Boss Yang shrugged slightly, raised his hand to summon a physical book, intending to pass the next two hours of Galaxy Time on the road with reading.
National Will.
In essence, this is the Old Emperor, the Sherman family, 'Levi' semi-permanent fleet, the Emperor Star's colossal Mecha.
Damn.
The pressure suddenly increased by hundreds of times.
Boss Yang, with black lines on his forehead, tossed the book aside and headed to the combat simulation room.
A man cannot allow himself to slack off.
...
A virtual meeting of the Empire's Military Department's top personnel.
The big shots of the Military Department gathered, a group of old men watched the repeatedly playing scenes before them, as if they were collectively struck by a spell of silence.
