Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"That's right, it's me."

Gascoll readily admitted it.

"You bitch, why did you do this!"

An angry man charged forward, fists clenched.

Snapped--

Gascoigne didn't even glance at him before slapping him against the wall, leaving a pool of blood on the ground.

"It's nothing, I'm happy to."

"You madman, you madman! Stop the spaceship right now, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

The sentiment is exciting.

Gascoll glanced at them and sneered, "You lot?"

"Us? Gascoigne, don't forget who put you in this position!"

Ha ha.

Gascoll's face was cold, and his smile was icy: "Could it be you?"

"that is……"

boom!

Gascoll kicked the man against the wall.

"Useless trash, what good is someone like you?"

The atmosphere turned tense. Gascoigne walked to the driver's seat, patted the seat lightly, and said, "Anyone who thinks they've done something great, step forward!"

The people gathered together looked at each other in bewilderment.

Damn it, we absolutely cannot lose our momentum at this moment!

Otherwise, we could just stand by and watch the spaceship rush up, tacitly accepting this self-destructive act.

One person stepped forward: "Me!"

Another person took half a step, and...

boom!

Gascoyle's right hand moved as fast as a gun that had been rubbed for hundreds of years.

A live bullet instantly pierced through the first person who stepped forward, and the huge wound that exploded in his chest made the other person quickly pull his foot back.

Is there anything else?

Gascoyle twirled the pistol a few times on his finger, gripped the handle, and said with a smile.

"..."

A dead silence.

Only then did the corpse fall to the ground with a particularly jarring thud.

Gascoigne looked at the person who had pulled his foot back: "You wanted to stand up just now, didn't you?"

The man's legs went weak: "No, no, this is a misunderstanding, absolutely a misunderstanding. What I meant was that you rose to your position entirely through your own hard work, and we all got to where we are today thanks to you. Brother, you have to believe me..."

boom!

Gascoyle lowered his gun, ignoring the newly born corpse.

"Look at yourselves, a bunch of good-for-nothings dare to yell at me. When you're in power, you're all so arrogant that you want to fly to the sky. But once the ship is about to sink, you're all scrambling to see who can run the fastest. People like you are better off coming with me."

"..."

The spaceship is getting closer and closer.

The shockwaves from the shelling were fully transmitted to everyone.

It felt like standing inside a vibrator.

It is clear that death is rapidly approaching.

Resisting means death, not resisting also means death.

However, the chances of surviving by resisting are ultimately greater.

At the last moment, these guys who escaped from the prison planet temporarily suppressed their fear and pounced on Gascoyle like madmen.

"You guys still have some backbone, haha..."

Flames engulfed their spaceship.

Despite everything being planned perfectly, all the instruments inside the spaceship malfunctioned when it got close enough.

Even though the power room was beyond repair and the spaceship eventually exploded, it did not cause any damage to the Flying Starship.

An Ran, realizing the other party's intentions, had already instructed Tan Tang to pull the spaceship away.

Although their idea was ingenious, they completely overlooked the huge gap in individual abilities.

"They're actually all the high-ranking members of the Eternal Sea. These prisoners are truly impressive." An Ran nodded.

However, she was even more satisfied that the enemy's collective suicide attack allowed her to complete all the missions related to the Eternal Sea without missing a single one.

"I've accumulated enough experience to reach level 2, and I'm only 5 levels away from 150."

An Ran was very much looking forward to it, as for the other rewards from the mission.

For example, Gascoll's bank account number and password, the increase in reputation, and blueprints... these things are not very important.

Hundreds of thousands of players, millions of task rewards.

If they harvest well, who knows how much profit they can make.

No matter how much stuff a factory produces, if it can't be converted into money and circulates, it's no different from garbage.

"I hope there will be more Europeans."

As more and more people tried to escape, the war had completely entered a dead end.

Even the rebel army of Qianhe Star, who were being beaten to a pulp, turned the tables and sang songs of triumph, chasing after the Eternal Sea and the Anti-Noble Alliance.

The Allied forces had no time to berate the Qianhexing rebels for "abusing their power"; they just wanted to survive.

"Those who resist will be dealt with directly, and those who are willing to surrender will be made to lay down their weapons and relinquish control of the spaceship!"

The chase then lasted for a full week.

The anti-noble alliance suffered the most.

Because the battlefield was right on the edge of their territory.

The area was shattered in the past two days, with many surrendering and others disarming themselves and disguising themselves as civilians.

The Crimson Legion was a bit further away, but not much better off.

As for the Eternal Sea, with all its high-ranking members killed, it was unable to organize an effective formation in its resistance and quickly surrendered.

After half a month, the territory of the Thousand Crane Star Rebellion Army has been connected and occupied nearly one-third of the Black Tide.

They are now the undisputed number one powerhouse of the Black Tide!

A sign of danger was placed above the heads of all other rebels.

But only the rebel army of Qianhexing knew the true extent of their predicament.

Without time travel, they would be doomed.

Time travel is the real father.

These leaders claim to be from the Thousand Crane Star Rebellion Army, but they are actually from beyond time and space.

It was evident from the reorganization of those who surrendered that the "outsiders" who had lost their allegiance completely ignored the olive branch extended by the Chizuru Star Rebellion Army and, without a word, labeled themselves as "time-travelers".

I was born a victim of ANR, and I will die a victim of ANR!

Thank you. Players cannot become ghosts in this game, although there are indeed undead.

【I'm showing my loyalty, you know!】

(Pah, shameless. Just a while ago they were mocking Time Travel as trash.)

But what was sent was: "From now on, we're all one family! Dimensional Animation will prevail!"

[Victory is assured across time and space]

The sub-forums of the Time-Space faction suddenly became lively.

Anran was very happy because there were more chives in the field.

Cultivating this group of players is the foundation of our business.

As long as she levels up fast enough, it will be impossible for players to defeat her.

The players' choices reveal the predicament of the Chizuru Star Rebellion.

Actually, those NPCs weren't much better.

Anyone who has personally participated in the war can tell the difference.

The Thousand Crane Star Rebellion = the weak.

Transcending time and space = the strong.

It goes without saying which side you should align yourself with.

“Our situation is very bad right now, leader.”

“That’s right. Although we are still in the honeymoon period with the hyperspace, if a conflict arises later, we are no match for them with our strength.”

"Besides the time-space dimension, we also need to be wary of the Imperial dogs."

"A predicament indeed."

Where is the way out?

Everyone was distressed.

We can't beat them.