Yet at this moment, he actually had his eyes closed, sunk deep in thought.

No one knew that a Storm was raging in Ren Zhong's heart as well.

Although he knew Ding Canghai would definitely be resurrected, and might not have to go through this kind of death again, his breathing still couldn't help but grow heavier and heavier.

He had been inspired by someone else. He didn't want to admit it, yet it was an objective fact.

I am still being trusted.

Right now the direct line from Starfire Town might still be using slumber to escape, but they will eventually wake again. On some day in the future, after they are 2 light years away and see all this, they will inevitably be moved as well; in the end they will understand me better, and they will forgive me.

If all my warriors were like Ding Canghai, then even without resurrection I would still be strong, still capable of overturning those above me. Without resurrection, I still have people, I still have wisdom, I still have the ability of foresight. All I need is more intelligence, that's all.

Though the road ahead is faint, hope has never been cut off.

I do not need to be dejected. Without resurrection, I am still myself!

Even if I have infinite resurrections, sooner or later I must step out.

There are advantages to being strong, and conveniences to being weak. Cowering in one place can never fundamentally solve the problem; the other side might even have the ability to remotely deploy weapons of annihilation from beyond the Star System.

We are fundamentally different from the other three races; there is no possibility of defecting. Nor can we ever become the Empire's enemy; we must hold our ground.

We still have to go out, so let it be now.

Through the miracle Ding Canghai Created, Ren Zhong once again came to recognize the Strength that belongs to humans themselves.

Before this, Ren Zhong had almost forgotten, under the blow of being condemned by all, the greatest difference between himself and the people of Source Star, or the humans of the Empire.

He silently thought, "My ideals, my character, my management mindset, the faith of the warriors and civilians under my command, their love and loyalty to me, their conviction—these are my Golden Finger as well. This is the true future of humanity. I still have institutional and ideological advantages. As long as we hold out, as long as we persevere, we can transform our advantages into victory. Revolution has never been something achieved in a single step; it is a protracted war. Therefore, I can still do it."

Ren Zhong slowly stood up and said, word by word, "We thank Army Chief Ding for Creating the crucial intelligence for us. We are no longer completely ignorant of the enemy. The Empire has been entangled in brutal war with the Sublimators for several million years. What we are facing is nothing more than a chance engagement that is both beyond expectation yet within reason. The Mother Empress Ship may be powerful, but in battles with the Imperial Army, it has fallen more than once. If we don't try, who can say on whose side victory will fall? We have been able to Create one miracle; naturally we can Create a second!"

"Even if we lose, we can still, like Army Chief Ding, knock out one of the enemy's teeth! In a universe this vast, anything is possible!"

"Prepare to engage!"

Those who knew information on different levels each had their own understanding of the "miracle" in Ren Zhong's mouth.

Zheng Tian and the other direct line from Starfire Town thought in their hearts that this miracle referred to Ren Zhong shattering the institutional shackles of Source Star, gaining the power he now held, and completely changing the structure of the fleet.

The people from the faction of the former Association high command and the Military Department, however, thought that this miracle referred to Source Star having taken down the Divine Level Spirit Demon Race before departure.

The destructive power of a Divine Level Spirit Demon Race is in no way inferior to that of a fourth-class Mother Empress Ship.

If we can win once, then naturally we can win a second time!

Zheng Tian silently gazed at Ren Zhong's back.

As his long-time subordinate, Zheng Tian could read the change in his aura.

Before this, Zheng Tian had always vaguely felt that Ren Zhong seemed to have lost his edge.

The cryo-sleep, which everyone equated with betrayal, had indeed hit him very hard.

But now, that omnipotent, ever-forward-charging him seemed to have returned.