Setting aside its grand backdrop, Star Wars was actually a very simple story. A poor boy living on the frontier happened to see a distress message from a Princess kidnapped by the villains, then resolutely set out on a journey to save her. The poor boy rescued the Princess, defeated the villains' plot, and justice prevailed.
Congratulations, and have a Coke.
"Huh? Isn't that the person we met before?"
Seeing Luke fleeing in a sorry state on the screen, Illya cried out in surprise.
"What was he doing here?"
"Who knew? Maybe he came to be the knight who saved the Princess."
Fang Zheng yawned as he watched Luke arrive at a cell, open the door, go inside to exchange a few words with a woman, and then run out with her. Then Stormtroopers blocked them at the entrance, and a firefight broke out. But...
"Did these people even know how to shoot?"
Little Black was utterly speechless as she watched the scene on the screen. As an ARCHER, she was naturally highly skilled at shooting. Yet look at those Stormtroopers—they clearly had the numerical advantage and considerable firepower, but they simply could not hit anyone. Instead, Luke, the Wookiee beside him, and another man seized the chance to counterattack and killed several Stormtroopers.
The sight made Little Black so miserable that she kept twisting about on the sofa. It was like a Diamond-ranked player watching a bronze III promotion match; she was practically unable to stop herself from rushing up, kicking the player off, and taking over herself.
"They're Stormtroopers. Their specialty is tracing outlines around people."
Fang Zheng was not surprised at all. Stormtroopers failing to hit people was not news; hitting someone would be the news.
Just then, the woman hiding behind Luke snatched the gun from