This was a summer night in 2334. Xiang Shan was sitting on the roof of a broadcast vehicle, speaking to the retreating driver, "The road is quite long. Old Ba, how about you tell a story about the Martial Gods?"
"Oh? If you want to talk about that, I won't be sleepy anymore!" Babbitt immediately said.
Although Xiang Shan found it a bit odd to say "I won't be sleepy anymore" during driving, it was largely acceptable. After all, everyone was now using automated routing for self-driving, so it didn't matter if the driver slept. Only the Military Martial Path emphasized conscious direct control.
"But where to start from... The emergence of the Fourth Martial God, the Fifth Martial God who mastered a hundred weapons, the Seventh Martial God who battled in the Asteroid Belt, or the Ninth Martial God who led a thousand soldiers to defect?"
