You Absolutely Cannot Learn This

The Viridia Prime, the capital administrative region.

This magnificent city resembles a chessboard between forests and the sea, with a black and white transportation network and escalators reaching into the sky dividing the main city of Vilityia into intricate grids. Numerous towering buildings stretch endlessly, their steel and glass curtain walls reflecting a crystalline light under the dappled sunlight, like inverted crystals.

The city of Vilityia, which rose from the very first landing point of the immigrants, is both solemn and densely packed with high-rise buildings, with a well-developed transportation and railway network tightly connecting the two ends of the city, which are 300 miles apart.

Meanwhile, the main city of Vilityia has also captured the hearts of many travelers with its stunning beauty. Countless trams crisscross the city, allowing travelers to enjoy the breathtaking scenery of Vilityia, which spans the strait and has golden beaches, as well as the colorful bubbles rising in the sunlight, all in just a ride on a slow-moving tram.

Vilityia is the best gift God has given to the Confederacy. Its geology and temperature are quite stable in all dimensions, and it has almost never experienced major natural disasters or extreme weather.

That perfectly positioned star nourishes all things here; its warm sunlight is selfless, giving without reservation to anything in need.

This beautiful planet is like a gentle and mature woman; her warm embrace is a paradise for humankind, and the gold scattered on the blue ocean is her flowing hair. Vilityia's anger and laughter are merely the changing weather of the sky.

"How beautiful, Vilityia. Will this beauty last forever, or will it suddenly disappear one day?"

This skyscraper, built right by the sea, faces the shimmering ocean. Sunlight, filtered through the blinds, dances on a mahogany table in the gentle sea breeze.

At one end of the table sat a middle-aged man with a long, dark brown beard and cold sweat on his forehead. He had an unkempt, oily face, and even his worn-out collared overcoat reeked of a foul odor. His entire face was hidden in his hood, and his expression was as stiff as rotten salted meat.

On the other side of the table was a young man wearing a wide-brimmed military cap from the Golden Star Revolutionary Army. He was leaning back in his chair, his right index finger tapping the tabletop repeatedly, while the amber-colored Tarsonis brandy in the glass beside him swirled and danced with the rhythm of his tapping.

"I'm asking you, Khas Vanzo." Sako Angelini, who had just been propping his head up with one hand and staring at the ocean outside the window, suddenly turned to the middle-aged man opposite him, who appeared calm on the surface but whose calves were trembling.

Just days ago, the city where Angelini now resided was in chaos, filled with fighting crowds and billowing smoke. But as the Revolutionary Army entered the Viridia Prime and took control of all the major cities and towns, places like the main city of Vilityia quickly returned to their former tranquility.

The frequency of various violent incidents was reduced to a minimum in the shortest possible time, and hundreds of thousands of people were imprisoned. The chaos in the streets was swiftly and severely quelled by the decisive and severe crackdown by the new Arcturus of the Viridia Prime Mengsk, and the city's order quickly returned to stability.

Under the golden-red flags fluttering in the air, Revolutionary Army Revolutionary Army replaced the Confederacy security forces and marines, and the Viridia Prime quickly returned to its pre-war state.

Angelini was an ambitious man, and he was determined to follow in the footsteps of Augustus Mengsk because he truly wanted to do something great.

People generally believe that Ghost operative are psychologically twisted madmen and mental patients, terrifying murderers. But in reality, most of these powerful and sensitive Psionics are actually very kind. They appear cold and melancholic, but this is simply due to their mental inhibitors at work and their loss of their most fervent hopes for their lives.

"What?" The man named Khas Vanzo was sitting there, speaking calmly and composedly.

In fact, just a few minutes ago, Khas Vanzo, the leader of the largest Confederacy resistance organization in Vilityia, was sitting in a shuttle preparing to leave the planet. But somehow he was knocked over, had a large patch of hair pulled out, and was brought here in a daze.

This is incredible. Wanzo's personal bodyguards had served important figures in the Terran Confederacy, and they were all formidable veterans of Guild Wars. A powerful Ghost operative who escaped Terran Confederacy control was responsible for providing Wanzo with even stronger protection and had helped him escape the pursuit of Confederacy Ghosts several times.

However, all of these security measures are ineffective today.

The blond, blue-eyed man in front of him had just been introducing himself in a friendly manner, saying that he was an ordinary soldier in the Korhal Revolutionary Army, and later added that he was a henchman of Augustus Mengsk.

The Korhal Revolutionary Army!

Wanzo was certainly no stranger to them; it was currently the largest Confederacy Resistance Army. Compared to Augustus's Korhal Revolutionary Army, other resistance forces were nothing more than thugs and bandits who took advantage of his influence and the resulting turmoil.

It was precisely because he heard that the Revolutionary Army was coming that he prepared to leave Vilityia in a hurry. He claimed that he was leaving at the most opportune time, leaving the credit to the Revolutionary Army who came to reap the rewards.

It is said that Marshal Augustus Mengsk of the Revolutionary Army commanded as many as six million fully armed soldiers and a massive Fleets that stretched as far as the eye could see. When such a figure actually stood before Khas Vanzo, he would only be fit to kneel down.

"I'm asking you, why were you preparing to leave Viridia Prime port in your private shuttle when I caught you?" Angelini lifted the blonde hair covering her eyes, revealing unblinking cobalt blue eyes.

"Just twenty minutes before that, you promised the workers and students who followed you in your rebellion against the Vilityia Confederacy that you would fight them to the very end. So, this is your way of fighting?" His eyes gleamed like crystal gems, and a mocking smile played on his lips.

Long ago, Angelini had almost forgotten how a person should laugh, but Augustus jokingly said that Sako should laugh more, because a laughing Ghost operative is always lucky.

"Run away? Like a stray dog, managing to take with him the loot he plundered from the noble lord of Vilityia when he leaves."

"It can't be an escape, how can you say that?" Wan Zuo emphasized firmly, as if he himself firmly believed in this explanation.

The reason why Vanzo was so eager to flee upon hearing the news of the Revolutionary Army's arrival in Vilityia was because he had previously raised the banner of Augustus Mengsk during his uprising; otherwise, he wouldn't have received such a large following.

The situation on the Viridia Prime is very similar to that of Korhal IV; the people there identify far more strongly with the Revolutionary Army than with the Confederacy Army. During the Korhal Rebellion, many Vilityia residents concealed their identities Umojan Volunteer Army to fight in Korhal.

Now that the real culprit has arrived, even the most flawless lie can no longer be hidden.

"I am simply going to other planets to start a new uprising toward freedom. The sense of mission to save all the Terrans has always been calling me." Vanzo looked at Angelini, as if he had been infected by his own words and was filled with fervor.

"The revolution in Vilityia has succeeded, and now I must retire gracefully. Otherwise, those who admire me will surely beg me to stay on this planet and continue to lead them. But I, Khas Vanzo, a wandering, lonely revolutionary and indomitable fighter, cannot stop here!"

"I do not belong to Vilityia, nor to the people of any other region. I belong to the future!"

"There are so many planets waiting for me to save, you know? In places like Shiloh and Choss, what's missing is the first person to shout it out."

"Hahahaha--" Angelini suddenly covered her mouth, laughing loudly but looking like she was about to vomit.

"What are you laughing at?" Wan Zuo's thick, dark eyebrows furrowed instantly. Over the years, every time he preached his revolutionary ideas, no one failed to listen attentively. Even the elites in the middle ranks admired him greatly.

But the man in front of him was mocking him. If he weren't outmatched, Wan Zuo would have already taught him a lesson.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." Angelini was almost laughing through her tears, pounding the table repeatedly, nearly making Vanzo across from her turn red with anger. "Bring salvation and freedom to those worlds? I don't like that term. I call it, the Great Conquest."

"What about those cultural relics and crystal hard currency worth tens of millions of credits? Operation funds?"

"That was a gift from the revolutionaries who followed me," Wanzo said. "During wartime, interstellar travel is dangerous and expensive, and I had no choice in the matter."

"Hahahaha--" Angelini was almost dying of laughter. This was the happiest period he had experienced in all these years, except when Augustus got him out of the New Folsom Prison: "Life is tough these days. Even a great man like you has to bow to life and the mundane necessities of daily life."

The other party clearly didn't know that he was a super Psionics with a PSI level of 10. Hypocritical people can never escape the discerning eyes of Psionics, unless the Psionics is unwilling to explore the true nature of humanity.

"What's with all those beauties on that spaceship? There are twelve of them. There are Tarsonis, Vardona, and Vilityia; there are noblewomen and young, beautiful ladies. Among them are a 'highly skilled' former Confederacy congressman's bodyguard, and a beautiful farm girl." Angelini pushed a photograph on the table toward Wanzo, who was swallowing hard.

Above are beautiful women wearing white nightgowns. Some are fixing their hair at their dressing tables, while others are lying on the bed swinging their legs, their round buttocks high in the air, revealing a glimpse of what lies beneath their skirts.

"Is this what a winner in life is? A whole football team's worth of female confidantes. All kinds of types, look at that, look at that!" Angelini's face twisted with jealousy. "Is this even fair?"

"I'm going to shove two deuterium cluster explosives and detonators up your ass."

"Haha, you misunderstand, Mr. Angelini." Wan Zuo laughed awkwardly. "These are poor women illegally imprisoned by high-ranking officials and corporate executives of the Terran Confederacy. Alas, I just happened to rescue them, and they lack the skills to make a living in this society."

"If I don't take them with me, I'll end up selling my body to make a living. With great power comes great responsibility. The thought of those suffering women being bullied makes it impossible for me to abandon them."

Angelini was speechless with astonishment. He seemed to have heard something similar from a man named Tychus Finley.

Such people can easily fabricate all sorts of lies to justify their actions. Tychus is simply tasteless and shameless, but this guy named Vanzo truly disgusted Angelini.

"So, before you left, why did you betray your own followers to the pursuers of the Terran Confederacy, just because they could buy you time to escape?" Angelini sneered, no longer hiding her contempt for Wanzo: "So many people were killed because of you, don't you feel even a little bit guilty?"

"You dare to use the name of our Revolutionary Army? You're disgusting."

"How can you say that? They stayed voluntarily. The native Vilityia people are attached to their homeland and don't want to leave, which is respectable," Vanzo said. "I begged them with tears in my eyes, but no one was willing to leave with me."

"So, you really are a respectable revolutionary leader." After a few seconds, Angelini handed the brandy on the table to Vanzo across from him.

"Please have some—this is a high-end liquor, something we found among the assets of officials from the Vilityia Confederacy that were seized. It's a very good liquor even on a Viridia Prime." He stood up and handed the liquor to Wanzo, a bright smile on his face.

Vanzo took the glass of wine from Angelini and was surprised to find that it was warm and bubbling with bubbles, which seemed unusual.

"Drink up, Vanzo." Angelini's smile vanished.

"Gulp--" Wan Zuo swallowed hard, thinking that if the other party wanted to kill him, they would have done so already; this shouldn't be poisoned wine.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Wan Zuo released the glass of brandy in his hand, and the glass, which had suddenly become scalding hot, fell to the ground, splashing everywhere.

"Do you know what the flash point of brandy is?" Angelini flicked his hand, and the brandy on the ground immediately burst into flames, while the brandy stuck to Vanzo made him jump in fright.

"Who exactly are you?" Wan Zuo had only heard that some special Ghost operative had the ability to ignite flames out of thin air.

"I am a champion of justice!" Angelini cracked his knuckles.

"Guess how I'll punish you—whether I'll whip you to death first, then skin you alive and pull out your tendons, or perhaps switch the order of those two steps. You dare compare yourself to Augustus Mengsk?"

"Sako, the Revolutionary Army has never used such torture." At this moment, a gray-haired man in a gray military uniform walked in. He was tall and imposing, and his aura was far superior to that of the disheveled Wanzo.

Vanzo deliberately posed as a pitiful Confederacy fugitive, but Augustus didn't have to.

"Augustus!" Vanzo exclaimed in surprise, as if he had just realized he hadn't zipped up his pants.

Amazingly young, amazingly handsome.

Wan Zuo discovered that the phrase "young, promising, and extraordinary" perfectly described Augustus.

Compared to Augustus, Vanzo looked more like a revolutionary who had endured many hardships, but he was stunned by the other's arrival. He should have immediately embraced Augustus and said that after so many years of revolution, he had finally met a like-minded comrade, which was so moving that he was moved to tears.

"What's going on? I didn't ask you to interrogate Khas Vanzo. Don't act on your own." Augustus walked straight to the soldier next to Angelini.

"It was my fault," Angelini said immediately, bowing deeply.

"..." Augustus picked up the photograph on the table, looked at the women in it, then at Vanzo, and couldn't help but scoff at the caption on the photograph.

"All mistresses?" Behind Augustus followed a slender red-haired woman. She wore a military uniform with a ponytail for combat and was stunningly beautiful. Her words made the serious-looking Revolutionary Army marshal tremble.

"We mustn't follow Augustus's example."

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