Chu Mu had never imagined that his arrival on Sand Sea Planet would get off to such a surreal start.
Choosing him as the tribal chief-were they insane?
Chu Mu was not the only one who thought so. The tribal soldiers felt the same way.
But under the threat of Kafka's strength, they wholeheartedly supported the decision!
In fact, with absolute force at one's disposal, even a dog tethered to the throne would meet with no opposition.
Truth existed only within range of the Star Destroyer Cannon. Whatever Kafka said was the truth!
The tribe was called "Blaze."
Today, the Blaze tribe welcomed a young chief of exceptional vision and insight.
At his side were two elders. Elder Silver was gentle and serene, while Elder Purple was honest and law-abiding, symbols of the greatest beauty and goodness in the world.
Legend had it that the chief could summon countless heavenly warriors with a casual wave of his hand.
The only problem was that all three of them were too pale, hardly fitting the bearing of those in power.
But those were insignificant little issues. The Star Destroyer parked outside the pyramid, the residence of the chief and his two guardians, would silence every voice of doubt!
"Does this make any sense?"
Inside the Star Destroyer, Chu Mu demanded an explanation.
"It makes perfect sense." Kafka nodded. "You had experience governing a planet in your previous life. Having you manage a little tribe is a waste of your talents. I believe you can maintain the status quo here without dipping into our funds."
"So you do know that was my previous life." Chu Mu sighed. "Kafka, we're not here to play house. We're here to find the secret formula."
"But this is a necessary step toward achieving our ultimate goal," Kafka