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“Khylon Galdiun!” The leader harshly bangs his staff down on the floor like the prop was a gavel. He did not appreciate the theatrics. “Not only have you lied about your identity, but you have even tried to steal one of our sacred relics!”

… excuse me? What ‘sacred relic’ rubbish was this??

Khylon carefully kept his face blank.

In the face of his disbelief, however, the leader howled, “Acting like a fool will not lighten your sentencing!” And then the older man angrily waved the tip of his staff towards one of the smaller crowds. 

“Young Fang, step forward!!”

The man from Ancient Earth takes one large step, driving himself out of the quickly-growing crowd, and politely calls, “Yes, Leader?” 

Simear, the current Head of the Amatahri, points his righteous stick straight at the kneeling Khylon. “Did this man attempt to steal your.. mecha?”

The moment this particular inquiry leaves his wrinkly lips, Khylon’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.

Stealing—a mecha..? Wasn’t he just taking back what was originally his?? Khylon can’t help but scrunch his nose and stare at Fang Xiao rather weirdly. 

Hey. This guy was the real robber, right..

Fang Xiao sighs, put upon. “Yes,” he ends up admitting, much to the shock of the crowd if the loud gasps and surprised shouts were anything to go by.

“Silence!” Simear demands, and when the sound eventually dampens to a suitable volume, he continues to bellow; “Khylon! For your despicable plot against one of your weaker tribesmen, you are hereby banished from the Great Rerawlen forest!”

“Leader, wait—!” “This can’t be true!?” “No way!!” Of course, there’s many who verbally protest, but in the end no one actually steps forward to stop the guards as they drag him away. 

Khylon doesn’t put up a fight. It was no use and, to be honest, he could probably just escape from the ‘jail cell’ anyway. But still. Despondently, he can’t help but wonder—

—just how did he end up like this..?

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In the entirety of the explored galaxies, the name ‘Khylon Galdiun’ was, and still is, probably the one most well-known. His whole career was laid out in the Public Imperial gallery for all to see and admire. 

It was actually more impressive for someone to not have heard of him.

Firstly, he belonged to an infamous clan primarily known for their Spatial-orientated Evolutionary Skillset(EVOS) where most—if not all—members from that large “family” tended to enter under the military branch of the Galactic Union. Khylon also wasn’t any different from his kin in this regard, and before he was even 30yrs old, he had already become a highly decorated General with the freedom to do as he pleased.

After that, life was great.

.. but in the end all it took was one wrong mission for it to all come crashing down.

Now stuck on a backwaters and painfully primitive planet after falling through an unknown wormhole; it takes all aspects of Khylon’s training—and barely-there prodigal skill—just to stay alive.
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Table of The Trying Times of An Ex-War General

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Volume 1