Imposter Young Master
Chapter 943 - 948: Sexual Orientation, Not Quite Clear

Chapter 943: Chapter 948: Sexual Orientation, Not Quite Clear

The human communities on Pandora are vast and boundless, comprising not only the Four Great Empires but also countless kingdoms and duchies, as well as a very small number of federal states.

Just like on Earth, the actions of a superpower attract global attention, while small countries, even if annihilated, hardly draw any inquiries.

Terna is one such easily overlooked small nation.

Terna is one of the few federal states among Pandora’s human nations, with a land area of about 8 million square kilometers, and a total population of approximately 900 million, located near the edge of the human community.

By Earth’s standards, such a scale would already qualify as a major country, but on Pandora Star, it isn’t even considered a minor nation.

Terna has an unpleasant relationship with its neighbor, Moro, due to border disputes, and wars have erupted numerous times throughout history.

However, the power of the two nations has been evenly matched, preventing either from achieving victory.

Five years ago, Moro abolished its federation to establish the Moro Kingdom, adopting a mysterious religion called the Celestial Sound Religion, led by their High Priest.

The High Priest claimed he had heard the divine will of the heavens, that humankind would face a catastrophe, and that followers of the Celestial Sound Religion would receive the protection of the gods, turning calamity into fortune.

Because the High Priest had successfully predicted many events, the people of Moro revered the Celestial Sound Religion and the High Priest immensely.

After the establishment of the Moro Kingdom, its power surged rapidly, swallowing up several small countries in succession.

Two hours ago, war erupted once again between Terna and Moro.

This moment marks the first national address following the Terna Federation’s wartime declaration.

In the capital of Terna, Moon City, inside the circular national congressional hall. Seats for the members of both houses from various states of the Terna Federation filled over ten rows in an arc, packed to the brim. The atmosphere was silent and oppressive. In the quiet, everyone’s gaze was fixed on the speaking platform at the center of the circular hall.

President Ramore of the Terna Federation stood on the platform, his expression haggard.

His hands resting on the surface of the podium involuntarily bulged with veins as he exerted force.

He was making an effort to stand upright.

During this most critical juncture for Terna, he would not allow himself to show weakness.

This was a significant consultation. As the president, he had to inform Congress and the public that the situation of the Federation was teetering on the brink of national extinction.

"War, since it has begun!" Ramore lifted his head, his voice echoing through the hall, "we must persevere! This war was forced upon us by our enemies, we had no choice! If we want to maintain our independence, uphold our honor, defend our freedom, and continue to raise Terna’s flag every morning as usual, we must resist to the very end!"

"Any!..." Ramore clenched his fist and swung it vehemently, causing the firm muscles on his face to tremble slightly: "No enemy can conquer us! Even if one day, the enemy storms into the capital and takes over, we will not fail!"

Throughout the speech, Ramore displayed his acting talent with measured intensity.

It was said that in his youth, Ramore was a rather outstanding actor.

But the audience here were not the kind of children easily deceived, and in the pressing moment of war, nobody cared about how eloquent the president’s words were.

Ramore’s impassioned speech did not receive a response from the senators or the masses.

"Mr. President, we need to know the outcome of the Mankado battle."

In the age of interstellar communication, national addresses had become fully digitalized. Through electro-tactile transmission, ordinary citizens could project their holographic images into the congressional hall and engage in direct dialogue with the president and the members of Congress.

However, usually only representatives of the populace had this privilege.

"Uh, that... I was just about to inform everyone of some unfortunate news. Uh... uh, the Mankado battle, we were defeated."

Ramore’s expression was no longer as natural as before, and he almost stammered as he admitted the truth to the public.

He was fully aware of what announcing this message implied.

Mancado was just over five hundred kilometers from the capital and served as the bulwark of the capital’s defenses.

If Mancado were to fall, the capital would be in grave danger.

The crowd was restless.

"Mr. President, please explain what our military is doing? The enemy advanced to the capital in just two hours, what happened? Wasn’t Moro previously comparable in strength to us?" another representative demanded.

With a tingling scalp, Ramore said, "Moro is no longer the Moro it used to be, their strength has skyrocketed at an almost geometric rate over the past five years. Our military is finding it very difficult to hold them back."

"Why not seek help from the international community? Aren’t we allies with the Neil Duchy?" someone else questioned.

"Uh, the Neil Kingdom was conquered by the Moro military 15 minutes ago," Ramore said.

"What?" The crowd erupted in turmoil.

The Neil Duchy, after all, had nearly 15 million square kilometers of land and a population approaching 1.6 billion. It was considered a middle power among the hundreds of countries in this southwestern border region, and yet it had fallen so easily.

Was the Neil Duchy too complacent, or was the Kingdom of Moro too powerful?

"Moro has been continuously waging wars lately, hasn’t the international community reacted at all?" someone asked.

"Humph! In the eyes of those major powers, the war between us and Moro is like playing house. They couldn’t care less!"

"Indeed, the Alps Mountain Area alone contains over three hundred countries, all combined still less than one-tenth the size of the Kingdom of Pu’er, not to mention compared with the Four Great Empires. It’s the difference between ants and an elephant. Would an elephant care about wars among ants?"

"Mr. President, what should we do?"

"Yes, Mr. President, please think of a solution quickly."

Just then, the holographic projection suddenly disappeared, and the entire communication system collapsed.

Two minutes later, the nation’s broadcast was forcibly overtaken, and the news began to air, "At eleven o’clock in the morning, Terna time, the capital Yuecheng fell under the control of Moro’s special forces, and President Ramore announced his surrender."

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As the citizens of Terna said, the war between Terna and Moro did not cause even a ripple internationally.

Even on the internet-savvy Pandora, almost no news coverage of the war between the two countries could be found in the mainstream media.

Yang Gang and others in the Kingdom of Pu’er were likewise completely oblivious to the war raging in the borderlands.

Because his photo had been exposed, Yang Gang dared not rashly travel to the Muyang Empire and chose to stay put.

Having stayed in the Kingdom of Pu’er for nearly a month, nothing had happened in the meantime.

Initially, he thought the Muyang Empire would exert pressure on the Kingdom of Pu’er, but nothing happened.

Honestly, this was not a good sign.

The Dark Moon Sect was an extremely fanatical organization, and since they believed that Little Yang Fan’s existence desecrated their Hajis, they would definitely not let him off easily.

But there had been no action for so long, there had to be a catch!

One day, Yang Gang and his party were invited to a banquet at Pu’er Palace.

It was already well-known that the King of Pu’er was interested in Sister Ya, but Sister Ya showed no sign of interest.

Yang Gang was still completely baffled about Yang Ya’s sexual orientation.