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

Strauss stood behind the main seat, his hands on the table, leaning forward like a tiger ready to pounce at any moment.

The anger on his face twisted slightly when he saw the data panel in Wolf's hand, turning into a cold expression that was a mixture of irritation and a certain disbelief.

"Oh!"

He chuckled, his voice still hoarse, his gaze sweeping over the silent generals before settling back on Wolf.

"I want to see what kind of incredible battle report has to be sent in at this time."

I refuse to believe that Savannah, that godforsaken place, could have worse news than the destruction of those eight sub-fleets!

His words made the generals present lower their heads even further.

Captain Wolf felt a chill run from his tailbone straight to the back of his head, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the data pad.

His throat was dry, as if something was blocking it. He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound immediately.

Strauss frowned and urged impatiently.

"Are you mute? Read it!"

"Speak louder! Let all the pillars of the empire hear what 'surprise' Savannah has prepared for us this time!"

The invisible pressure weighed on Wolff's shoulders as if it were a physical weight.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus his gaze on the data panel screen, where every word felt like a red-hot branding iron.

He cleared his throat, his voice dry and strained, and began to read.

"Reporting to the Opal Sector Command... Colonel Lorraine Albert, Commander of the Mermaid Fleet..."

As he read the beginning, his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.

He could almost feel the gazes of all the generals in the conference room (though most of them still had their heads down) and Strauss's cold, piercing gaze fixed on him.

"Confirmed... The Imperial Megalodon fleet, at today's standard time... encountered an ambush by the enemy's main fleet in the Z-78 jump point area of ​​the Savannah system..."

He paused for half a second, and during that half-second pause, the air in the conference room seemed to freeze completely.

"...After confirmation from multiple signals and analysis of the wreckage...the Megalodon fleet...has been...completely annihilated."

"The enemy's troop strength and tactical characteristics are highly similar to the Federation's 'Pluto' class fleet that previously operated in the Savannah system."

"Preliminary assessment...the Megalodon fleet lost...more than one hundred starships...including the flagship 'Abyssal Fang'..."

By the end, Wolf's voice was barely audible.

He dared not look up, but stood there frozen, waiting for the inevitable, devastating wrath of thunder.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Even the sound of breathing seemed to have disappeared.

As Captain Wolf's dry voice faded, the last echo of "Abyssal Teeth" seemed to still tremble in the cold air.

Dead silence.

Absolute, heart-stopping silence.

In the main seat, General Strauss remained motionless, his hands resting on the table and his body leaning forward.

His face, filled with rage, sarcasm, and impatience, froze completely upon hearing the words, "The Megalodon fleet... has been annihilated," and then crumbled away like weathered rock.

His pupils first contracted sharply, then suddenly dilated.

The veins bulging on his forehead and neck turned from red to purple, throbbing violently. His chest remained still, as if he had even forgotten to breathe.

"More than...one...hundred...ships..."

His lips moved, unconsciously repeating those words, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

The crushing defeat of the eight sub-fleets was a humiliation unseen on the empire's borders for decades, a stain that he could never wash away from in his career.

His outburst of rage just now was less directed at his subordinates and more a frantic outburst of his own collapsing authority and his frustration with an unacceptable reality.

And now... just when he thought the bad news was over, another complete main force fleet that he had personally dispatched and was supposed to carry out a punitive mission—the Megalodon—also followed in his footsteps.

At a jump point in a star system under their own control, they were completely annihilated by the same Federation fleet...?!

"puff--!"

Extreme shock, rage, humiliation, and a deeper fear of the situation being completely out of control, like a burst dam, instantly shattered his forced composure and the barrier of his will as commander.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and suddenly his vision was swallowed by darkness, and all the sounds around him rapidly faded away.

Under the horrified gazes of the officers below, Strauss's tall and imposing body suddenly swayed, his arm supporting the table lost its strength, and he fell straight backward as if his spine had been removed!

"commander!"

"general!"

"Quick! Support the commander!"

The deathly silence was shattered, replaced by panicked screams and chaotic footsteps.

Almost at the same instant Strauss's body began to tilt, the three or four closest generals and lieutenant generals sprang up from their seats as if they were springs!

The heaviness and fear on their faces were instantly replaced by a mixture of genuine worry (at least on the surface) and an eagerness for some kind of opportunity.

"Get out of the way! I know first aid!"

A stout general roared, but his movements were unusually agile. He almost pushed aside his colleagues and was the first to rush to Strauss's side, trying to support his head and shoulders.

He was about to open his mouth to perform artificial respiration.

"Medical officer! Call the medical officer quickly!"

Another lieutenant general, who wore glasses and was usually known for his refined demeanor, shouted as he rushed to help Strauss with his arm. His fingers trembled slightly from the force, whether from worry or excitement, it was hard to tell.

"Commander! Hold on!"

"Quickly, lay him flat and keep his breathing unobstructed!"

More arms reached out, and everyone scrambled to help, some lifting legs, others unbuttoning collars, creating a chaotic scene.

Everyone's face turned red, their voices grew increasingly anxious, and their actions became more and more "proactive."

Captain Wolf was pushed aside, staring blankly at the absurd yet real scene before him.

Federal Frontier Security Bureau (FCB) Headquarters, Deep Underground Analysis Center.

Inside the enormous circular hall, countless screens displayed data streams from various star systems, with hushed conversations and the sound of keyboards forming the background noise.

Suddenly, a short but clear exclamation came from the "Rose" exclusive communication terminal area.

"Oh My God……"

The person who spoke was analyst Liang Yina.

She stared intently at the few lines of text that had just been decrypted and projected onto her personal work screen, unconsciously covering her mouth with one hand.

A male colleague at the next workstation, who was holding a coffee, was drawn to her reaction. He turned his head and asked, half-jokingly.

"What's wrong, Ina?"

What surprise has 'Rose' brought this time?

Could it be that young master Qin's Pluto fleet has wiped out another Imperial fleet?

He was just joking casually, trying to ease the tense atmosphere caused by the situation in Savannah in recent days.