Steelheart

Evander was having a stressful day, like every other day in this week.

As the high general of Earth, he had a lot of responsibility. Part of it was being an acting commander of planetoids.

Only a few peak level 9s were eligible for this post and fewer do it. Because keeping track of the planetoids, the deployments, the abyssal plans, skirmishes, wars, and strategies…basically, it was a headache.

Of course, there was an expert committee to help make decisions. But it didn't erase the pressure he had to face to manage the gargantuan task.

Bali was also qualified for the job, and when he wasn't in a mission of the Shura Squad, he'd be an acting commander.

"When is he returning?" Evander stood up and rubbed his forehead.

He was inside a sleek white room filled with a hologram depicting the condition of the planetoids. Lights flashed from time to time, indicating there were changes in deployments.