Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Night owl?

A prince?

Star Alliance?

Or perhaps they are members of the Royal Knights?

The thought flashed through An Ran's mind, but she shook her head again.

It's not impossible, but the probability is not high.

Regardless of who orchestrated this, Anran is pleased with the current situation.

Let's fight! Let's fight hard!

Kill one if you can!

The more fiercely they fight, the more benefits they can reap before their identities are exposed.

Anran could not see the ending, but she had already seen the future.

Version 1.9 – [The Flames of Empire]

The name of the new version has already been spoiled!

In addition, most of the scenes in the promotional video are space wars, so I can just focus on my own writing as long as they don't start fighting!

Humph.

"We are about to arrive at Lushen Star. Please take note, passengers."

"The journey ahead is imminent..."

Arrived.

Dew God Star.

Anran pressed her face close to the window and looked into the distance.

This is an "ordinary" planet located on the border of the Republic.

Due to its remote location, there is only one flight every two days.

From a distance, it appears as a whitish planet.

It stands out prominently in this starry sky.

"Was Anran born here?" Ella stared at it for a long time.

"I guess you could call it that."

An Ran nodded.

The pirate princess was born here, but the current "Anran" is a native of Planet 1886.

These two places are light-years apart.

After a temporary security check, the spacecraft slowly docked at the airport.

Stepping onto the land of Lu Shen Star once again, An Ran's heart remained completely calm.

This is somewhat different from the Lu Shen Xing I remember, after all, more than ten years have passed.

Even the unappreciated Lu Shen Star needs to develop its infrastructure.

However, due to the unique local culture, Lush Star gave Anran and Ella a very special feeling.

This warlike border planet has buildings that are mostly "wooden structures". It is difficult to see modern high-rise buildings. The streets are not wide, but they are interspersed with many colorful signs, giving it a cyberpunk-like dazzling effect.

The bustling atmosphere on the streets is in no way inferior to that of those prosperous planets.

Then the problem is coming...

"I don't know the way!"

X!

An Ran stood in the middle of the road, looking completely bewildered.

She saw a familiar building and walked over with a delighted expression, only to find the same building again at the next intersection.

Finally, An Ran came to a very real realization—

Homogeneity in architecture is unacceptable!

Don't you have any unique characteristics at all?

I rely on!

"Let's ask for directions."

After traveling for half a day, Anran and Ella finally figured out where their destination was.

Unsure if Eresh had left any informants here, Anran and Ella deliberately altered their appearances before heading over.

This is a slum in a certain area.

More than a decade has passed, and the place remains unchanged.

On the contrary, the fragments left by time make the walls of the house look even more mottled.

In particular, a wall that is more than ten meters long has dark red mottled marks that have crookedly climbed over half of it.

This is blood!

Even after being washed away by wind and rain, the bloodstains remain.

To Anran's surprise, she never expected that she could still see this wall.

It wasn't demolished?

Looking at this wall, An Ran couldn't help but recall a series of memories that didn't seem to belong to her—

A dark and windy night.

The frail pirate princess An Ran, wielding a chipped fruit knife, revealed her ruthless side here.

Before her stood a dozen or so ragged middle-aged men, each with a fierce glint in their eyes, who walked toward An Ran with sinister smiles.

"I will absolutely not give up!"

With her teeth clenched, An Ran thrust out the knife.

Chapter 03 Memories - Killing

[August 13th, 8092, according to the modified calendar of the planet Lushen.]

An Ran's body was very thin, but her heart was definitely not thin.

Forced into a corner, she gripped the knife tightly in her hand.

The moonlight that day was completely obscured by gloomy clouds, making it appear truly evil.

Only a small, occasionally visible corner could be seen gleaming with a bright yellow light.

The night wind blew, its mournful sound conveying a sense of sorrow.

"You'd better just give in obediently!"

"That way I'll get hurt less."

"It wouldn't be good if you hurt your face."

"Women born in slums should just accept their fate."

A dozen or so middle-aged men laughed heartily.

Some of them were holding wooden sticks, while others were empty-handed.

Behind them was a wall more than two meters high.

Because of her poor health and stunted growth, Anran knew she absolutely could not climb over it.

The only breakthrough she could find was the road blocked by the burly men who were chasing after her.

These people are persistent, and today is the final deadline.

Regardless of whether he can repay the debt that has multiplied dozens of times, they will not let him go.

If you show your vulnerable side, you'll definitely wake up tomorrow morning to find a stranger lying next to you.

No, maybe it's not just one, but a whole group!

Anran would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen.

She wanted to be able to control her own destiny.

From a very young age, she would sit in the dilapidated courtyard and look up at the sky, imagining the freedom of birds flying across the sky.

Birds can look down on the whole world!

But Anran later realized that even birds couldn't do that; the world was just too big.

She would imagine what kind of life the wealthy people on the other side of the wall, on the planet Dew God, would lead.

Will they eat ten steamed buns? And two cups of soy milk?

Later, Anran learned that rich people don't eat steamed buns at all.

She imagines that if she had the chance, she would definitely get out of this cramped space, and it would be best if she could break through the clouds and soar through the sky.

However, if one cannot break out of this encirclement, all aspirations will become mere wishful thinking.

come on!

I will absolutely not accept this fate.

Children her age told her that if she were being ganged up on, she should just target one person.

When those ragged middle-aged men grew impatient and tried to take a step forward.

An Ran, like a furious knight, charged forward in her blazing chariot.

The target was the bearded man's abdomen.

The bearded man had already slapped her once, and An Ran remembered it very clearly.