In order not to let himself keep stewing in agony, Yang Ming decisively unleashed the great technique of "auto-pilot."
But after he left the City of Light, he still couldn't "snap out of it" from Levi's story; for three days straight he sank into a kind of decadent mood.
Faya.
Levi Sherman, this founding Emperor of the Sherman Empire, had only one point Yang Ming genuinely admired: he did not directly compromise with the Faya people, but resisted in his own way.
Yet that resistance was like a lab mouse locked in a transparent eco-box.
The Faya people merely watched this mouse quietly as it struggled, using its sharp teeth to tear apart other mice thrown into the box, and with its burly body, battered and scarred, it proclaimed itself the overlord of the Milky Way.
And what about himself?
Wasn't he also a lab mouse of the Faya people?
A sense of oppression rose unbidden.
Negative thoughts kept bubbling up in Yang Ming's heart.
