Main World.
Year 28 of Konoha, winter.
Above the orbit of Iron Remains Star.
The war was over.
Not "won," but "finished."
The Dubhe Battle Group swept away the Machine Race's resistance, the Withered Ruins Battle Group suppressed the Cyborgs Tribe's uprisings, and the Star Realm Army crushed the Scavenger Alliance's positions. Iron Remains Star had no unified government, no Six Paths level powerhouse, and no organized army. There were only scattered members of the Machine Race, Cyborgs, and Scavengers, each fighting for themselves, struggling to survive in a world where the strong devoured the weak. They were no match for the Empire. They were not even a match for the Dubhe Battle Group. They were not even a match for the Star Realm Army. But they had not surrendered. Not out of loyalty, but because they "did not know what surrender meant." Iron Remains Star had no concept of "surrender." There was only "death" and "life." If they could not win, they ran. If they could not escape, they died. Once dead, they were simply dead. No one avenged the dead, collected their bodies, or shed tears for them.
Toyotomi Yinglang stood on the bridge of the flagship Lord of All Mechanisms, his moon-white Kariginu gleaming coldly in the light streaming through the viewport. His gaze rested on the gray-brown earth of Iron Remains Star, on the Machine Race's fortresses destroyed by the Dubhe Battle Group, on the Cyborg camps drained dry by the Withered Ruins Battle Group, and on the Scavenger strongholds occupied by the Star Realm Army. He watched for a long time before speaking.
"The Empire has already used the stick. Now it's time for the carrot."
Yutian stood behind him, his two-meter-thirty frame like an iron tower on the bridge. His Withered God Eye had