At the same time, a high-speed fleet led by four main-god-class dreadnoughts raced onward day and night. It had now entered the first half of the Count I Corridor in the Far Shore Nebula.
On the bridge of the flagship Fuxi, Yu Lian was holding a boxed meal while studying the situation in the Far Shore Nebula. Out of nowhere, he felt a chill run down his spine. His hair stood on end, and his nostrils twitched. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the twitch, but then shivered. For a moment, he seemed to glimpse President Keith Nishita's figure in the depths of his mind.
He wore a polished, practiced smile, every wrinkle seemingly brimming with vigorous energy. He bared his teeth and held out a hand toward Yu Lian.
"Young hero! My brother from another mother and father, I, Keith Nishita, call you! Let's fight side by side and make the Commonwealth greater together!"
Yu Lian immediately let out a hearty, thunderous sneeze.
At least he remembered to move his boxed meal out of the way, so he didn't contaminate his extra portion.
But right after, he felt surprised glances coming from all around him, including one from his adjutant, Chester Rhodes, who had just walked over.
Everyone wore expressions that seemed to say, "Psychics can catch colds?" and "Saints can sneeze?" It was as if their entire worldview had been shattered, which left Yu Lian rather displeased.
He gave a light cough and said solemnly, "Becoming a psychic doesn't mean I've lost my nose. I still need to sleep six or seven hours a day, and I still need two roast ducks with every meal. I really am just an ordinary human being like everyone else."
No one seemed convinced. Even those who knew little about