Who understands? The aloof female ruler always flirts without even realizing it.

The mechanical voice, filled with pure confusion, was like a ray of light tearing through thick dark clouds, or an invisible hammer, slamming into Shen Yan's chaotic sea of ​​consciousness.

Each word entered Shen Yan's ears with perfect clarity, yet they were combined into sentences that he could not understand at all.

What was the Blue Star campaign that Nakalandar participated in? And what were the "enemy units" that he personally annihilated?

A cold, panic-inducing surge of energy instantly coursed through my body, forcefully dispelling all the drowsiness and numbness brought on by the intoxication.

He jerked upright in bed, Shen Yan's movements so fast they almost made him dizzy. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on 001, his voice hoarse and distorted:

"What...what did you say? Earth died millions of years ago?!"

001 was startled by the insect's almost ferocious reaction; its screen flashed red rapidly, but its honest answer based on the database remained unchanged:

"Yes...yes, Master Insect."

"According to the Empire's publicly available star maps and historical records, planet G-07 'Blue Star' has been confirmed as a naturally deceased planet, showing no signs of any original civilization or extant life. The campaign involving the Karandalph Worms aimed to eliminate the alien bandit group known as the 'Predators' that later inhabited the planet, in order to seize the remaining fossil fuels..."

Shen Yan could no longer hear what was said after that.

"Natural death..."

"No native civilization..."

These keywords were like a red-hot branding iron, repeatedly searing his nerves.

His long-held hatred, his unspoken pain, and his emotional abuse of Karandal...

It was all built on an absurd and ridiculous misunderstanding.

Because of a blood feud that doesn't even exist, he hurt the female ruler he loved so badly.

"Hmm..."

A broken gasp escaped from Shen Yan's throat.

Immense regret, overwhelming panic, and near-annihilating self-loathing engulfed him like a tsunami.

He felt all his strength drain away, his hands and feet were ice-cold, and even his heart felt as if it had been squeezed tightly by an invisible hand and stopped beating.

He stared into the void, but the image of Kalandar's icy blue eyes appeared before his eyes.

She had once shown him only tenderness and loyalty, but last night at the bar, all that remained was heartbreak and despair.

"Kalandall..."

He suddenly rolled off the bed, not even bothering to put on his shoes. His mind was clouded by alcohol, and he didn't even notice the dull thud of his knees hitting the floor.

He stumbled out of the bedroom like a madman, lunging at the computer in the study, his fingers trembling so much he could barely operate it accurately.

He had to confirm it; he had to see it with his own eyes.

The screen lit up, and with trembling hands, I typed in keywords to retrieve all publicly available information, military reports, and even academic papers about the "Blue Star Campaign"...

When those lines of cold, emotionless official text appeared clearly before his eyes, Shen Yan's last shred of hope was shattered.

Planet Name: Blue Star (Code Name G-07)

[Status of the target planet]: Confirmed to be a lifeless planet.

[Hostile Unit]: Predator Alien Race (non-native species, nomadic and predatory civilization).

[Nature of the operation]: Resource seizure and regional security clearance.

[Results]: The alien forces were successfully annihilated, and the right to mine energy has been obtained.

……

Therefore, not only did Calander not destroy his homeland, but he also unknowingly cleaned away the termites that had taken up residence in his long-dead homeland, which could only exist in his memory.

He slid off the chair and curled up on the cold floor, tearing at his hair with both hands until his nails almost dug into his scalp.

Regret, like countless fine needles, repeatedly pierced his heart and soul. He recalled every instance of his indifference and disregard for Karandal.

Those images now became the cruelest instruments of torture, repeatedly torturing him.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Karandal... I was wrong... I was wrong..." he murmured incoherently, tears streaming down his face, a mixture of endless pain and self-loathing.

No, we can't let it be like this.

He had to find Callandall; he had to find him immediately and tell him it was all a misunderstanding.

He begged him not to go to the "Rift," it was too dangerous, and he couldn't let Kalandall go to the battlefield with such misunderstandings and unhealed injuries.

This thought was like a last straw. He struggled to get up, not even bothering to straighten his disheveled clothes and tear-streaked face, and rushed towards the door like a gust of wind.

"Master! Your shoes! It's cold outside!" 001 anxiously followed behind, holding his coat and shoes.

Shen Yan snatched the coat and haphazardly put it on. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes properly before rushing out of the house and sprinting toward the hovercar parking garage.

He had to get to the military airport immediately; he absolutely had to make it.

The cold morning wind lashed his face like knives, but it did nothing to extinguish the raging fire of regret and panic burning within him. He leaped into the hovercar, his hands trembling as he set the destination and pushed the engine to maximum power—

The vehicle shot off like an arrow, and the scenery outside the window rushed past, blurring into a flowing mass of colors.

Hurry! Faster!

He screamed wildly in his heart, praying that time could turn back, praying that Calander's fleet had not yet left port.

During this time, his hands trembled as he repeatedly sent messages to the female insect via the terminal, trying to explain his previous actions, but all his messages went unanswered.

I've been blocked.

The hovercar we were riding in was finally nearing its destination, and we could see the huge and bustling military airport in the distance.

In the distant sky, a massive starship adorned with the imperial insignia, like a steel behemoth awakening, spewed dazzling blue flames from its tail as it slowly departed from the port and resolutely headed towards the deep, boundless starry sky.

That was... the flagship of the advance fleet.

Carlandel's car.

Shen Yan lunged at the car window, his fingers gripping the cold glass tightly. He watched helplessly as the starship gradually accelerated, turning into a tiny speck of light, and finally disappearing completely into the backdrop of the dazzling starry sea.

He was ultimately... too late.

The opportunity to explain has been lost, and the possibility of making amends has been lost.

An overwhelming sense of powerlessness and despair, like a cold vacuum in the universe, instantly enveloped him. He slid down the car window, buried his face in his cold palms, and let out a muffled cry that seemed to vomit out his very soul.

The bitter fruit he sowed must ultimately be swallowed by himself and the deeply wounded queen.