"This time, it was my fault. I shouldn't have placed the battlefield on Mars."
A dozen minutes later, Mo Qiong appeared in the Global Council's hall and gave a self-criticism.
Everyone looked at the newly appeared orange-red planet on the screen and couldn't help asking, "Where did this one come from?"
"I found a similar planet and put it in the original position," Mo Qiong said.
"..."
Good heavens, he had actually moved a new planet over!
Looking closely, this newly arrived Mars was similar to the original in volume, mass, and surface color.
But its geological features were worlds apart from Mars's. For example, it didn't have Olympus Mons, supposedly the highest peak in the Solar System.
However, when observed from Earth, most telescopes couldn't detect any obvious difference.
Only astronomical telescopes officially launched into space could see it clearly.
It could indeed pass for the real thing.
The council representatives stared at Mo Qiong in astonishment, thinking, So this is the Black Emperor?
Was he really that powerful?
Of course, they weren't worried that Mo Qiong posed any threat to human civilization. After all, there were plenty of things in the Blue White Society worth worrying about. It had countless things capable of destroying human civilization, so one more didn't matter.
On the contrary, they felt that the Blue White Society having such a powerful member meant humanity had even greater strength to protect itself.
"But the orbit is troublesome. I can create a planet of the same size there, but I can't adjust its orbit..." Mo Qiong said regretfully.
Mars's orbit wasn't fixed. It was the result of the interaction between its mass, speed, and the Sun's gravity, which ultimately caused it to revolve periodically.
If it moved a little slower or faster, its orbit would no