"But all the pain I've gone through doesn't compare to how painful it was to produce so many One-Star Items at once. Promise me you won't come looking for me anytime soon, okay?"
"Fine."
With a serious expression, Kerr Cowell nodded and spoke with a hint of anticipation and a light laugh, "With this batch of items, it will be enough to give the Federation a surprise."
"Hmm, do as you please. I'm not your real father, so you don't need to report back to me."
"Right."
Kerr Cowell suddenly thought of something and asked, "The Battle of All Races is closing in less than ten days. Where will you go, Father of the Blue Star? How can we settle you down?"
"No need to worry."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's tired gaze suddenly revealed a glimmer of hope: "Blue Star was my home, but in some ways, it was also my prison. I can't leave the Blue Star just like the Blue Star needs me."
"Now that Blue Star is gone, my shackles are gone too."
