Xun Bro Reincarnated

"Only rookies like you lot would harbor fantasies about war. As you grow older, you'll understand that it isn't a good thing."

"You'll see... comrades you've spent years alongside fall in pools of blood. You'll be afraid, but more than that, you'll feel powerless."

"I've taken part in countless battles, large and small. I've seen too much... too much..."

Jayce's voice was low. His eyes stared at the ceiling, as though he were recalling things from the past.

In war, even Viltrumites, the strongest race in the universe, could become dust drifting through space.

"Tch, I don't care."

"If they die in war, it only means they weren't skilled enough. Dead is dead."

"As for fear? I've never been afraid since the day I was born. Powerlessness? That's the mark of the weak."

Clayton's words drew everyone's attention inside the dormitory.

No one was surprised that Clayton could say such things.

Simply because...

During the time they had spent together, everyone had come to understand that Clayton was an extreme egoist.

He could even be called the venomous snake hidden among them.

Although everyone did things that benefited themselves, he was a genuine scoundrel through and through.

Put it this way.

If one of them were seriously injured in the future,

Clayton would not only refuse to help, but would stand by and watch the injured person die bit by bit.

His personality could only be described as exceptionally vile.

"Before you die, would you seek help from your comrades?" Jayce turned his head to look at Clayton.

"Seek help?" Clayton snorted with laughter and said dismissively, "I will never seek their help, nor do I need help."

Sparta reopened his book, his gaze falling on the words on the page.

"I hope you remember what you said."

Since Clayton had said that, Sparta would respect his wishes.

Did he think he was strong? Did he think he would never need to seek help in the future?

Whether Viltrumites or any other race in the universe, no one could have smooth sailing forever.

Sparta had never seen anyone so arrogant and self-important.

Clayton did not look at Sparta kindly, and there was a trace of disdain in his voice.

"Who asked you to butt in?"

"Since I've said it, I'll definitely do it. You don't need to keep emphasizing it here."

"Of course... I won't help anyone else, but I'll definitely help you, diligent Sparta. I look forward to the day you beg me for help."

Sparta was not affected in the slightest. He merely turned a page slowly and replied calmly.

"Unfortunately, that day will never come."

Clayton gritted his teeth, fury appearing on his face.

What he hated most was Sparta's calm, composed demeanor.

Sparta had once shown emotional reactions to a word or two of provocation, but now he was like an unshakable block of metal.

It was as though Clayton's words and actions were nothing more than irritating flies buzzing around Sparta's ears.

No... they did not even count as flies.

Sparta would at least swat a fly, but now he could not even be bothered to argue back.

"You think you're so great? Holding those trash books all day and putting on airs!"

"One day, I'll become stronger than everyone else! Just like you defeated me on Big Mouth Star, I'll defeat you in return!"

Sparta glanced sideways at him expressionlessly, his voice devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Oh. Good luck."

Clayton froze instantly. A few seconds later, his face turned red as he boiled with rage on the spot.

It felt several times worse than taking Sparta's Thunderous Haymaker on Big Mouth Star.

It was like having a stomach full of pent-up frustration with nowhere to vent it.

Jayce, standing nearby, put an end to the farce.

"Lights out. Go to sleep."

Sparta nodded lightly, gently placed the book beside his pillow, then lay on his side with his arm beneath his head and closed his eyes.

Clayton, on the other hand, had a twisted expression. Lying flat on his bed, he angrily yanked the blanket upward, covering himself from head to toe.

"Click."

The dormitory became pitch-black.

The next morning.

While most people remained unaware, a small conference room within the Imperial Palace was already full.

Emperor Algor sat steadily in a separate chair, his arms resting lightly on its armrests as his calm gaze swept across every general and adviser present.

At his side stood an expressionless man.

The man wore a tight combat uniform. He had short black hair and a thick mustache beneath his nose. He stood ramrod straight, with both hands clasped behind his back.

If Sparta had been there, he would have thought the man was Xun Bro reincarnated.

Their appearances were simply too similar, with at least a seventy or eighty percent resemblance.

Both sides of the conference table were already filled with people wearing uniform grayish-white combat uniforms.

The difference was that some of the uniforms had hoods, while others did not.

"Would this cause dissatisfaction among the other races? After all, there have been no shortage of petty scoundrels who hate the Empire over the years."

"Lieutenant General, they are merely insects. Since when did the Empire need to consider the feelings of bugs? Please mind your position."

"Insects? The Anti-Vitrum Alliance has caused us so much trouble over the years. The reports make that perfectly clear. Do they count as insects?"

"I agree with the lieutenant general. Expanding our territory on such a large scale will only leave Imperial warriors surrounded on all sides, while strengthening the Anti-Viltrum Alliance and harming future development."

"I disagree. Expanding outward benefits the Empire. The warriors have long been prepared to sacrifice for the Empire at any time. If the Anti-Viltrum Alliance wishes to interfere, then we fight!"

"You're nothing but a civil official! You have no right to spout nonsense at a military conference! This is a matter between us military officers. What does it have to do with you?!"

"..."

At that moment, the atmosphere in the conference room grew increasingly explosive, and everyone automatically split into two camps.

The pro-war faction believed that starting a war was a good thing. The resources of conquered planets could be used to support the Empire, benefiting both its current and future development.

The anti-war faction believed that starting a war was a bad thing. Once the war began, the Anti-Viltrum Alliance would quickly emerge to obstruct them.

At that time, Imperial warriors would not only have to face fierce military resistance on the planets, but also endure the Anti-Viltrum Alliance's harassment and surprise attacks at any time.

With enemies attacking from behind, Imperial warriors would suffer heavy casualties. It would take a great deal of time afterward to recover and replenish their numbers, which would hinder development.

"Cough, cough!"

Just as the argument between the two factions grew increasingly heated, Emperor Algor coughed lightly, and the conference room instantly fell silent.

He watched the quieted ministers, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest as his gaze settled on the statue-like man standing beside him.

"Commander Kregg, what do you think?"

The man called Kregg nodded slightly. His expressionless voice was cold.

"Starting a war to expand the Empire's territory is necessary."

Before he could finish speaking, an elderly minister with a face full of wrinkles slammed his hand onto the conference table with a bang.