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He turned slightly to face the highest seat in the center of the viewing platform, his face showing a solemn and respectful expression, and announced in a loud voice.

"Next, please welcome one of the seven marshals, a member of the Federal Supreme Command—"

He paused, then uttered the name that resonated throughout the Federal military with clarity and force:

"Marshal Qin Qianfan—"

"I personally pinned the 'Order of the Planet' on Colonel Qin Beiwang to recognize his extraordinary courage and decisiveness displayed under dire circumstances during the Battle of Savannah!"

"hiss--!"

A collective gasp erupted from the audience, instantly drowning out the lingering cheers that had not yet completely subsided.

Marshal Qin Qianfan!

One of the seven marshals of the Federation, a giant who commands the first fleet of the Galactic Starfield, and a true pinnacle of the military!

Moreover... he is Qin Beiwang's biological father!

A father, a marshal at that, personally awarded his son the "Order of the Planet" in such a grand public setting...

This is not just an honor, but a highly symbolic inheritance and recognition!

This is an extremely rare and remarkable story in the history of the Federal Army!

Countless gazes immediately shifted from Qin Beiwang to the highest point of the viewing platform.

The media cameras frantically adjusted their angles, trying to capture this historic moment.

When Qin Beiwang on the stage heard the name "Qin Qianfan," his heart tightened instantly.

The original owner's father!

The Federal Marshal, who in the fragments of memory was as majestic as a mountain, reserved in his emotions, and constantly engaged in battles abroad!

Since transmigrating, he has successfully impersonated "Qin Beiwang" by relying on fragments of the original owner's memories and his own abilities, even deceiving his closest adjutant and subordinates.

But facing the biological father of this body, an Imperial Marshal whose insight must be extremely keen and who should have a unique understanding of his son (even if not particularly close)...

An almost instinctive sense of tension, a feeling of being a "fake," rose uncontrollably from the bottom of my heart.

He can play the role very well, but will the bloodline and details left by his long life reveal any inconsistencies when you get close to him?

Will the Marshal's eyes, which have seen through countless battlefields and people's hearts, detect anything unusual?

He tried his best to maintain a calm facial expression and upright posture, but his fingers hanging at his sides curled up almost imperceptibly.

At this moment of great anticipation, and with Qin Beiwang secretly filled with trepidation—

A deep and unique hum came from above the square. It was not the roar of a fighter jet engine, but more like the high-frequency vibration of a strong anti-gravity field running stably.

Everyone looked up.

A dark blue figure was seen flying steadily from a high platform of the parliament building.

It wasn't a hovercar, but rather stepping directly onto a small, disc-shaped, single-person anti-gravity aircraft.

The aircraft was entirely matte black, with almost no exposed parts; only a ring of pale blue light around its edge indicated that it was in operation.

The person standing on it is the focus of all eyes.

He was wearing a dark blue federal marshal's uniform, but the tailoring was more refined, and the fabric shone with an indescribable noble luster in the sunlight.

The shoulder insignia do not bear general stars, but rather the silver star emblem unique to the Federal Marshal—a ring of smaller gold stars arranged in a solemn "U" shape, surrounding a large, dazzling main star in the center, symbolizing the supreme authority to command all.

He looks to be around forty or fifty years old, but his real age is far from that; this is the result of the combined effects of top-level genetic optimization and the passage of time.

His facial features were five or six parts similar to Qin Beiwang's, but more profound and rugged, like a rock peak eroded by billions of years of stellar storms.

He wore no medals on his chest, for they could no longer bear witness to his achievements.

Only a handful of specially made medals, at the very top of the federal medal system, symbolizing decisive battle victories and lifelong contributions, hang quietly, each representing a legend worthy of being written into textbooks.

And so, stepping on that silent, hovering aircraft, he flew over the square under everyone's gaze and slowly descended toward the ceremony platform.

There was no grand procession, no deafening accompaniment.

There was only one person and one aircraft.

But the invisible majesty and aura belonging to the Federal Marshal descended as if they were tangible.

The once bustling square quickly became solemn, quiet, and even suffocatingly awe-inspiring.

The aircraft hovered precisely at the edge of the platform, half a foot off the ground.

Marshal Qin Qianfan swiftly stepped down and onto the high platform.

The aircraft then automatically rose and flew away silently.

The moment he stood still, his gaze passed over Qin Beiwang, who was a few steps away, and he first nodded slightly to the six-star general who was presiding over the ceremony.

Then, she finally turned her gaze to her son.

His gaze was calm and deep, like a calm, deep sea, without the slightest ripple, yet Qin Beiwang felt as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on him.

Qin Beiwang immediately straightened his back, suppressing all his chaotic thoughts.

With the most standard military posture, he raised his arm to salute his father, who was also the Federal Marshal.

"marshal!"

Qin Qianfan looked at her son's young face, which already showed signs of developing sharp features.

He stared at it silently for two seconds.

Then, he slowly raised his hand and returned a marshal's salute.

The movements were precise and meticulous.

The ceremony is over.

Marshal Qin Qianfan's movements were steady and precise.

He first took the two brand-new four-star colonel epaulets from the ceremonial officer's tray.

The star emblem gleamed with a cool yet glorious luster in the sunlight.

He raised his hand and carefully attached the new, formal colonel's shoulder insignia, one after another, to the dark blue shoulder straps of his military uniform.

Throughout the entire process, his fingers did not tremble at all, as if he were performing the final assembly of the most intricate starship components.

Then, his gaze fell on the "Planet Medal".

He stretched out his hands and gently lifted it up, his fingertips brushing over the cool, nebulous-like gemstone on the surface of the miniature planet, and the two golden star rings inlaid with fine diamonds on the outside.

Then, he bent down and, with a more focused and almost solemn posture than before, pinned the heavy medal once again to Qin Beiwang's left chest, directly above his heart.

After fastening the belt, he did not immediately let go.

Instead, he clenched his right fist and, with his knuckles, gave the medal that symbolized an entire planet a firm and steady tap.

"Thump."

A muffled thud, clear through the military uniform, reached Qin Beiwang's ears and seemed to strike the hearts of everyone present.

That's not an adjustment, that's not a confirmation.

It was a ritual, a brand. Like an ancient blacksmith branding a shield with a red-hot iron, declaring ownership and responsibility.

After doing all this, Marshal Qin Qianfan raised his eyes and met Qin Beiwang's gaze once again.