"I will resign from my current position. I have already written the application and approved it myself. Since this resignation is voluntary, it does not need to be put to a vote at the assembly."
After seeing everyone's reactions, Veronica decided to activate her backup plan and bypass the assembly.
"Going to Terra is my own personal undertaking. I am only recruiting volunteers. I have my reasons. If you cannot understand this suicidal act, you can think of it as martyrdom, just as the revered Celestial Master Zhang Jiao sacrificed himself to take the Imperium's opposition down with him..."
"I am only informing you of this to comply with the travel notification requirements for those in leadership positions."
With that, Veronica stood up, intending to leave. The Yellow Turban Army was already on the right track. They would gradually grow stronger and continue fighting to give humanity a better life.
Without her, someone else would take her place and lead everyone forward. No one was indispensable. No one could remain at the pinnacle of power forever, becoming a "god" who decided whether everyone lived or died.
After enduring two hundred years of loneliness, Veronica could bear it no longer. She had to go to Terra! Even if the Celestial Master Zhang Jiao's resurrection was a lie, she still had to go.
The voices in Veronica's ears were growing worse and worse. They were things the Celestial Master had said to her while he was alive.
Whether they were words of encouragement, sweet nothings, or idle chatter spoken out of boredom, hearing them always put Veronica at ease. At the same time, her desire to resurrect the Celestial Master grew ever stronger.
It was beyond her control. Veronica felt she must be going mad. In this state, she was no longer