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

There was no gate at the entrance, only a soft curtain of light.

Qin Beiwang stepped inside, and his identity information was instantly scanned and confirmed, causing the light screen to ripple like water.

The interior suddenly opened up.

The first sensation is weightlessness—no, it's a simulated microgravity environment.

The enormous atrium space is cleverly designed into several gravity gradient zones.

The lowest level has normal gravity as per the capital planet's standard, while the gravity decreases progressively on the floating platforms above. Guests can experience the joy of walking, lightly jumping, or even briefly floating in different areas.

Waiters and performers in flowing gowns gracefully "swimmed" in the microgravity zone, like deep-sea mermaids.

Everywhere you look, there is futuristic luxury.

The walls and parts of the floor are fluid, interactive light and shadow interfaces that ripple or bloom into illusory flowers as people walk by.

The furniture appears to be made of solidified light or liquid metal, and its shape can be changed to adapt to any need.

The entertainment of the powerful and wealthy has long surpassed simple drinking and merrymaking.

Under a semi-open crystal dome on the right, a "multi-sensory immersive drama" is unfolding.

Guests reclined in comfortable force field chairs, wearing thin neural connection headbands.

The consciousness seems to be present at the scene of a famous battle or epic myth, feeling the artistically processed blast waves, magical impacts or alien landscapes, and the emotions are drawn by the carefully designed plot.

On the left is a huge holographic sandbox, simulating a small-scale interstellar fleet battle in real time.

Several well-dressed young men and women are using gestures and voice commands to control a virtual fleet, engaging in attack and defense, arguing heatedly. This is not only a game, but also a form of strategic showing off and social interaction.

The air is filled with melodies composed in real time by top-tier AI, subtly influencing people's emotions.

At the bar in the distance, the bartenders are not operating bottles, but rather complex molecular synthesizers and extractors. On the spot, based on the guests' physiological data and emotional fluctuations, they synthesize unique "emotional drinks" that combine taste and specific physiological effects.

He didn't stop and went straight to the private elevator.

The elevator door, made of a single crystal with a constantly changing nebula pattern, quietly opened after recognizing his identity.

The elevator ascends at a comfortable speed, and through the transparent walls of the car, glimpses of the luxurious scenes on different floors inside the building flash by.

Finally, the elevator stopped at the top floor marked "Dome of Stars".

The door opened.

The noise and heat wave were accompanied by an even richer aroma.

This is a completely transparent spherical space, suspended at the very top of the building, offering a 360-degree panoramic view of the capital star's dazzling night sky and the distant city lights below.

The interior space is extremely large, with a sunken dance floor at the center, where graceful figures are swaying in the hazy beams of light.

There are many semi-enclosed booths around the perimeter, offering good privacy.

"Brother Qin! Over here!"

An excited, slightly rough voice drowned out the background music.

A young man with a round, slightly chubby face and wearing a flashy, shiny jacket was waving his hand vigorously as he stood up from a huge booth in the very center with the best view.

It was Luo Hao.

The booths were already filled with men and women, all dressed smartly and exuding an air of superiority, a nonchalant air that was characteristic of their social class.

Upon seeing Qin Beiwang, all their gazes turned to him, filled with curiosity, scrutiny, envy, flattery, and perhaps even a hint of barely perceptible jealousy.

Qin Beiwang remained calm as he walked past those gazes.

As Qin Beiwang stepped into the booth, he was immediately enveloped by the cacophony of noise and the aroma of various expensive fragrances and alcohol.

Luo Hao immediately and enthusiastically pulled him to sit in the most spacious seat in the center, while he himself plopped down next to him.

"Brother Qin, we've been waiting for you! The brothers have missed you so much!"

Luo Hao patted Qin Beiwang on the shoulder and then turned to call out to the waiter.

Bring up both "Starry Night Dream" and "Cloud Aurora"!

The best one!

We absolutely have to give Brother Qin a proper welcome today!

Soon, two graceful and beautiful young women swayed as they walked over.

They wore nearly transparent fringed tulle dresses, the cutting-edge biomimetic material of the interstellar era making the fabric feel like a second skin, yet cleverly creating a hazy allure at key points, their beautiful curves appearing and disappearing under the changing light.

With well-trained, sweet smiles, the two naturally nestled on either side of Qin Beiwang, softly inquiring about his preferences.

At first, Qin Beiwang's body stiffened for a moment, but he immediately relaxed, and even a hint of the original owner's usual slightly cynical smile appeared on his face.

He reached out and seemingly casually put his arm around one of the people's slender waists, while his other hand took the "Starry Dream" drink from the waiter, the liquid in the glass swirling slowly as if containing a nebula.

"Fatty Luo understands me best."

He took a sip of the wine; the taste was complex and wonderfully nuanced, with a slight soothing effect.

He acted like a weary prodigal son returning home, skillfully enjoying the hospitality of this gentle haven without revealing the slightest flaw.

"That's right! We're brothers, we're practically inseparable!"

Luo Hao raised his glass.

"Come on! Brothers and sisters! Raise your glasses!"

Cheers to our Federation hero, the conqueror of Savannah, Colonel Qin Beiwang!

"Cheers!"

"Respect to Brother Qin!"

"Brother Qin is awesome!"

A chorus of agreement and praise immediately erupted from the booth.

Those present were all "second-generation" elites from the top echelons of the capital planet, and their influence was not to be underestimated. They were often able to obtain battle reports and commendation orders circulating within the military earlier and in greater detail than ordinary officers.

"Brother Qin, you're awesome!"

Obsidian Fleet!

"I heard you blew up that old devil Lancaster's Tier 5 battleships?"

"More than that!"

The battle report says that the Megalodon was completely annihilated!

That's the Empire's main fleet!

"And the Langkawi base!"

My dad’s friend at the General Logistics Department said that the Empire’s logistics line in Savannah is at least a third paralyzed!

Brother Qin, you've really given our Federation a much-needed boost!

"Exactly! Let's see if those barbarians in the Empire will dare to be arrogant again!"

The praise was endless, mixed with disdain for the empire and an exaggerated claim to Qin Beiwang's achievements.

Soon, the conversation turned to themselves.

"Brother Qin, you've really made the 'Twelve Young Masters of the Capital' look great this time!"

"A young man with dyed silver hair said excitedly."

"From now on, when we go out, everyone will look up to us."

They say our circle has produced a fleet commander who's truly earned his reputation through real combat!

"That's right!"

Another young man wearing an expensive mechanical watch.

"Brother Qin, next time there's a tough battle like this, take me with you!"

I'd like to go to the front lines and see for myself, fire a couple of shots and have some fun!

"I need to earn some military merits too, otherwise my old man at home will always call me a spoiled brat!"