Several days later, in the early morning, a formal complaint quietly circulated within the military headquarters. It was said that […]
One evening, after leaving the military headquarters, Gu Qing walked along the path toward his small villa. Beneath the dim
After leaving the energy warehouse, Gu Qing walked calmly along the corridor, his expression composed. Suddenly, an unusual gleam caught
They continued following Vili, touring several of the newest mech models. They examined each one carefully, occasionally asking quiet questions
The next morning, Weili reported to Milton’s office and spoke respectfully. “Supreme Commander, I sincerely thank you for yesterday’s assistance.
After returning to the male rest area of the military headquarters, Gu Qing’s steps faltered slightly. The door had barely
Inside the Supreme Commander’s office, a suspended light screen shimmered in the air, casting a pale glow over three solemn
After leaving the cafeteria, Legion Commander Weili of the First Legion was escorted by specially trained heavy guards to the
At that moment, Milton and Gu Qing arrived at the military cafeteria, with the adjutants Yier and Feili following close
Milton prepared to take Gu Qing on a tour of the military headquarters. On one hand, it would familiarize him
He spoke within his sea of consciousness. “Little Dumpling, you once said this world is already on the brink of
The moment Gu Qing stepped into the military headquarters, the female soldier at the front desk visibly froze. She straightened
Inside the office, the light-brain screen flickered with a notification for an upcoming meeting, yet Milton sat rigidly at his
Milton stood at the door, frowning at the fact that it wasn’t locked. Although the villa looked clean and orderly,
After separating from Milton, Gu Qing arrived at the small villa provided by the Male Protection Association and began inspecting
Since that round of testing, Milton had rarely shown himself. Most of the time, it was his subordinates who came
The next morning, when Gu Qing stepped out of the examination room, the corridor was already empty—no insect in sight.
Early the next morning, the door chime rang and the ward door slid open. Milton Collins stood in the doorway,
A silver warship cut through the heavy nebula, descending slowly toward the temporary communications station of the Z-19 Military District.
The clouds of the Nine Heavens churned, and ten thousand bolts of thunder roared in unison. A massive rift tore
