After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"They pay you for nothing, they give you freebies, they're exploiting you to the bone and making you suffer unjustly."

"The father wears a green hat, the son falls ill, and the words and writings condemn him to the underworld."

"Death in the human world is a burial of freedom, the Jiuli massacre leaves rivers of blood. There are no gods, no demons, no Yama, we abandon our hearts, our livers, and our shackles."

"Heaven covers and earth sustains, nurturing and raising children; the five religions and six heresies falsely claim to be kings. Madmen hurl foul words in the night, shaving flesh, steaming blood, and severing spines."

……

Before the poem was finished, the war song began.

The air here has a strong metallic smell; I don't know if it's from blood or just iron.

The enemy's counterattack was more intense than expected; they were fearless and united. The war they ignited was not a manifestation of ignorance, but the result of rational thought.

The enemy time travelers are making progress. Oswald has also been pondering a question lately: after solving the problem of food and clothing and gradually improving the material conditions of society, will humanity still generally engage in conflict, thus triggering new wars?

He desperately wanted to find evidence to refute it, but facts speak louder than words. Don't ask postmodern people where they should go; everyone has a bright future, it's just that some are on the rooftop balcony, and some are in the cracks between high-rise buildings...

"That poem reminded me of a senior figure in the cultivation world, cough cough! Before becoming a madman, he first became a great poet."

"Li Wushou! Now that you're awake, don't offer any nonsensical thoughts."

The ground shook beneath his feet, tectonic plates cracked, and Oswald, dragging Li Wushou away from the battlefield, felt utterly exhausted. The war was draining his vitality, each day seemed to stretch on endlessly, and the constant betrayals were leaving him utterly drained.

"Can I say something else? Nuclear magic... it's still too overpowered..."

"You should be grateful that our time-manipulation ability users suppressed the enemy's constant time-space jumps; otherwise, we wouldn't have had a chance to fight head-on."

After finally managing to bring the severely injured Li Wushou to a secluded valley, Li Wushou, who was barely able to mobilize his spiritual energy, immediately began to sit cross-legged in meditation to stabilize his injuries.

Without time to rest, Oswald tried to contact the system, but could only hear a series of static in his mind.

He sat down against a square stone and said helplessly, "Heh, the brothers on the other side really have no intention of leaving us a way out."

"There's no need to try anymore. The planet's outer space has been blocked. We can't get any assistance from the system and can only continue to fight alone."

"Those damn guys, what the hell are they doing having a meeting..."

After taking two pills, Li Wushou finally regained his smooth breathing. Once his internal spiritual energy could circulate on its own, he took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and sat down next to Oswald.

"This is so difficult. When exactly did the world begin to change?"

Taking the cigarette, Oswald raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Uncle, someone your age shouldn't be worrying about the problems of young people."

Upon hearing Oswald's words, Li Wushou became furious.

"How can I not be conflicted?! They blew up my home planet! When I left, the world was still thriving, and when I came back, I couldn't even save my mother planet..."

"Of course you can't save them. Their goal is to drag everyone down with them! They're not trying to destroy what they can't have. Even if they regain their dignity, they'll probably feel immense physical disgust. You can't expect them to pretend they can still live in the sunlight while their bodies are festering."

As he spoke, even Oswald himself froze on the spot. Luckily, no one from the court was around, otherwise he would have been subjected to a "re-educational" session.

He quickly shook his head, trying to shake off those bad thoughts, then forced himself to calm down, quietly lit a cigarette, slowly took a deep breath, and exhaled wisps of white smoke.

"You've killed too many of your own people and heard too many of their stories. I can feel the tension in your heart." Li Wushou gently placed his hand on Oswald's shoulder before speaking again after a long while.

"Perhaps you should take a break, brother. I'll apply to the higher-ups and get permission for you to go home."

The bond between comrades can transcend the thickness of time. Sometimes, when you're numb, you just want to hear the other person say something nonsensical. Even if it's an argument, you can still feel each other's care.

"No need, my ideals remain steadfast, and the battle here cannot be fought without me..."

Li Wushou interrupted him, saying earnestly, "There's no battle that can't do without you. With so many transmigrators, how could this damn system not find a replacement?"

"You can empathize with them, you have ideals, and you want to do better. So you should go home and visit them. The universe can function without anyone, but to that world, to your family, you are unique."

Oswald was speechless, not even noticing the cigarette burning his fingers. "You really can't judge a book by its cover, Li Wushou. You seemingly otherworldly fellow, I never would have guessed you were such a chivalrous family man at heart?"

"Get out of here. I've never even had a girlfriend, while you've got two wives on either side of you. I'm so envious."

During their conversation, the system, which had been disconnected for several days, suddenly came back online.

[Remote jump will be initiated in three minutes. Please proceed to a safe location immediately. This planet has been locked onto by a planet-destroying cannon. Repeat: Please proceed to a safe location immediately.]

Oswald and Li Wushou exchanged a glance and sighed in unison. The worst thing about war is that it turns into a war of attrition. Now, on the main battlefield, neither side can gain the upper hand, so they can only watch as planet after planet turns to ashes in the flames of war.

The warp drive was activated, and they returned to the planet covered in giant mushrooms. After many days, there were many new sci-fi buildings, giving it a feel of interstellar warfare.

Oswald sighed, patted the sword of lust at his waist, and vowed never to laugh at Space Marines boarding and fighting again...

The battle in the third star system had just ended, and the transmigrator and the system were quickly planning the next big battle, putting on an act as if they had already accurately seized the opportunity.

But those within the same group know each other best, and among the transmigrators, the other side seems to be the side with the will of the people. In a single day, Oswald could experience dozens of battlefield defections, riddled with friendly fire.

During his break, Li Wushou wrote an application letter and secretly submitted it to headquarters.

Surprisingly, at the highest-level meeting, the transmigrators and the system actually engaged in a heated discussion about this letter.

Oswald, sitting in the middle of the third row, was so embarrassed that he started digging out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes.

Li Wushou is utterly inhuman. What does it mean to have prominent mental problems and suspected self-destructive tendencies?

However, Oswald knew that the reason why everyone valued this letter so much was that more and more time travelers were choosing to betray their allies and join the opposing camp.

Saving the world is an incredibly noble thing, but who can guarantee that in the next new era, a terrifying situation won't arise again where a few hundred people oppress billions of others?

The more advanced the technology, the greater the gap between people becomes, to the point that it can be compared to the gap between ordinary people and time travelers.

Moreover, the trust system in human society has collapsed, and any slight disturbance could lead to another massacre!

It can only be said that once you take the wrong path, there's no turning back. You shout slogans and talk about faith, but others can promote themselves even more vehemently and create far more exaggerated performance art.

You dream of saving the world, and a group of people will fight to the death to stop you. As for the so-called future, well, don't say anything that's detrimental to unity.

"There are two choices: one is a strategy of keeping the people ignorant, and the other is a strategy of power. In the end, the emergence of intelligence is a product of its time, and our forced intervention in the progress of history is itself a strategy of power."

Li Wushou looked worried. He never expected that a letter he wrote asking for leave for his good brother would cause such a huge upheaval.

"Mr. Obama, sometimes I think that perhaps the future has already made its choice, and billions of people can only be swept into the dustbin of history."

"Yes." Oswald lowered his eyes, recalling a sentence the system had told him—civilization is not important, it is only important because you are in it.