Whenever Xi Yan closed his eyes, he dreamed that the Criminal Enterprise, Determined Exterminators, Killing Hive Swarm, Chosen, Fallen Empire, and Resurgent Holy Authority had declared war on him.
Designated as the crisis, he faced monstrous enemies on twenty-five-times Grand Admiral difficulty. Even giving it his all, he could not win. Luckily, Xi Yan awakened the power of the wheelchair, and his console-spawned invincible fleet steamrolled everything.
Then Xi Yan woke up.
"Please don't let me dream about those things again..."
Only then did Xi Yan feel the throbbing in his temples. He sat up, removed the blanket someone had draped over him at some point, and rested on the sofa for a while.
After waking from his dream, he faced an even bleaker reality.
A precarious human Empire, technologically and militarily backward, with nothing to its name but resources and territory.
I'm so tired. When will these days ever end...?
Xi Yan wearily stood up, returned to his desk, and woke his computer from sleep mode.
But he could not rest. The Empire could not afford to lose him.
If even the Marshal fell, who would protect this newborn Empire?
"Welcome back, Marshal," Beta's emotionless synthesized voice rang out.
"Mm. Any new progress at the Academy of Sciences?"
Xi Yan stood up again and washed his face, burying all his negative emotions-loneliness, hurt, and exhaustion-deep inside, ready to throw himself into this great undertaking with renewed enthusiasm.
"All right, I'm terrifyingly strong right now. Let's get to work!" He brightened in an instant.
Beta reported, "The Academy of Sciences' engineering department is researching Destroyer technology, while the physics department is researching the Cold Fusion Reactor. Based on the materials obtained from the M'tok Union, the sociology department is developing a systematic method for translating alien languages."
Xi Yan suddenly