He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

"This is the chairman's office ship, Meow 287 Meow."

"Klee's boat, meow. Is Mommy on the boat, meow?"

"She's here, she'll be coming to see you soon, meow."

Why am I here?

"Miss, you have been attacked on Earth and have lost consciousness. The chairman is here to rescue you immediately."

Dailulu suddenly remembered the scene from that time.

Smoke, gunfire, a reveling crowd, and—Li Ji!
She hurriedly grabbed the maid's hand: "Quickly go tell Mom that Li Ji tried his best to protect me, please don't fire him!"

She was extremely anxious. Li Ji was a former Earth agent whom her mother had planted by her side. Now that she was injured, her mother would definitely punish him.

-

Kepler, the military conference room of the Galactic Defense Department.

A dozen officers of various appearances were gathered around a machine.

This is a huge, circular machine, like a turntable.

As Adaas, the deputy head of the Ordnance Department of the Four-Eyed Toad, pressed the red button next to him, the faces of everyone vaguely appeared on the turntable.

"The old rule applies: one strike decides life or death, and no one is allowed to renege."

Everyone sighed in unison, but no one objected.

"There's no need to sigh. The Minister and Ms. Diana won't let anyone suffer. The family members of the lucky winners will receive a grand prize, enough to ensure three generations of them live comfortably."

This is a traditional project for the military; they call it "fun random numbers."

Whenever something goes wrong in the military and someone needs to be blamed, this random lottery method is used.

This time, Diana used her connections to mobilize a star-class mothership, which is expected to destroy a primitive planet. According to the laws of the Interstellar Alliance, primitive planets belong to the Alliance as public property and cannot be disposed of by private individuals. Destroying a primitive planet without authorization is punishable by indefinite imprisonment plus organ separation and forced labor, which is very painful.

There must be someone within the Galactic Defense Department who is refusing to listen and needs to be held accountable, so this is how a scapegoat is chosen.

The reason it's called "interesting random numbers" is because the scapegoats chosen don't die in vain; capitalism is still humane, and people will definitely pay for their lives.

The scapegoat's family will win a jackpot from a gambling company under the Meow Meow Group within three days of the verdict. The prize money usually ranges from 500 million to tens of millions of Alliance Coins, enough to support the person for three generations.

An ant-man raises both left hands: "I have quite a lot of family members, is it really possible to have no worries for three generations?"

How many children do you have?

“More than 800.”

"Don't worry, the bonus is distributed based on the number of immediate family members, which is very humane."

A Barbaradus alien raised a transparent tentacle: "I have no family, can I not participate?"

"Should we ask for everyone's opinion?"

Most agreed, and they were hoping for fewer people to compete with them for the award.

Although a small number of people resisted, it was to no avail. These people were mostly self-interested and lacked a sense of family; they were not willing to commit crimes for the benefit of their families.

Fortunately, none of these people participated, leaving only those who wanted to participate in the lottery.

People excitedly gathered around the turntable, hundreds of eyes gleaming with various colors.

It seems like they're not choosing a scapegoat, but rather a truly lucky one.

Everyone shouted excitedly, "I got it! I got it!"

Golden light flashed across each person's portrait in turn.

Ultimately, it fell on a red alien.

"Great!"

The pool of red pigment, like paint, surged excitedly on the floor.

Adaas, the four-eyed toad, looked surprised: "Red, don't you not have children? You don't even have a spouse."

"No rush, give birth now!"

By the time everyone realized what it meant, it was too late.

The red alien began to rapidly expand to the size of a basketball, and then suddenly exploded.

Thousands upon thousands of red ink splattered throughout the room and onto everyone.

Everyone quickly grabbed the red ink off their bodies and threw it on the ground, but then they heard the ink being counted.

"1!" "2!"

"..."

"15463!"

The red ink dots shouted in unison, "It's over! Adah! Let's confirm, is the billing based on the number of people within three generations?"

"Indeed."

"Then I'll keep having babies!"

Countless red ink dots began to expand into spheres.

The officers condemned this unscrupulous behavior for personal gain, saying that everyone was doing it for the sake of future generations, but only this guy, Hong, was exploiting a bug to enrich himself.

A clever alien with a big head came up with a wicked idea. He deliberately asked Red, "Since you've split into so many people, who will take the blame in the end?"

All the red ink dots were stunned, then began to blame each other, eventually erupting into a civil war, with red dots flying everywhere and fighting fiercely.

Seeing this, the officers surrounded Aduas and asked him to spin the wheel again to select a new candidate.

Just as Aduaas was in trouble, he suddenly received a message.

It was sent by one of his sentries.

"Sir, the star-class mothership Atlas is preparing to return to port and requests entry."

"It's over so quickly? We need to hurry. You guys should arrange to check the Atlas's condition, especially to count the number of shells."

"The number of shells has been counted, and all shells are intact."

Adaas frowned: "How could this be? Are you sure there haven't been any shells used?"

"Identify the officer."

"Check it again."

"As ordered!"

All the officers present heard the phone ring and immediately fell silent, staring at Aduas as if he were a golden statue.

"What's going on? No more shells being used up? Are you still going to try and wear us down?"

"Don't worry, let me ask the minister again."

Adaas dialed the minister's number and was told that Ms. Diana had returned the spaceship intact without explanation, only that the Secret Service had sent people over.

Inside the meeting room, the officers immediately erupted into a commotion.

"What should I do? I've already told my husband that we're planning to make a fortune."

"What's that compared to what I've already taken out a loan to buy a villa for my son?"

"Quiet down, all of you!" A reverberating voice silenced everyone.

15463 Red Ink Dot said miserably, "We've split up, there's no compensation, how are we supposed to survive? We only have 4 Alliance Coins left in our accounts. This money is mine!"

After saying that, the red ink dots immediately started tearing at each other.

Only Adaas breathed a sigh of relief. Two scapegoats were originally to be chosen: one from another department, and the other was himself, the deputy section chief in charge of ordnance. There was no escaping it.

He had no family and nowhere to spend the compensation he received. Now, he's saved his job and his life.

"It seems there are some experts in the Secret Service."

He left his office alone and dialed the phone of his friend, Principal Kitos.

The principal was sitting in front of a specially made computer.

The computer, like his head, has a screen stacked in three layers, from largest to smallest.

He asked the AI ​​assistant on the screen, looking bewildered.

"If the entire School of Social Sciences were eliminated, would the university's budget be sufficient?"

"not enough."

"If the entire engineering college were eliminated, would the school's budget be sufficient?"

"not enough."

"How can I afford enough?"

"Given the school's current poor financial situation, I have developed an excellent budget plan for you." (End of Chapter)