The young Charles heard this, and a strong unwillingness appeared in his eyes, "I don't know what your purpose is, anyway, my purpose is not to let others oppress me. I've been oppressed enough over the years."
"I don't like having my fate controlled by others, and I dislike being treated like an ant even more."
"Why do those trash get to wipe us and our species out at will? If we don't resist under these circumstances, we might as well just die."
Hearing these words from the version of himself from another plane, Charles felt a bit emotional for a moment, "I have to admit, the Foundation has a keen eye for people."
A sneer appeared in the young Charles' eyes. "Don't tell me you don't want to?"
"I do, of course, but I consider the practical situation more. Under their attack, self-preservation is the primary goal."
"Whether it's the Earth's surface or Earth Sea, both are constantly in danger, and there are people I care about among them. I want to protect them well."
