The Truth Society's breakthrough

Stars rolled through the vacuum, churning violently. The plasma enveloping their surfaces suddenly surged upward, gathering into an endless ocean of plasma in the void and revealing a vast palace within a star.

Inside the palace stood an enormous, exquisitely carved round table.

From any seat at the table, only part of it was visible. The rest seemed shrouded in mist, impossible to make out.

Ou Ran Tuo and Yu Zhenbo sat side by side, gesticulating wildly as they described what they had seen and heard in the Shacha Civilization.

Their voices rang through the round-table chamber as they spoke with exuberant animation.

"...And that's basically what happened!" Ou Ran Tuo finished, eagerly awaiting everyone's response.

Yet mist churned over the other seats, and the dark silhouettes within remained unmoved.

"Say something, President! You go first!" Yu Zhenbo impatiently called on the president by name.

The being addressed as president was none other than the endless ocean of plasma roiling through the chamber.

The so-called mist shrouding each seat was the president—a light elf!

A mutated flawed light elf.

"...So a single person defeated you with just one divine sense power strike. You lost the Quantum Integrated Wormhole Star and came slinking back."

"And that's not even the worst of it. More importantly, you took the Virtual Particle Foaming Machine without permission and failed to bring it back."

"Our society only has one. How many years of everyone's hard work went into it? It wasn't even fully perfected, and you two went and lost it. Can't you spare me some worry?"

The president seemed unconvinced by their account. What a joke. An emperor of some insignificant vassal state supposedly possessed a Star Cluster Overlord's understanding of dimensions? What utter nonsense. "Exactly! It took us three thousand years to perfect it