I am the savior, do you have any objection?

Outside the planet is a giant ring made of some kind of machinery. The size of that thing looks like a fortress standing in space. From a distance, you can even see all kinds of buildings and cities on that ring.

It doesn't need a star; the ring itself can regulate the planet's weather and precipitation.

What's there isn't just a ring, but countless interstellar routes leading to customs points in various times and spaces.

And this is merely the planet before Kree's eyes.

There are at least 30 planets with these rings right in front of us.

They travel along pre-set orbits, but at their center lies a seemingly ordinary planet.

The kind of Dyson sphere-like space-based weapons that Kree once faced in the One-Punch Man world are now as numerous as stars here.

Hundreds of space-time ports leading to other prosperous star sectors are constantly being used for flights here.

The large manned spaceship, the size of a city on Earth, seems to serve only as a commuter vehicle, much like a subway or bus.

All sorts of flamboyant paint jobs and whimsical designs are commonplace here.

The spaceships carried an even more bizarre array of races.

Some of them even conform to human understanding of basic animals, possessing a series of organs such as eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

But some are completely unheard of, with sensory organs different from those in human cognition, and different methods of using tools. Even aliens look more like inanimate objects.

Animals, plants, or bacteria—the forms of life known to humankind are simply insufficient to encompass the myriad differences in the universe.

But no matter what kind of life it is, no matter what kind of creature it is.

They arrived here, but they all followed certain rules.

These bizarre creatures, like their civilization, all need to submit to the Galactic Federation.

Those who manage to reach this place are all darlings who have emerged from the cruel ecosystem of their home planet.

Many people fantasize about being special and unique in the universe before they even see the vast universe. Even when they fantasize about extraterrestrial life, they do so according to their own values ​​and culture.

But these are the civilizations that are one in a million, and these races that have developed their own unique cultures.

Here, they must speak the language of the Galactic Federation, use the etiquette of the Galactic Federation, and respect the culture of the Fly People of the Galactic Federation.

Even life without vocal organs can type out words in its own way.

Even something as muddy as this needs to be equipped with a special sound-producing device.

These proud beings, the masters of their own planets, must do everything they can to appease the Galactic Federation.

Sovereignty, land, ideology... every wise civilization has wise men.

Their early cultural works were all characterized by racial supremacy.

But is this useful?

These are useless against more advanced technology and more intense attacks.

When you discover that the weapons of your civilization, which are terrifying enough to intimidate the entire "world" in their eyes, are like children's toys in the eyes of your enemies, all of this becomes meaningless.

This is a space opera, a lively opera, and perhaps they should have had more sparks and a different outcome.

However, the Galactic Federation is controlled by the Fly People, who are highly similar to humans in both their way of thinking and their values.

Therefore, what they will ultimately encounter is not a romantic encounter, but a simple and efficient form of military domination and cultural export.

A myriad of wondrous and bizarre sights appeared before Kerry's eyes.

Even Cupid was somewhat moved.

"A decent size."

The sheer size of that thing, visible even from a few light-years away and occupying everything in front of us, cannot be described by a ridiculous analogy like a mountain floating in space.

How can it be described? Should we say it's a planet floating in space? It's impossible to describe.

It is so vast that it cannot be created by human imagination or special effects movies; it is so magnificent that it surpasses words and civilization.

Let alone individual life forms, even vehicles that resemble city traffic would appear as less than a pixel from outside this entire star sector.

Every colored dot in our eyes should house hundreds of millions of lives, and every jagged line in the camera lens represents the convergence of tens of thousands of buildings.

Even Kerry, this abnormal thing, felt an urge to share at that moment.

He wanted to share this special scene, so he started a live stream.

"Are you going to destroy this place? The many fly people and alien life forms here probably haven't cared about those things since they were born."

They, too, must have had their lives exploited and their value squeezed by the very oppressors you despise. Most of them, even those who joined the army, were driven by the herd mentality inherent in their species and by repeated brainwashing through various forms of education, which is why they became colonizers and invaders…

"Alright, let's not ask those pointless questions again. I've encountered similar questions many times along the way, haven't I?" Kerry replied to Cupid without any emotion, watching the exclamations of surprise in the comments.

"So, although many people call you a savior, I never think so. You are no different from Bai Cinan, Bai Shounan, or Haihu in that world. You never think you did anything wrong." The little white beast wagged its tail.

“You’ve become so talkative since you came to know this world,” Kerry said, looking at Cupid.

"..." Kyubey shut his mouth and said nothing more.

"So what if I kill them all? As long as the fools don't know, and the rest of the people fear me, what wrong can I possibly do?"

Kree flew away from where he was standing, and as a beam of light shot out, a huge hole appeared on the massive ring of a planet.

Throughout the incalculable realm, alarm lights on various spaceships flashed, and signals of an impending accident were transmitted across the entire star system.

"If there's any fault, it's only the fault of the world, the fault of fools, and the fault of the weak."

Before the enemy could identify the intruders and activate their magnetic field protection, the Kree began to control the collapse of the planet's magnetic field.

"Because without my extraordinary wisdom and great power, too many people would still be living in the painful world where they were helpless and at the mercy of others."

Kree's feint finally drew the attention of the entire Interstellar Federation government's garrison, and an even larger space fleet surged forth like an endless tidal wave.

"Therefore, everyone who doesn't want to die or suffer must love me! Respect me! Be loyal to me! Worship me!"

It was rare for him to reveal his true or false thoughts, which shocked even Kyubey.

"So that's how it is. You do have a human side after all."

Chapter 431 Rick is furious!

"That's strange."

Rick, far away at the Interstellar Federation prison headquarters, with a smug face, casually tossed out a vial of on-the-spot genetic weapon against fly-men, causing a group of spaceships to lose their pilots, while frowning with a puzzled expression on his brow, which could trap flies.

"Oh! Oh! What's so strange?" Morty, panting heavily, retorted while running and dodging a hail of bullets, still interested in asking the question.

"The Galactic Federation is withdrawing its troops."

Another little birdman, who had appeared out of nowhere, glanced at the fleet that still stretched as far as the eye could see and seemed to collapse in despair.

"You call this a withdrawal?"

Rick did not answer his best friend's daughter, even though he had actually come here to rescue her so that he would have no worries.

Of course, his excuse was that releasing these vicious criminals would cause trouble for the Galactic Federation.

Rick, he's such a proud old man.

Rick casually downed a sip of wine and opened the portal.

"Forget it, we'll know why we withdrew when we see it."

"Where are we going?" Morty rolled over and asked his grandfather.

"The center of the Galactic Federation," Rick replied.

"Cool! I've wanted my revenge for ages!" The little birdman hopped over.

Despite saying that, Rick grabbed the little birdman and kicked her behind the portal.

In fact, behind the door lies Earth, which he has already taken absolute precautions against.

Then he opened another door.

"Hey!"

The lower half of the God of War lost his target once again. Although the little birdman was a bit strange, she was still pretty. Her departure disappointed Morty, but he still followed Rick into another portal.

Of course, this is not the headquarters of the Galactic Federation, but a strange place.

"Where...where am I?"

Looking at the array of instruments around him that he couldn't understand at all, and the beautiful starry sky outside, Morty turned his head left and right in confusion.

"Your maternal grandfather owns a small property on another planet."

As he spoke, Rick walked to the center console and began operating the small property, which was as big as a city.

"Let me see. According to my calculations, even with our small-scale operations, the Galactic Federation can hold out for at least seven days before collapsing."

"Seven days?! A mere skirmish?! We just killed tens of thousands of people! You call this a mere skirmish?! And you actually planned to let us fight for seven days?!"

Morty's scream rang out.

"Of course, if I wanted to, I could destroy such a small thing as the Galactic Federation in an instant."

Rick casually scanned the screen and tapped away.

"Then why do you still want us to fight?" Morty stomped his foot in a red glow.

"Because I don't really believe what that guy named Kerry said, I'm going to enjoy the killing and adventure, and then go back and kill him under the pretext of not finding anything."

Rick answered without expression.

As he tapped, a holographic image appeared in front of him.

That's a real-world image of the Central Star Sector of the Galactic Federation.

Rick can even zoom in with two fingers to observe the patterns on the leaves of one of the planets.

If the Galactic Federation knew that its core cities could be so easily monitored, it would probably have all its cybersecurity and espionage personnel executed overnight.

After zooming in and staring at two aliens interacting on one of the planets for half a minute, Rick zoomed the image back out.

Then he frowned and looked in that direction.

"Is it a bass?" Rick's first thought was the Cosmic Bass.

Beth is Rick's daughter, although she is actually an alternate version of him from another world and not his biological daughter.

However, Beth also inherited his mad blood and did not want to be bound by family, craving to go on a killing spree every day.

So Rick made a painful decision: to clone a daughter, making it impossible for him to tell which one was the real one, and to release one into space while the other continued her life as a housewife.

His daughter, naturally, chose the most resilient organization in the galaxy as her target, establishing the Anti-Galactic Federation Front 2.0.

So when Rick saw such a massive fleet of warships, he suspected it was his daughter, Cosmic Beth.

However, once he saw the scale of it, he rejected his own idea.

No matter how capable his own daughter was, she couldn't have killed so many that the Galactic Federation had to abandon the prison's defenses and redeploy troops back to the Central Star Sector.

So he extracted a frame from the video and zoomed in on it infinitely.

"Ah, you bastard, so this guy was just trying to trick me into attacking the Galactic Federation. Very well, I've decided to turn your body, which can withstand the main gun fire of a spaceship, into a doll."

As the camera zoomed in, what appeared to the grandfather and grandson was Kerry.

Rick's eyes dimmed slightly. He casually pressed a button, and a corn seed was planted in the isolation window next to him. It was then injected with some kind of hormone to mature quickly, and finally burst open at high temperature, turning into a bucket of popcorn which was handed to Rick.

Rick stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, his eyes as still as a pool of water, occasionally uttering a few words of praise.

"Wow! That was a good move! One punch and the warship was smoking! But that was a bit lacking. Why didn't you kill all those laborers too?"

Rick didn't care, but Morty was dumbfounded, his lips drooping.

"Am I... are we going to deal with such a strong guy?"

“Strong? There’s no one stronger than me in the world.” Rick shrugged indifferently.

It seemed that a remark from his grandson dispelled his interest in watching the play.

"I don't know what this bastard who dared to lie to me is thinking, but it looks like a revenge drama against the Galactic Federation, hahaha! If he thinks that way, then I'm not going to let him have his way."

Rick casually typed some code, directly controlling the center of the Galactic Federation headquarters, and with a simple press, cleared the base unit of their currency to zero.

"Watch out, Morty. I told you, I only need one..."

A sound suddenly came from the computer.