At the Civilization Expeditionary Army's base, everyone had now awakened.
Many looked upon this space built from silver-white metal, so pure that not a trace of any other color could be seen. Every face bore a different expression.
Chu Guang swept his gaze over the familiar scene. His expression did not change, yet a sense of nostalgia could not help rising within him.
His past life was like a dream. In the blink of an eye, he had started all over again.
Unlike the orderly ranks of legion after legion in the Expeditionary Army of his previous life, there had been no so-called commanders for the Expeditionary Army's first few missions. There were no superiors or subordinates. Every member of the Expeditionary Army could act freely, following their own ideas to save this world.
It was not that such a vast Federation could not find a few talented commanders or a group of think tanks capable of overall planning and coordination.
With the Federation's current scale, what kind of talent could it possibly lack?!
Yet those wise individuals might not necessarily be selected.
At first, Chu Guang had been puzzled by this as well, because the Expeditionary Army's selection process was not based on individual qualifications.
Among these twelve thousand Expeditionary Army members, quite a few had originally been ordinary people. Never mind the entire Cosmic Federation—even in the places where they had lived, there had been plenty of people superior to them in every respect.
Yet strangely, these less capable people had passed the selection, while elites who excelled in every aspect had instead been rejected.
In the beginning, this matter had stirred up no small amount of public controversy.
And the Federation's response had been quite true to form: it had stubbornly waited until the debate had fermented