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

He wore a crisp, dark blue colonel's uniform, his eyes calmly fixed straight ahead beneath the brim of his military cap.

Facing the massive crowd and cameras, his face showed no excitement or tension, only a calmness tempered by the trials of war.

Sunlight fell on the star emblem on his shoulder and the insignia on his chest, reflecting a cold yet glorious light.

Behind his vehicle were several smaller versions of the same hover platform vehicle.

Standing atop them were the core officers of the "Pluto" fleet who had come to receive the collective commendation.

Deputy Commander Zhuang Zhixuan, as well as the commanders of each fleet and the heads of departments with distinguished service records.

They were also dressed in military uniforms, heads held high and chests out.

Although not as eye-catching as Qin Beiwang, those faces, whether young or mature, all bearing the marks of battle, also embody an undeniable strength and glory.

The cheers from the crowd reached an unprecedented climax.

"Lieutenant Colonel Qin! Look! It's Lieutenant Colonel Qin!"

"Those must be his officers in the back, right? They're all excellent!"

"What a spectacle! So cool! This is what a hero of our Federation should look like!"

Amidst a shower of colorful ribbons and the deafening roar of cannons, Qin Beiwang's hovercraft came to a steady stop directly in front of the ceremony platform.

He raised his right hand and gave a standard, clean, and crisp military salute to the general on the high platform, to his colleagues around him, and to the countless excited people in the square.

Qin Beiwang, Zhuang Zhixuan, and other core officers, under the spotlight of countless eyes and cameras, steadily ascended the ceremony platform and stood in a line at their designated positions.

Behind them stood the silent monument to the heroes; in front of them, the crowd surged like a boundless sea.

The admiral with six stars on his shoulder returned to the loudspeaker, and the noise in the square gradually subsided, leaving only excited panting and expectant silence.

The general's gaze slowly swept across the audience, finally settling on Qin Beiwang's young yet resolute face.

He cleared his throat, and his voice, amplified by the loudspeaker system, resonated throughout every corner of the square:

"In view of Lieutenant Colonel Qin Beiwang and the 'Pluto' fleet under his command, the undeniable outstanding achievements made in the Battle of Savannah."

Following a report from the Wan Shi Starfield Theater Command, review by the Federal Joint Staff, and final approval by the Supreme Command—

He paused slightly, creating a solemn suspense.

"Officially promoted, Qin Beiwang, to the rank of Senior Captain in the Federal Navy."

"He was appointed as the first commander of the Pluto Rapid Mobility Strike Group (mother-class fleet architecture)."

A round of applause erupted from the audience, which was expected but still felt incredibly powerful.

At the age of 22, the commander of a mothership-class fleet has already broken Federation historical records.

But the general hadn't finished speaking.

He slightly raised his hand to signal for quiet, his expression becoming even more solemn.

"However, the aforementioned promotions and appointments are not enough to fully match the brilliant achievements of Colonel Qin Beiwang, which are enough to influence the strategic landscape."

His voice suddenly rose, each word like the clash of metal.

"A unanimous resolution was reached at a special meeting of the Federal Supreme Command..."

"Awarding Colonel Qin Beiwang one of the highest military honors in the Federation..."

"Planetary Medal!"

"Whoosh—!!!"

If the applause before was a wave, then what is erupting from all parts of the square now is a completely out-of-control tidal wave!

Countless people widened their eyes and opened their mouths in shock, their expressions frozen in utter disbelief.

Planet Medal!

That's one of the symbols that the federal government bestows upon military personnel, placing it at the very top of the honor system!

Its rarity even surpasses what many generals can achieve in their lifetime of struggle!

It represents not only supreme glory, but also an amazing and real privilege!

According to the Federal Interstellar Expedition and Merit Compensation Act, any federal citizen (usually only military personnel) who receives the "Planet Medal" has the right to choose and acquire permanent ownership of a natural planet (or a planet-like object of equivalent size and mass) in a new star system that the Federation has explored and confirmed to be safe in the future!

That's a planet!

Even the smallest, relatively resource-poor rocky planet.

Its intrinsic value, coupled with its potential mineral, colonial, and scientific research significance, often translates to hundreds of billions or even trillions of Star Dollars in the Federation's evaluation system!

Moreover, these are true strategic assets that money can't necessarily buy!

Historically, those who have received this medal have all been marshals and generals who made unparalleled contributions in the grand wars that determined the fate of the Federation.

Or perhaps a legendary explorer who made enormous sacrifices for the Federation's exploration and discovery of new star systems.

When they receive their medals, they are often already accomplished and gray-haired.

And now, it has been awarded to a twenty-two-year-old youth!

A young officer who had just graduated from military academy a few months ago!

"Okay... Planetary Medal?"

Did I hear that right?!

"Has the Supreme Command gone mad?"

How old is he!

"A planet... My God... Does that mean Colonel Qin will become... a planetary lord!"

"The youngest recipient in the past was Marshal Caron, who was almost fifty years old when he was awarded the medal, more than three hundred years ago!"

Twenty-two years old...this...

Shock, ecstasy, jealousy, disbelief... a variety of complex emotions spread and collided wildly among the crowd.

The media recording platform frantically adjusted the focus to give Qin Beiwang a close-up of his face.

Everyone wanted to see how the youngest recipient of the "Order of the Planet" in history, who was about to have his own planet, would react.

Even Qin Beiwang himself experienced a momentary blankness in his mind upon hearing the words "Planet Medal".

He anticipated the promotion, the expansion of the fleet, and even the possibility of receiving a high-level medal for meritorious service.

According to federal practice, an award like the "Meteorite Medal" is already an extremely high honor.

But he never expected that the Supreme Command would be so ambitious, skipping all the steps.

This "planetary medal," representing the ultimate dream and ultimate benefit for soldiers, was slammed onto his head.

A planet...

Even with his calm demeanor and life-or-death experience, his heart skipped a beat at this moment, and an emotion mixed with absurdity, shock, and a secret burning sensation surged uncontrollably.

That means unimaginable wealth, resources, independence, and... responsibility.

Zhuang Zhixuan, who was standing beside him, also showed an undisguised astonishment on her usually aloof face, and subconsciously turned her head to look at Qin Beiwang.

The other officers behind him were almost petrified, their eyes glazed over, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

Just as Qin Beiwang was slightly shaken by the weight of the "Planetary Medal" and had not yet fully recovered—

The admiral on the stage did not immediately end the ceremony.