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"The war was won, but I barely contributed. So many flaws in my commands, so many mistakes. No plans... nothing...".., Mark floated in space, gazing at distant stars, the vast and quiet void around him only deepening his loneliness.
His massive, imposing figure seemed insignificant against the infinite expanse of the universe—just a speck of dust, a microbe in a cosmic sea.
"If I'm going to survive—no, if I want to live a long life—I have to be smarter. I need to plan ahead, always have a backup."His voice was low, almost a whisper as if he was speaking more to himself than to the universe. "If that Rank 3 was even a millisecond late, I would've been erased... gone."....,Mark's face remained impassive, but his mind was far from calm.
