Pale golden light filled a blank world, painting the story of the previous cosmic era before their eyes like an unfolding scroll.
Standing in a vast, magnificent plaza amid streams of people, breathing air utterly different from Earth's and watching illusory "slips of paper" flutter overhead, everything here felt like a dream.
In fact, it was a dream.
A dream more distant than time itself.
Lu Zhou reached out and gently plucked a thin "slip of paper" from the air.
It seemed to be a publicity medium made from some kind of self-degrading material. Today's headlines appeared on its translucent surface.
[The invincible Imperial Fleet retakes the Sunset Star Sector! Five-year civil war ends! Marshal Sains returns in triumph!]
A look of understanding crossed Lu Zhou's face.
In that case, this must have been shortly after General Reinhardt's death, when the Empire's fleet had just destroyed the rebels' last line of defense. The rebels had consequently taken their activities underground, trying to dismantle this fortress from within.
Meanwhile, with the sudden rise of the fleet's influence, the armed forces hastily assembled to fight the rebels were beginning to devour the Empire itself like a tumor growing out of control.
Lu Zhou suddenly began to understand what Observer had told him.
What still surprised him, however, was that the man who had crushed General Reinhardt was the very superior who had once promoted him. There must have been plenty of stories buried in this five-year war that he knew nothing about...
Looking at the "newspaper" in her hands, Chen Yushan asked curiously.
"Who's General Sains?"
"...Probably some big shot in the Imperial Fleet. I don't know all that much about this game's setting either." Lu Zhou gently released the thin sheet into the air, watching it turn into a