After everyone had left, the man sat down on the side of the cub's cot and watched quietly for a while.

The cub's little mouth chirps, I don't know what I did in my dreams, and from time to time I make a thin "chirp" sound. The man stood up, turned the lights in the room to dim, sleep-friendly brightness, and turned away.

Instead, he came to the playroom.

The same playroom, one in all the places where the cubs live, all the popular play facilities outside have modified versions tailored to the Kantas cubs, and there are also some facilities that are not available outside at all.

He had three hundred and seventy-two such playrooms in various places.

Not a penny of money for the construction of the game room went to the imperial budget, and it was completely supported by private financial resources.

To the outside, this is at best a luxurious playroom, but it is not: it is the study room of the Kantas cubs.

Each game corresponds to a certain ability, and the cubs complete the purpose of learning and exercising at the same time in the game.

No matter how busy he is with government affairs, he will not forget to check the homework of each cub.

Knowing his habit, the No. 3 assistant who stayed in the imperial capital had already passed on the "achievements" of other cubs to his brain in his old age.

Sitting on the brontosaurus-shaped seesaw, looking at the "report card" marked with the name of each cub, the man's brow became tighter and tighter.

Unqualified!

Unqualified!

Unqualified!

All of them are unqualified!!

With the corners of his mouth tensed to see the relevant report of the last cub, he finally turned off the brain interface with a blank face.

Compared to the number of kantas cubs hundreds of years ago, the situation of these cubs is simply terrible!

For a man who takes his race as his greatest pride in life, nothing disappoints him more than the realization that his race is regressing!

The Chief Executive Officer of the Imperial Ministry of Administration, Sisseri Ro Nashkir, had no expression on his face, and his eyebrows were not even furrowed, only familiar people knew that this was his expression of anger.

Born in the era when Kantas was at its most powerful, he had seen the strength of Kantas in that era, and the strength of his predecessors and fellow clans was deeply rooted in the heart of Nashkir when he was still a cub.

There were so many Kantas cubs at that time!

Although the number of other species is still small, compared to later, Kantas was at its peak!

Strength! Wisdom! Right!

All of them are the pinnacle.

However, there is an invisible force in the underworld, and if any force is strong enough to reach a certain level, that power will suddenly appear, weaken or even obliterate that prominent force, and force the whole world to become balanced again.

Like any ruling race in the long history of the universe that has been obliterated by the times!

In that big bang, the empire not only lost their emperor, but also lost countless excellent Kantas warriors, and also nearly lost the ability to reproduce.

After the explosion, the kantas' already low breeding capacity was reduced again.

The fertility rate is getting lower and lower, and the hatching rate is getting lower and lower, even if the cubs are barely out of the shell under the support of various high-tech, the various elements of the newborn cubs are getting lower and lower.

The lead researcher of the Kantas Breeding Department was horrified to hand in a report: there was a problem with Kantas's genes.

The once strongest race is declining, their genes will be weaker and weaker from generation to generation, combined with other races, their genes will be replaced by other races, and Kantas will slowly withdraw from the stage of history, disappearing into this world silently, making way for the next cosmic ruling race to come.

All researchers involved in the report were wiped out by Nashkir.

That year, Nashkir resigned from a promising post in the military ministry and entered the civilian system of the empire, becoming a politician.

Maintain the racial image and status of Kantas in the people, introduce various relevant legal provisions, and vigorously support various research on genetic repair of Kantas.

As the most powerful and heavy breed, Kantas, with a standard beautiful appearance and a good demeanor, Nashkir has a very good reputation among the people.

In the power system of the empire, he has faintly stood at the top of the pyramid.

In the past 100 years, he has been less and less visible to the public, some say that he is recuperating from illness, and some say that he has put all his energy into training the next generation of successors...... All kinds of speculation, who knew that now he appeared on such a leisure tourist planet, with a small cub.

The pups disappointed him immensely, but Nashkir was Nashkir after all, and he quickly took control of his feelings, remembering the only cub who had not been examined and who followed him.

Connecting his brain to the control system in the game room, he quickly got the results of Plungul.

His eyes widened instantly—

Strength Item Rating: 20!

Agile Project Rating: 20!

Speed Item Rating: 20!

Brain item rating: 20!

……

……

……

All of the items have reached the highest level of the current set range! This, this......

How is this possible?

Nashkir's eyes instantly showed ecstasy, but soon he came to his senses:

This is certainly not possible.

He knew that at the moment he could reach level 13 at most in the strength event, and it would be good if the others could pass level 11. Plungul's body is relatively healthy in this group of cubs, but the physical qualities are not outstanding.

What's really going on here?

Squinting his eyes, Nashkir touched his chin slightly.

***

"In the past, I felt that I was pitiful to be thrown into an orphanage, but now it seems that it is even more pitiful if I am not thrown into an orphanage." Walking on the beach, Olivia spits on the trough.

"Well, if you hadn't been thrown away, Uncle Dad and I wouldn't have been able to meet Ollie." Walking beside him, Mugan smiled.

Looking at Mughan's smiling face, Olivia coughed softly, then nodded.

Compared with the fat man who was locked up in a white house, he felt that the children who made the bun shop were happier!

No, after talking to Uncle Alpha, the adults left them alone, and Mugen and Olivia ran out into the sea to play.

They went to the same sea they went to yesterday, the sea in front of the beach where Olivia was basking yesterday, and they didn't go to the sea in front of the white house.

For some reason, Olivia always felt as if the sea was enclosed (← actually a surveillance system).

Mugan felt the same way and didn't want to disturb people, and even though they met new people yesterday, they didn't cross the line.

Two good children are playing their own games in the sea area where the White House is playing.

"Caught a big fish!" Spat out a mouthful of seawater, and Mugan's large head emerged from the sea. He didn't come up empty-handed, but with a big fish half a meter long!

"It must be delicious, let's bake and eat it!" Mugan looked at Olivia expectantly.

Hearing his words, Olivia's expression was more entangled:

Although the fish in Mugan's arms was quite fat, it was full of colors, with spines on its body, and a small lantern-like thing on its head......

With such a weird look, I don't want to eat it when I see it!!

How did Mugan think it would be delicious! Pounding the ground –

His heart was like a thousand thunder dragons running by, but Olivia looked very happy at Mugan.

"Let's bake and see!" If it doesn't taste good, eat it all! Big deal: Go back to Mrs. Bayati and ask for stomach medicine!

Olivia made up her mind to break the boat.

It was at this time that they unexpectedly saw gray fur waving their little wings on the beach.

"Chirp! Tweeted! "Greyfur is very happy.

Mugun couldn't move while holding the fish, so Olivia raised her hand and waved at Chubby.

The chubby wings then flapped more cheerfully~\(≧▽≦)/~

He had been screaming for a long time, but unfortunately no one heard Mugan and Olivia, who were playing crazy. He wanted to go down to them, but、But he can't swim orz

I walked for a long time at the beach, and I was mentally prepared to go to the sea several times, but after a wave wet Maomao, the little gray Mao was immediately frightened and jumped back to the shore.

"Hello Chubby!" Wet and jumping out of the sea, Olivia greeted him.

"Hello, huh? Hello uncle! Mugan came up after him, but he immediately noticed that there was not just Chubby on the shore, but also a man.

He instinctively said hello.

The man had been standing under the tree, probably just coming over, and Olivia had seen him, but he hadn't taken the liberty of saying hello.

"Hey! This guy is obviously an old man! Shouldn't we call Grandpa more appropriate? Turning slightly to the side, he whispered to Mughan.

"Huh? Will it? Mugan was stunned.

"I'm the guardian of Plungul, so just call me Cisher. Grandpa or something...... You don't have to. Looking at Olivia and Mugan with a smile, the blonde man could clearly hear their whispers.

"Hello Heather!" There was no embarrassment of being caught at all, and Olivia greeted him heartily.

The man named Heather laughed.

He was a very good-looking man, with extremely detailed facial features, but he did not give a sense of femininity at all, and both Mogan and Olivia had a good first impression of him.

"Yo! Isn't this Pracan? They usually live in deep seas, so why don't you go to the deep sea? Heather saw the fish in Mughan's arms at a glance.

"No, just now I was playing with Ollie in the sea, this fish was chasing a sea snake, and it only caught the sea snake and didn't notice me at all, so I caught it!" Mugam answered him honestly.

This fish was not at all known to him, and the reason why he caught it was also curious.

“…… It looks fat and big and delicious, Ollie and I are going to use it to make grilled fish and eat it together? Mugan was very enthusiastic about the invitation.

Then, he saw a very strange expression on the face of Heather on the other side.

"Can't you eat Pracan?" Thinking of a possibility, Mugen was stunned for a moment, and when he heard this, Olivia immediately slapped the fish in his arms off.

Seeing the two small actions, Heather coughed: "It's not that it can't be eaten, no, I mean Pracan's meat can be eaten, but it really can't be eaten." ”

Mugan and Olivia deflected their heads at the same time.

Seeing the exact same behavior of the two teenagers, Heather smiled: "Pracan is a second-class protected fish in the empire, an endangered species, and is not allowed to be eaten by law. ”

"Ahh That's it! It dawned on Mugan.

Looking down at the fish in the sand, he carefully picked it up again, and then threw it into the sea with a "hula" -

So rough - the three-headed Kantas present thought at the same time.

Drawing a perfect arc in the air, the Pracan eventually fell into the water.

Presumably it will never come to the offshore sea again in this life ̄▽ ̄

"Because of me, you don't have any snacks, so in order to apologize, can you accept my invitation to dine at my house?" The expressions of the two teenagers, one reluctant, the other full of happiness, and the two little faces of similar age contrasted with each other, and he smiled and sent out an invitation.

"How embarrassing?" Muggen was stunned.

"Please accept it, and this is also to show gratitude for saving Plunguli yesterday."

After glancing at each other, Mogan and Olivia finally nodded.

"Chirp!" Chubby, that is, Plungul, tweeted happily.

Walking across the long sandy beach, they once again stood in the luxurious white house, but this time instead of hiding in the kitchen, they sat in the owner's luxurious dining room!

With a uniformed waiter standing next to each of them, and another waiter rushing out from behind with various trays, Mugen and Olivia were stunned by the standard reception they had received.

The trays were uncovered one by one, and to be honest, Olivia was really worried that the tray would be a nutritious meal for the pit dad today, but as the thick fragrance overflowed, he finally let go of his heart.

It's the real deal! Very tasty, steaming food!

All sorts of food filled the table, and both Mugan and Olivia looked at each other in surprise! Not only the two of them, but the little fat man Plungul also looked very happy.

"Enjoy." With the smile of their master, Mugan and Olivia happily stretched out their forks to the food in front of them.