When I opened my eyes, I was in an old mental sanatorium with the American Stars and Stripes. To my left was a nurse with a fierce look on his arm who could run a horse, and on my right was a little girl who was shaking out her afterimage. Opposite me was a man who seemed to be very interested in me for no reason. Surrounded by a circle of teammates who had their own hidden agendas, I was competing in the same field - very good, an ordinary day, an ordinary unlimited flow start.
Except for one thing.
Or rather a lot.
For example: I come from three thousand years in the future. Or, a second ago, I was the thirteenth emperor of the Dius Empire. Although he was assassinated less than a year after taking the throne, even though he took the throne in a hurry, and although I never understand why there is still an imperial system in the interstellar era... I still truly and deeply love this country.
Oh, and one last thing, I was, I mean before I became the Emperor, an agent with a 100% success rate in assassination missions.
So, before my unexpected second life comes to an end, I can still make some efforts for the future beyond that distant time and space.
[Instructions for consumption]
The text is written in third person, with a growing group of protagonists and a story about an interstellar emperor fighting for his country in an infinite flow world with a modern background.
A humanoid weapon that is not good at words, a gentle cat with a soft heart, a lot of sexy talk, a warm and cheerful person? Surgeon Gouzigong
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Intent: The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage
