The atmosphere became a little depressing and solemn.

The captain sighed: "Execute the annihilation procedure."

The Minister of War muffled: "Yes."

The captain was a little lost. After a while, he asked: "How many people do we have now?"

The chief of staff said: "Report to the captain, there are 782 people on the ship!"

"Time passes so fast. In the blink of an eye, two hundred years have passed." The captain expressed emotion: "There are 19,000 people on the ship, and now there are 782 people. The warship is getting more and more empty."

"The seeds have not yet sprouted."

“I don’t know the direction of my return.”

Everyone's face showed sadness and confusion, and the conference room was lonely.

The captain was the first to come to his senses and was chosen as the captain among many people because he had the strongest will. Facing the nothingness of the universe, even if his talents are brilliant, they will eventually be annihilated. Only his will can compete with it.

His eyes regained clarity, he put his pipe in his mouth again, and said with high spirits: "Let's go! Don't cry all the time, tell the crew to move forward at full speed! Within twenty hours, I will play mahjong in the supermagnetic storm nebula!"

"yes!"
Chapter completed!