Starting with God's perspective, how to lose an interstellar war?

Wanshi Starfield.

The Bithoa Galaxy.

Qin Beiwang regained consciousness amidst a dizzying, shaking sensation.

"Commander! Wake up! The meeting is about to start in ten minutes!"

Qin Bei barely opened his eyes, and what came into view was the metallic ceiling.

My head is splitting with pain.

This isn't the kind of pain you'd expect from a hangover—at least not entirely.

He struggled to sit up in bed, his hands touching the cold alloy edge of the mattress.

"What am I doing..." Qin Beiwang muttered to himself.

Countless unfamiliar fragments of memory flooded into my mind like a tide.

Qin Beiwang is the commander of the Pluto Fleet, a sub-fleet under the Iron Fist Fleet of the Blue Star Federation.

Twenty-two years old, military rank major.

His father was the commander of the first fleet in the Milky Way region of the Blue Star Federation, and one of the seven marshals of the Federation.

Qin Beiwang was born with a silver spoon in his mouth; he was born into a golden age.

He is the youngest son of a federal marshal.

He was pampered and grew up amidst the praise of others.

This also led to his arrogance and disdain for others.

He became seen as a tiger father and a dog son by everyone.

He graduated from the Federal Starship Academy's Captain Command Department with the worst grades.

However, because he had a good father, he was assigned to a sub-class fleet as a commander right after graduation, without having to start from the bottom.

He was usually an alcoholic and lazy man who was indifferent to fleet affairs.

The entire Pluto fleet was actually maintained and operated by Deputy Commander Zhuang Zhixuan.

And him before he traveled through time.

"Qin Beiwang, a 33-year-old engineer at a space research institute in China, died in an accident in the laboratory..."

He subconsciously touched his face, and it felt much younger.

Duan Linchuan, a serviceman, is a young soldier who looks no more than twenty years old.

She was watching him anxiously.

"Commander, Commander Yang Shao hates people who are late the most."

Last time, Commander Wang of the Uranus Fleet was punished by being three minutes late and was sent to clean the engine filter system for a month...

"understood."

Qin Beiwang interrupted him, his voice somewhat hoarse.

He stood up, his body moving with surprising grace, as if it were his own.

He walked to the small washroom in the corner of the cabin and splashed his face with cold water.

The face in the mirror is young and handsome.

However, the puffy eye bags are clearly a result of a long-term lack of regular sleep patterns.

The moment the water droplets slid down his cheek, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly the view darkened—no, not darkened, but shifted.

Qin Beiwang blinked and found himself seemingly floating in the universe, with a three-dimensional star map unfolding before him.

Countless points of light flickered within, some as stable as stars, some moving slowly like planets, and others being man-made objects moving along specific trajectories.

A line of small text appeared in the lower left corner of the star chart:

Commander System is now activated.

Function 1: 3D Star Chart

Current mode: Passive reception

Data source: Pluto Squadron ship-wide detection array

Information delay: 0.008 seconds

"system?"

Before Qin Beiwang could figure out the system...

Duan Linchuan's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Commander Qin?"

How are you?

The star map vanished instantly, and the cramped bathroom returned to its original state.

"I'm fine."

Qin Beiwang took a deep breath, dried his face, and quickly changed into the dark blue fleet uniform hanging on the wall.

The uniform features the Federation's star ring emblem embroidered on the left breast, and a silver bar and a star on the shoulder straps—the rank of major.

He followed Duan Linchuan out of his personal cabin and into the ship's corridor.

On both sides of the corridor are constantly moving status display screens showing real-time data from various systems on the ship.

Occasionally, crew members in the same uniform would pass by and salute him, but their eyes betrayed their contempt.

"This is the interior of the T5-class battleship, the Kunlunshan..."

Qin Beiwang sighed inwardly.

Based on the original owner's memories.

Qin Beiwang learned that the battleship "Kunlun Mountain" was the flagship of the Pluto Fleet and was 4.8 kilometers long.

It is equipped with two "Kaitian" class heavy particle beam main cannons.

Twelve missile launch arrays and a close-in laser protection matrix.

And the "Dragon Scale" type adaptive reactive armor.

This is a T5-class main battleship of the Blue Star Federation.

T5 signifies the integration of the Federation's most advanced technology, the most ferocious firepower, and the most robust armor.

As for the T3, T4, and subsequent levels, they are successively weaker than T5 starships.

If it weren't for Qin Beiwang's identity as his father...

It's likely that this T5-class battleship won't be able to be incorporated into a sub-class fleet.

Keep in mind that other fleets of the same level are still using T4 or even T3 level battleships.

They passed through three airtight doors and entered the central bridge area.

The space here is open and spacious, reaching three stories high, with a huge curved observation window directly in front.

It is actually a composite structure composed of a high-strength transparent alloy and several layers of energy shields.

Outside the window, there is a deep and boundless starry sky.

In the distance, two Gale-class cruisers and several Shadowmoon-class destroyers can be seen escorting the ship.

"Squad leader, the meeting room is this way."

Duan Linchuan pointed to a sliding door on the right.

The moment the door opened, all the conversation inside stopped abruptly.

The conference room is oval-shaped, with a large holographic star map projection suspended in the center.

There were about twenty people sitting around the conference table.

They were all commanders of sub-fleets under the Iron Fist Squadron and their deputies.

All eyes turned to Qin Beiwang, who had just entered the room.

The person sitting in the main seat was a middle-aged military officer who was around fifty years old.

His face was as resolute as if carved from stone, with a noticeable scar at the corner of his eye.

His epaulettes had two silver bars—the rank of colonel.

This is Yang Shao, the commander of the Iron Fist Fleet.

Qin Beiwang's immediate superior.

"Major Qin,"

Yang Shao's voice wasn't loud, but every word was as piercing as an icicle.

"The meeting is scheduled to begin at 9:00 AM. It is currently 9:07:37 AM."

On the battlefield, seven minutes is enough for a fleet to complete a tactical jump and launch its first salvo at your mothership.

Qin Beiwang stood at attention and saluted.

"I'm sorry, Commander. I..."

I don't want to hear excuses.

Yang Shao interrupted him.

"Find a seat."

If it weren't for the fact that I only have five sub-class fleets under my command.

I would suggest that command use a more reliable fleet to carry out the mission.

A barely audible chuckle filled the conference room.

Qin Beiwang could feel the gazes falling on him—disdain, contempt, indifference.

He found an empty seat in a corner near the door and sat down. A female officer next to him nodded slightly.

She was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with delicate features but a serious expression.

The shoulder insignia reads "Lieutenant".

Based on the original owner's memories.

Qin Beiwang learned the other party's identity.

Zhuang Zhixuan, the deputy commander of the Pluto Fleet.

Unlike Qin Beiwang, who was a "slacker".

She was the top student to graduate from the Tactical Command Department of the Federal Star Sea Academy.

He fought many tough battles and made countless contributions before he was able to sit next to Qin Beiwang.

"Okay, let's continue."

Yang Shao tapped the table, and the holographic star map in the center began to change.

"As I just said, we have received an urgent order to proceed to the Elvira system immediately."

Yang Shao pointed to the star map.

The star map pinpoints a star system with seven planets and marks the intrusion trajectory of three red arrows.