Pick One at Random

In the core conference room of the Milky Way Starry Sky Conglomerate's dreamlike planet, whose entire body was forged from metal,

projections appeared one after another over the eighteen vacant seats, arriving in succession.

The first few to project in had already begun grumbling in low voices.

"Hasn't the Galactic Central Empire already held a board meeting? This one violates the rules."

"Do you know what they're trying to do?"

"No idea. I haven't heard any rumors. The Milky Way is too vast."

"Could they have changed their minds about the distribution of the shares again?"

"Hmph. After kicking Starry Sky's 10% stake out, the Central Empire has the highest shareholding. Obviously, they want to maintain that position."

"That isn't up to them. Whoever offers the highest price has the right."

Without a doubt, after the 10% controlling stake had to be redistributed, several Seventh-Tier Civilizations qualified to contend for it were dissatisfied with the current rankings and prepared to challenge the top shareholder.

Amid these nonsensical exchanges, the seventeenth figure finally appeared in his seat. He swept his gaze across the room and spoke.

"Everyone, since I called you here in such a hurry, I'll explain the reason directly."

"I think the motions passed at the previous meeting should be revoked after all."

"Our Galactic Central Empire firmly supports Lord Starry Sky's wishes and respects her decision. The shares originally belong to her. Since she wants to transfer them legally, we must acknowledge it."

This statement, which sounded like Temo had been hit over the head with a brick, left every representative completely dumbfounded.

What the hell? Your style changed way too fast!

Looking at the bewildered expressions around him, the Central Empire's foreign minister, the representative of the Milky Way Starry Sky Conglomerate, wore a faint, imperceptible smile.