After everyone left, the man sat next to the cub's small bed and watched quietly for a while.

The cub's little mouth was squeaking, and he didn't know what he did in his dream, and he made a slight "chuck" sound from time to time. The man stood up and turned the lights in the room to dim, suitable for sleep, and turned and left.

But he came to the game room.

The same game room has one in all places where the cubs will live. All the popular gaming facilities outside have modified versions tailored to Kantas pups, and in addition, there are some facilities that are not available outside at all.

He has a total of 372 such game rooms in various places.

The money for building a game room is not a cent away from the imperial budget, and it is entirely supported by private financial resources.

From outsiders, this is at most an extremely luxurious game room, but it is not: this is the study room of Kantas cubs.

Each game corresponds to a ability, and the cubs complete the purpose of learning and exercise at the same time during the game.

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

Knowing that he was a habit, the assistant No. 3 who was left behind in the imperial capital had already passed the "results" of other cubs to his brain in his old age.

Sitting on the seesaw of the thunder dragon shape, looking at the "report card" marked with the name of each cub, the man's brows became tighter and tighter.

Failed!

Failed!

Failed!

All failed!!!

He saw the report about the last cub with his lips tense, and he finally turned off the smart brain interface expressionlessly.

Compared with the Kantas pupil data hundreds of years ago, these pupils are in a terrible situation!

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

The Imperial Government Chief Executive Officer, Sissyri Roh Nashkir, had no expression on his face, and his eyebrows did not even frown. Only familiar people knew that this was his angry expression.

Born in the era when Kantas was the most prosperous, he had seen the power of Kantas in that era, and the strength of his predecessors and the same clan took deep roots in Nashkiel, who was still a cub.

There were so many Kantas cubs at that time!

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

Strength! Wisdom! Right!

All are the peaks.

However, there is an invisible force in the dark. If one force is strong to a certain extent, that force will suddenly appear, weakening or even erasing the prominent force, forcing the whole world to become balanced again.

Just like any ruling race in the long history of the universe that has been obscured by the times!

In that big explosion, the empire not only lost their emperor, but also lost countless excellent Kantas warriors, but also almost lost their ability to breed.

After the explosion, the Kantas's already low breeding ability was reduced again.

The fertility rate is getting lower and lower, and the rate of shelling is getting lower and lower. Even if the cubs barely get out of the shell under the protection of various high-tech, the qualities of the newly born cubs are getting lower and lower.

The chief researcher of the Kantas breeding department was frightened to submit a report: There was a problem with Kantas' genes.

The strongest species once fell, their genes will be weaker than each other, and combined with other races. Their genes will be replaced by other races. Kantas will slowly withdraw from the stage of history and disappear silently in this world, making way for the upcoming next race to rule the universe.

All the researchers involved in this report were wiped out by Nashkill.

That year, Nashkir resigned from his promising military post, entered the imperial civil system, and became a politician.

Maintaining the racial image and status of Kantas among the people, various relevant legal provisions were issued, and at the same time, vigorously supporting various Kantas gene repair research.

As the most powerful and heavy-skinned Kantas, he is a standard handsome man with a handsome appearance. Nashkill has a very good reputation among the people.

In the empire's power system, he was already standing faintly at the top of the pyramid.

In the past 100 years, he has appeared less and less. Some people say he is ill and recuperating, while others say he is focusing all his energy on cultivating the next generation of successors... All kinds of speculations, but now he appears on such a leisure travel planet, carrying a small cub.

The performance of the cubs disappointed him, but Nashkiel was Nashkiel after all. He quickly controlled his emotions and remembered the only cub who had not been checked, following him.

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

His eyes widened in an instant—

Strength Project Rating: 20!

Agile project rating: 20!

Speed ​​item rating: 20!

Brain Project Rating: 20!

...

...

...

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

How is this possible?

Nashkill's eyes instantly showed ecstasy, but soon he woke up:

This is certainly impossible.

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

What exactly happened here?

Squinted his eyes, Nashkill gently touched his chin.

***

"In the past, I felt very pitiful to be thrown into an orphanage. Now it seems that it might be even more pitiful to be thrown into an orphanage." Walking on the beach, Olivia complained.

"Well, if Oli, you are not thrown away, my father and uncle will not be able to meet Oli." Walking beside him, Mugan smiled.

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

Compared to the fat and rich man locked up in a white house, he felt that the kids who built a bun shop were happier!

After saying this to Uncle Alfa, the adults ignored them. Mugan and Olivia went to the sea to play.

They went to the sea area they went to yesterday, which was the sea in front of the beach where Olivia was sunbathing yesterday. They did not go to the sea area in front of the White House.

For some reason, Olivia always felt that the sea was encircled (actually a surveillance system).

Mugan also had the same feeling, not wanting to disturb others, even though they met new friends yesterday, they did not rashly cross the line.

The two good kids were playing their own games in the sea where the Baifangzi sphere of influence.

"I caught a big fish!" After spitting out a mouthful of sea water, Mugen's big head emerged from the sea. He did not come up empty-handed, but was holding a half-meter-long big fish!

"It must be delicious, let's bake it!" Mugan looked at Olivia with anticipation.

When Olivia heard his words, he was too confused:

Although the fish in Mugen's arms was quite fat, it was colorful, with thorns on its body, and a small lantern-like thing on its head...

Such a weird look, I don’t want to eat it after seeing it!!!

How did Mugan think it would be delicious! Blow the floor—

My heart was like millions of thunder dragons running by, but Olivia looked very happy at Mugan.

"Let's bake and see!" If it's not delicious, eat it all by yourself! At worst, go back to ask Mrs. Bayati for stomach medicine!

Olivia made up her mind to go all out.

At this moment, they accidentally saw gray hairs waving their small wings on the beach.

"Chirp! Chirp!" Gray hair screamed happily.

Mugan couldn't move in the carriage, so Olivia raised her hand and waved at Xiaopang.

The fat wings immediately flapped their wings more happily~\(≧▽≦)/~

He had been calling for a long time, but unfortunately, Mugen and Olivia were crazy and didn't hear it. He wanted to go down to find them, but he couldn't swim orz

After walking by the beach for a long time, I was mentally prepared to go into the sea several times, but after a wave wet the hair, the little gray hair immediately jumped to the shore again.

"Hello, Xiaopang!" Olivia said hello to him, jumping out of the sea wet.

"Hello, Xiaopang, hey? Hello, uncle!" Mugen followed closely behind, but he immediately noticed that there was not only Xiaopang, but also a man on the shore.

He instinctively greeted him.

The man was standing under the tree before, probably just now, and Olivia saw him, but he did not say hello rashly.

"Hey! This guy is obviously an old man! Should we call grandpa more suitable?" He turned slightly and whispered to Mugen.

"Hey? Will it?" Mugan was stunned.

"I am the guardian of Plunguli, just call me Siser. Grandpa and other things... there is no need." Looking at Olivia and Mugen with a smile, the blonde man obviously heard the whispers of the two.

"Hello, Siser!" There was no embarrassment at all, and Olivia greeted him cheerfully.

The man named Siser then smiled.
To be continued...