Retired Boss Just Wants to Fish

I am Xing Chuanye. I have been working as a cow and horse for more than a thousand years in the first half of my life. I finally retired today. I found a remote planet in the interstellar space, opened up two or three acres of fertile farmland, and a beautiful retirement day was just around the corner. But, why is the Star Marshal always dangling in front of my eyes? And, even though I'm already retired, why do I need to provide after-sales service if something happens to StarCraft? No way, who made me the Prime Minister of God? Purpose: In the name of love and stars