turned into soil and became a name.
No, maybe not even a name will exist, because in this fast-paced country of the Federation, no one will remember you. No one will remember a small transportation company employee. He is just a speck of dust in this world.

Sainz has been changing something, he wants to have his own meaning of existence
This kind of life continued until two years ago.
With the mentality of giving it a try, he passed the selection, joined the Atlas Group, and was successfully assigned to the combat fleet, and then began relevant learning and training.

Here, Sainz finally found the meaning of his existence, and realized that he actually had a talent for fleet command. However, because of his relatively humble background, he did not have the "stepping stone" of those upper-class figures in the Federation, and could not become an officer of the Federation Navy in his life, so he had been wasting this talent.

So when Sainz found the meaning of his existence in the Atlas Group, his talent also allowed him to continue to rise in the Atlas combat fleet and eventually become a middle-level officer.

But just when everything seemed to be clearing up and the future was looking better and better, he encountered a major crisis and choice in his life.

When the Atlas special operations fleet was threatened and was about to be destroyed.

Sainz took the initiative to grab the task of covering the main fleet, and led the "Poseidon" fleet to launch a suicide attack on the Federal Navy fleet.

Sainz did not regret taking on this mission. From the first day he joined the Atlas combat fleet, he had actually prepared himself mentally. The high pension benefits of the Atlas Group also allowed him not to worry about his family's future life at all.

But no matter what, he still felt a little regretful that he couldn't enjoy such days more.
"Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?"

When Sainz regained consciousness, he felt like his mind was a mess, and then such a confusing sentence appeared in front of him.

He recalled his last memory, which was the moment when the bridge of his light cruiser, the Winged Trooper, was completely destroyed by the enemy ship's heavy particle cannon.

There was no doubt that it was impossible for him to survive such an attack.

"Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?"

The text in front of him flashed again, as if indicating something to Sainz.

"What the hell is this? Who doesn't want to live?"

Sainz felt confused, but at the same time he suddenly discovered something that was right in front of him, but not so easy to notice.

That is, the font used in this line of text is the standard No. 4 font commonly used within the Atlas Group.

An attraction that cannot be described in words made Sainz focus on this line of text, and then slowly focus on the option "Yes" below.

Instantly, he lost consciousness.
Cold, shaking.
The moment he woke up, Sainz suddenly jumped up from the ground. He looked around in panic, and the bridge environment in his mind and the environment in front of him were instantly confused, but he woke up from the confusion after a few seconds.

A cold voice also reached his ears at this moment.

"Yes, you are the most qualified among the people who came this time."

(End of this chapter)