The God War Is About to Begin

"Give me a Martell, please."

Taking a glass of brandy from the bartender, the newly crowned Hollywood "Screen Empress" wandered about while covertly sweeping her gaze across the hall.

This place seemed no different from Hollywood's old playground of fame and fortune—just as lavish, with the same gentlemen and beauties, the same schemes and intrigues. The only difference was that this banquet hall lay in low Earth orbit, more than four hundred kilometers above the ground!

Walking to the window, the Hollywood "Screen Empress" held her brandy and gazed at the blue-and-white sphere outside, unable to help falling into a daze.

That was humanity's home for thousands of years, the place where countless dynasties, emperors, and rulers had once held sway.

Yet from here, it looked astonishingly "small."

"Supernatural power."

As a celebrity who moved among powerful and influential people, she had learned quite a few supernatural secrets from the fragments of information those "big shots" liked to boast about.

For example, the mysterious Veteran Guild had provided "spatial folding storage technology," allowing enormous quantities of supplies to be sent into low Earth orbit; they had then assembled them here into gigantic "spaceships," like the one beneath her feet.

It was said that they had even installed a "simulated gravity system." If not for the planet outside the window, it would have felt exactly like being aboard a massive cruise ship.

After briefly losing herself in thought, the Hollywood star's gaze quietly drifted to the side.

In one corner of the banquet hall stood a group of people.

"That has nothing to do with us."

The young Black man raised a hand and pressed it down, making the older white men around him lower their heads instinctively.

"Remember, I'm a Level Five member of the Veteran Guild. I don't have