One World, One Earth

Flame continued to explode throughout the city.

Thick, solidified gasoline was hurled in all directions, and the fire gradually escalated. This vicious and cruel weapon, created by human ingenuity, was howling wildly, like a demon descending upon the world.

The wind fueled the fire, the sun shone brightly, white phosphorus bombs roared down from the sky, napalm bombs exploded on the ground, the sky was ablaze with white light, the ground was scorched by the sun, the city was covered in toxic smoke and Flame, people who had been hiding in their homes because of the war fled in panic to the streets, when the nest was overturned, no egg was spared.

They ran aimlessly, not knowing where was safe. Explosions were constantly occurring in the city, and there might be terrible bombs buried right next to them. Vehicles could not pass through the chaotic streets, and there were screams and cries everywhere. Fireballs kept shooting into the sky in the distance, and waves of heat surged, as if it were the end of the world.

People called out to each other for their loved ones, while others collapsed and sat on the ground weeping. Children called for their parents, and parents called for their children. Across the crowd, heads were thronging everywhere. An elderly couple supported each other, but could not walk fast or far. They huddled together under a house by the street, watching all this in despair.

"Help..."

"Has anyone seen my child?!"

"Daddy! Daddy!"

"Please help us..."

"Someone please help us..."

The people living on this land have never been happy. They have never experienced glory, nor have they caught up with the wave of technological development. Instead, they have been met with vicious and selfish colonizers. Even in the new era, they cannot escape weakness and backwardness, hunger, poverty, desolation, and war.

They live in a world where napalm and white phosphorus bombs could fall on their heads at any moment.

They don't even know what they did wrong to end up like this.

One world, one Earth.

As ordinary citizens, they could only weep and cry helplessly, powerless to do anything about it.

--A giant eagle spreads its wings in the sky.

Arcane wings whipped up a gale as the Himo's Eagle swooped down. Kang De stood on its back, looking down at the city engulfed in flames, the petrol bombs burning fiercely and spreading further.

He took a step, somersaulted to the ground, and swung his axe in the sweltering heat. The next moment, the black light shattered, and Kang De appeared on a rooftop. He swung his Tomahawk again, his body flashing through the void, and crashed into a burning bullet hole, plunging into the flames.

A helpless cry for help came from the scorching flames. Surrounded by howling flames, Kang De closed his eyes, released his spiritual power, spread his arms, and a crimson light flashed. Strands of Flame Element seeped into his arms, like illusory Flame spirits swirling and dancing around him.

He roared fiercely, slamming his hands down on the ground. The Power of the Fire Thief expanded outwards from the ground, Extraction and pulverizing everything that was burning. In an instant, the firelight went out, and the orange-red flames were extinguished. Only the ethereal smoke and mist still filled the space, followed by a whirlwind that scattered everything.

The trapped people looked around blankly, not knowing what had happened.

The Himo's Eagle roared in the sky, Kang De's eyes flashed with dazzling light, black light swirled around him, then shattered and dissipated, and his figure reappeared in the sky, riding the gale towards another fire.

Those who were blocked outside, crying out the names of their loved ones, saw a figure rush into the fire. The next moment, dozens of houses shook and roared. The person was as fast as a meteor and lightning. Wherever he went, the flames were extinguished and the Flame disappeared. People were thrown out and rolled on the ground, looking bewildered.

"Look! An eagle! It's the Eagle God!"

The Himo's Eagle reflected golden light in the sunlight, its ethereal blue wings whipping up a gale as it swept across the city sky amidst the firelight and sunbeams, like the spirit of all things worshipped by the Comora Tribe.

This scene was magnificent and sacred.

The elderly Comora People rose shakily, tears streaming down his face. Under the erosion of technology and modernization, the ancient legends were no longer believed by the younger generation. But now, amidst suffering, Flame, death, and despair, the glimmer of hope appeared before them.

But Kang De was not a god.

He didn't even know if he could be called hope.

His life changed forever the moment he was stranded on the desert island. It was never peaceful again, and he was driven by an unseen fate, constantly facing cruel realities.

The reality is drifting helplessly on a deserted island for a whole year; the reality is watching the Penguin of the Goth People die one by one in front of you and being powerless to do anything about it; the reality is being caught in the war between the Goth and the elves and being powerless to stop it; the reality is that you can never save everyone; the reality is that you are powerless and always just a little short.

Never strong enough.

That's why he's busy on two fronts, why he's frantically trying to coordinate the progress of the battles on both sides, and why he's running back and forth here to extinguish the flames of war for the people of one city.

But it can't save everyone.

The man burned alive, the woman holding her child and burned to a crisp, the people in the house suffocating, choking, and dying from the heat—not everyone could be saved, and not everything could be done in time. Sometimes, extinguishing the Flame only revealed twisted skeletons, and sometimes, giving someone hope only resulted in hearing their desperate cries. Kang De had no choice but to move on to the next place without lingering.

He didn't want to hear things he didn't want to hear, and he didn't want to see expressions he didn't want to see.

Valentan, Glittering Sand, I've seen enough of those.

Flying Flame, phosphorus raining down from the sky, and screaming people.

There were cars that had been hit, and he saw people screaming inside.

It was a family. The three people in the back seat were already dead. The person in the front seat tried to climb out of the burning car, but the Flame engulfed his car and burned his body. His hands reached out from the broken windshield, grabbing the hood and making a cracking sound. He struggled forward, and only a small part of the broken car glass trapped his upper body. His exposed body was the same color as the Flame metal body of the car.

He looked at Kang De, shouting and pleading for help, but the Flame had destroyed everything he had. His face was burned beyond recognition, with only pieces of flesh turned outwards, and his head gradually drying and burning. His eyes were withering away, yet they revealed a suffocating despair.

This is Earth, not another world, not a backward society, not a warring nation, not Goth being invaded by foreign races. This is Earth, a modern society, a technological revolution, a global village.

Kang De could only fire silently.

His face was so dark it was almost distorted, boundless rage consumed his mind, the golden dial in his pupils spun rapidly, Kang De's speed had reached its limit, leaping, teleporting, he constantly extinguished the roaring flames, his figure splashing light and shadow, shuttling back and forth in the entire city like a streak of light, riding a giant eagle.

Saving humanity, witnessing death.

Or, to give death.

An SUV was fleeing frantically. The shooter screamed in terror. His shooting skills were no match for such an enemy. He could see with his own eyes that terrifying figure flashing and teleporting through the air. It was teleportation! He swore he wasn't seeing things. He hadn't been drinking or doing anything—it was real!

Kang De rushed to the front of the car, facing the oncoming vehicle. His Dou Qi Inspiration surged, and with a single slash of his sword, the speeding car was sliced in two. The mercenary operating the machine gun on the weapon platform was also cut in two, his internal organs and blood gushing out. The car crashed to both sides. Kang De raised his hand and severed the driver's limbs, pinned the other man to the ground, grabbed the man in the back seat, his gaze cold and piercing, ignoring the man's screams.

"I'm asking you."

Are you hungry?

Are you suffering?

"Is life hanging by a thread?"

"Don't you have a home?"

Is our motherland enslaved? Is our ethnicity discriminated against? Is there no way to survive?

"None of those."

"Then why did you take up arms?"

The hand gripping the other person's throat gleamed with a fierce light.

Why did you come to someone else's home?

Why harm innocent civilians?

Why are you only interested in things that hurt others?

"You..."

He stared into the other man's terrified eyes, watching the Flame burn within them.

Then Flame burst forth from the mercenary's head and face, Flame from within.

"This is the only way you deserve to die."

His figure vanished, teleporting into the sky and heading towards another artillery position.

"Everyone, get to the underground air-raid shelter!"

At the China Embassy in Comora, immediately after the attack, the military attaché issued an order that all staff members and the rescued China citizens be taken to shelter in an underground air-raid shelter. Meanwhile, the military attaché observed the changing situation in the city from the third floor, his eyes filled with both surprise and seriousness.

Footsteps sounded, and the ambassador strode over, his face contorted with murderous intent. "I called my superiors— Gambia is finished! Those guys deserve to die a hundred times over!"

He approached the military officer and asked, "Is there any way to control the fire?"

"In fact... it seems the effect isn't very good. Many places haven't caught fire, and I don't know why..." the military attaché said, puzzled, but his tone remained grave. "But many residents have already taken to the streets. Without proper guidance, large-scale stampedes and panic are very likely. White phosphorus and incendiary bombs will also cause numerous injuries. Given Comora's current state of anarchy, I'm afraid..."

Ambassador He's face turned ashen.

He paused for a moment, then said decisively, "Have our doctor prepare, I'll make another call!"

The military officer was taken aback. "Are we supposed to rescue them? According to procedure..."

"Screw the procedures! Rules are rules, but people are flexible! At worst, I'll retire to the CPPCC!"

Ambassador He grumbled, "We don't even know if King Comora is dead or not, where are we supposed to find any procedures? I'll make another call and ask. I can't stand watching these people be burned alive and suffer agonizingly!"

Just then, a gunshot rang out outside. Startled, the two men drew their guns, put on their helmets, and said to the ambassador, "You quickly go hide in the basement! I'll go check!"

Just then, a loudspeaker blared from outside.

Poor Chinese.

"Open the door! I am King Chakat II of Comora!"

The two exchanged a surprised glance.

Soon, after inspection, the armed police removed the barricades, Humvee drove into the embassy. The Black King greeted the ambassador to Comora, and without exchanging pleasantries, asked solemnly, "Mr. Ambassador, does your government still recognize the royal family under my rule and leadership as the sole legitimate government of the Kingdom of Comora?"

The ambassador solemnly replied, "Of course, you remain the legitimate leader and monarch of Comora."

"Very well. As the ruler of Comora, I invoke international law. Given that the government is in exile, the territory is occupied, and Comora's administrative, military, and security forces have all ceased to exist, the Comora government is no longer capable of providing any assistance to the civilians affected by the war. Therefore, as the King of Comora, I request that your government and relevant departments provide humanitarian aid and agree to all of your actions in Comora."

Chakat II said slowly, "Mr. Ambassador, you may report to your superiors and request instructions, and instruct your secretary to prepare a memorandum."

The ambassador immediately stepped back, turned, and ran into the embassy. "Right away!"

"Military Attaché Liang, please assign two soldiers to protect me," Chakat II said to the military attaché, his dark face radiating murderous intent. "I'm going to visit some of your scumbag neighbors."

The military officer hesitated for a moment, then said, "This is very dangerous, Your Mr. Wang, you..."

"Don't worry." Chakat II picked up his phone. "I'm live-streaming. If Twitter can govern, then so can live-streaming... Although the West largely controls internet discourse, they are not monolithic. I believe in the strength of your government and the Russia government. If Chakat II is killed by the United States Marine Corps in front of the United States Embassy while trying to save his people, then let the whole world see it."

He turned to the person beside him. "Besides, you should know him, right?"

The military attaché then noticed the China man beside him and exclaimed in surprise, "Kang Jinzhu!"

Since the kidnapping of his fellow countrymen, he and several officials, including the ambassador, have thoroughly examined the photos of the missing persons, leaving a deeper impression on them than on their own parents.

"It's me... I'm sorry, Major Liang, I have something to say to the Ambassador."

Kang Jinzhu glanced at the king, Chakat II smiled, "Go, Jingzhu, we all have to fight. You fight for your son, and I fight for my family."

The two looked at each other, then shook hands, their eyes met, and they nodded slightly.

The journey into the city was neither long nor short, but it was enough for these two men, each with their own concerns, to exchange information, agree on a story, and reach a win-win deal.

Then Kang Jinzhu rushed into the embassy.

"Mr. Ambassador! Mr. Ambassador!"

Kang Jinzhu quickly caught up with Ambassador He, who was also surprised. "Kang Jinzhu! You..."

"Mr. Ambassador, are you trying to contact the country? Please forgive my intrusion, but I also wish to participate; I have very important matters to report to the Party and the country..."

Kang Jinzhu followed the ambassador, and the two quickly ascended the stairs. As they walked, Papa Kang said, "This is truly a very important matter! Regarding what I saw and discovered in the King's tomb... there's the shadow of the Fr*nce governments behind it! They plotted war and assassinated the King for what's in the tomb!"

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PS1: Only one update today. I need to build up some emotion for the following plot. I haven't been sleeping well these past two days, so I'd better go to bed early. I'm still sweating bullets... Bye!