I would rather betray the gods

The Tiger Tally of the Seven Camps of the Big Dipper?

Serachia initially thought she was seeing things.

It wasn't until she carefully held the tiger tally in her hand and examined it closely that she realized it wasn't a high-quality counterfeit or any souvenir, confirming its authenticity.

No, you can just give this away like that?

What is this? This is supreme military power, the very foundation upon which a king stands!

Serachia looked at Yuzu with disbelief in her eyes.

"I can't control the beast that is the Seventh Battalion of the Big Dipper, but you can. With your reputation, you can completely subdue it."

So I want you to gather them on Bulaixing and reawaken this beast, so you can command it at your will.

"I'll take over when I'm qualified; if I'm never qualified, you'll remain in charge."

Yu Zi placed her hands on the table, her expression sincere and heartfelt.

"The Seven Camps of the Big Dipper are an unparalleled weapon of the Pisces Palace. Aren't you afraid that by handing them over to me so casually, I'll become even more powerful and arrogant?"

Serachia sat sideways, fiddling with the tiger tally in one hand, and gave a sinister smile.

"If you want to amass military power, why wait until I return to my position? You are not a fish, and you have not made a move even after so long of reincarnation."

I don't know about the other Kings of the Realms, but if any of them had such thoughts, it certainly wouldn't be you, King of the Realms.

What can be put out in the open is what isn't afraid of being exposed to the light. Serachia asked naturally, and Yuzu answered even more naturally.

Moreover, he concluded by saying that the least likely candidate was Serachia, and this was not an exaggeration. He had a natural ability to open his heart and directly touch the soul when interacting with people, and he could usually tell the feeling the other person’s soul gave him.

"It's a very worthwhile exchange. But let's put An Jun at ease first. The resettlement of all the families of the Seventh Battalion of the Big Dipper and their daily expenses will be a huge cost. How much of that should our Serachia territory contribute?"

Even close brothers keep clear accounts. Serachia calculated in his mind, hoping to gain as much as possible.

It wasn't that she lacked the ability to pay the full amount, but rather that she had her own small court within her realm, and she didn't want to be criticized by her civil and military officials because of this.

"Not a single penny will be needed from your esteemed community, and I will also have Pisces Palace allocate an extra amount each month as a subsidy for your command of troops."

Yuzu said without hesitation.

Seeing this, the head butler and Banlan remained completely unmoved.

Because this is the Pisces Palace, not some planetary kingdom, besides its own directly administered revenue, it also receives tribute from 3,600 realms. Its wealth is so abundant that it's almost worrying.

It's truly worrying. Time flies, and Pisces' wealth has accumulated to fill several planets, not even including virtual currency.

Recently, another planet has been filled up, and now the steward is worried about where to set up a new treasury. Something too small won't do, and something as big as the moon would take a thousand or eight hundred years to fill up, which is troublesome.

"It's settled then."

Serachia hadn't expected to not have to spend a single penny of her own money, and she readily accepted this seemingly foolproof exchange.

After saying that, she put the tiger tally into her pocket, discarding the wooden box containing it, as it was made of quite valuable material, otherwise it would make her seem too greedy.

"Oh, by the way, I have a small request. Please help Yu Bulai out a bit, so he can become a familiar face in the camp."

Yuzu seized the opportunity to bring up the matter.

Serachia smiled slightly, thinking to himself that he had long seen through the little scheme in the boy's heart. "God King, rest assured, in less than three years, I, the Realm King, will not only make Yu Bulai an indispensable banner in the hearts of the generals of the Seven Camps of the Big Dipper, but I will also cultivate him into a great general."

Of course, I only dared to make this guarantee because I saw that Yu Bulai was a promising talent.

Everyone was happy, and Yuzu clapped her hands in delight.

Then he stopped smiling, because the mention of the rain made him think of a serious problem:

Both were gods who descended to mortal planets, so why did Banlan lead her troops to conquer Chalono Star unscathed, while Yu Bulai had to wait a hundred years?

If both use divine power to intervene in the karma of mortal planets, wouldn't that affect the natural fortune of that planet? Why is the kind of rain that doesn't come not allowed by the Heavenly Dao?

[Different in nature]

Serachia told him.

For example, in a pond, the former is a bird flying in the sky. The bird can choose to eat the small fish in the pond. What's more, the fish that Banlan is going to eat this time are mutated small fish that affect the food chain.

The latter is different; it involves a big fish eating a small fish, and then the eaten small fish is reborn as a bird that retaliates by harming the smaller fish in the pond. The original intentions are different.

To put it simply and bluntly, the former, the law of the jungle, conforms to the natural order and ecological laws, while the latter is a troublemaker who goes against the natural order.

...

Rain does not come to the mother planet.

Amidst the lush green mountains and forests, a new grave stands in an open space.

A middle-aged woman was lying on the fresh soil in front of the grave, crying her heart out. A disheveled four or five-year-old girl stood beside her.

From the woman's intermittent sobs, we can tell that her son Yu Bulai died so tragically, leaving her, an old woman, and his sister behind. How are they supposed to survive?

After a long, long time, the woman slowly got up from the grave, wiping away tears and blowing her nose, and squatted down to say to the little girl, "Little sister, come and kowtow to your brother a few times, and then we'll go home."

The little girl remained quiet, and the silent tear tracks on her face showed how sensible she was. She nodded earnestly when she heard the woman's words, then took a few small steps toward the grave, straightened her smudged hair, and knelt down to kowtow.

Just as the little girl stood up again, a small white butterfly suddenly flew in from nowhere and fluttered around her.

The little girl was startled at first, but quickly stretched out a small hand to catch the butterfly as it fell, as if she had received some kind of telepathic connection.

"Mom is the older brother, Mom is the older brother!"

When the butterfly gently landed on her hand, the little girl jumped up and down with joy, making sure to tell the woman.

At this moment, the woman who was tidying up the bamboo basket looked up and then pressed her cheek against the little girl's face. Her eyes revealed a soft light that showed she was willing to believe her daughter was telling the truth. "Yes, it's your brother who has come back to see us."

Little did she know that her hope was real, and that the butterfly was actually Yu Bulai in disguise!

The little girl interacted with the butterfly for a long time.

The woman refused to disturb her daughter at all, for seeing her daughter's long-lost laughter was a source of comfort for her as well.

Until the butterflies fluttered away.

The woman carried the little girl away, and the little girl, clinging to her mother's shoulder with a reluctant expression, gradually disappeared into the woods.

With a whoosh, two beams of light, one gold and one silver, landed in front of the grave, transforming into a pomelo and a variegated flower.

"Good heavens, Yu Bulai was a young general who had made countless contributions in battle, and this is all the treatment he gets after dying on the battlefield?"

Looking at the mound of earth that wasn't even knee-high, Youzi plopped down next to the wooden tombstone. She looked at the inscription, which had already been blurred by the rain in such a short time.

"Can't you see, Second Master, that the war has already caused the system of this planet to collapse? It's good enough that the living can survive."

Look at what Mom and Sister are wearing when it rains—rough linen clothes and tattered straw sandals. That alone reflects the environment of this planet.

As she spoke, Banlan opened a booklet, titled "Star Chronicles: Past and Present."

With the help of the Realm King Serakia, the ruler of this planet directly granted her and Yuzu a green channel (allowing them to descend to the world in their full forms), and even presented them with the [Star Records] for reference, making things much more convenient.

"Check what era this corresponds to on Earth. Why are their clothes so pitiful?"

After saying that, Yuzu let out a long sigh.

"Hmm...probably around the Warring States period."

Banlan flipped through the booklet and said.

"Wow, how come there's such a big difference?" Yuzu's heart sank. "No wonder when I first saw Yu Bulai, his chest armor only had a few bamboo plates. I was skeptical when he said he was a junior officer."

"Wait a minute, this star doesn't seem young at all. Why is the civilization here developing so slowly? Is it because the ruler here is bad at governing?"

"Please, Second Master, how can you say such ignorant things as a God-King? How could a god who can become a One-Star Ruler be a coward?"

Banlan looked on with disdain.

Then, holding the "Star Chronicle," she revealed the truth:

This is the third time this planet has been restarted. The previous two times, the final war between civilizations led to a post-apocalyptic replay.

Compared to the ancient civilization that was buried by Earth, this ruler is quite a "pro"!

"If you focus too much on metaphysics, the gods will fight each other; if you focus too much on science, mushroom clouds will bloom everywhere. Can't we at least have a balanced approach to civilization, combining both arts and sciences?"

Yuzu tilted her head, looked at the contents of the "Star Chronicles," and sighed.

"Not necessarily. In the end, it's possible that gods will be fighting each other while carrying cannons."

Banlan closed the "Star Chronicle" and told the truth.

Hearing this, Youzi was not discouraged, but instead looked up at the sky.

Although he didn't know how civilization could break this curse, he was fortunate enough to meet Green Pepper, a good friend who, according to prophecy, could lead civilization to the outside world.

As his thoughts traveled through the vast white clouds and reached the depths of space, he seemed to foresee a future world, a scene of peace and tranquility.