"What do you think?" the Old Man asked softly, looking at Su Ye.
Su Ye looked at the Old Man with a trace of surprise in his eyes before saying, "Old Man, this isn't something we have any say in, is it?"
"We may not have a say, but this isn't a good thing." The Old Man spoke softly and sighed.
The Empire's actions would probably cost a great many lives.
That was why the Old Man had sighed.
What did expanding the war mean? It meant using blood and fire to forge true gold.
For the Empire, that was both a good thing and a bad thing.
"The Empire's orders have come down?" Su Ye looked at the Old Man. As the university's president, he certainly knew more than Su Ye did.
"See for yourself." The Old Man tossed the document to Su Ye.
Somewhat puzzled, Su Ye opened the document and took a look, then fell silent.
Only after a long while did Su Ye raise his head to look at the Old Man.
"So the Empire intends to use Imperial Capital University as a pilot and have us switch to a wartime footing first," Su Ye said softly.
"There's no choice. Whoever wears the crown must bear its weight," the Old Man said softly, a trace of anguish in his eyes.
But there was nothing they could do. Far too many outrageous things had happened in this epoch, forcing the Empire to prepare well in advance.
If they did not act now, even more people would die later.
The Empire knew better than to choose prolonged suffering over a short, sharp pain.
"Merging the level 3 frontline, the Level 2 Frontline, and the level 1 frontline—wouldn't that turn them into a meat grinder? Can the Empire really