There Are Still Nations Waging War on One Another, Drawing the Blood of Their Own Kind with Blades...

After the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were punished by the "Gods" through various means, Origin Star finally caught its breath.

For twenty years, war, Plague, famine, and death—four shadows have loomed over the entire planet.

Now that three Knights have fallen and one is asleep, the world can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After catching my breath, it's time to get back to work.

First, the major powers of each civilization must take the initiative to launch wars and reclaim their former territories.

This was inevitable; those small kingdoms that split off during the time of the Four Knights were merely a stopgap measure. Now that the War Rider are gone, it's only natural to bring them back.

Then, there should be globalization and the space race. In a world order dominated by the Tracing Light, civilizations will engage in orderly and healthy competition and cooperation.

Tracing Light has this ability.

Tracing Light also shared this desire.

Because of the "Humanity Above All" concept of Tracing Light, the entire civilization inherently possesses a sense of ownership, which is "to protect my planet."

This refers to a community with Fate for mankind.

However, the first step in resuming the globalization plan has come to a complete standstill, leaving even the "Gods" helpless.

The "Gods" are unlikely to intervene, so it is necessary to reserve Civilization Points to prepare for a possible Disaster of Faith.

That step represents the active initiation of war by the civilization itself to reclaim lost territory.

This step is stuck, completely immobilized.

The reason is simple: nuclear weapons have become too abundant.

Thanks to its sparse population and abundant land, the raw materials for nuclear bombs were not monopolized by the world's major countries.

Uranium ore is everywhere, and the technological threshold for nuclear weapons is actually not high. For the civilization of Origin Star, building a simple nuclear bomb is as easy as building a car.

This leads to the conclusion that even a small country with a population of a few hundred thousand could possess nuclear weapons.

A highly vulnerable threat system has been formed.

If you attack me, I'll drop a nuclear bomb. If you destroy me, I'll take you down with me.

Moreover, this threat system includes more than just nuclear weapons.

There are also geniuses and super strong individuals on the Mana Side. A small country may not be able to support a large army, but it can devote all its resources to cultivating a few top-notch mages.

Those few mages might not be able to defeat Tracing Light's regular army, but they were enough to create chaos in the city and sabotage key facilities.

There are also the Pestilence Rider, Plagues of insane strength. Although those Plagues have been cleansed by the "Gods," the remnants still remain, still mutating, and still spreading.

Who can guarantee that total war won't trigger a new wave of Plague?

The world's "spears" far outweigh the "shields."

Even a small country with a population of a few hundred thousand has the ability to threaten the most powerful country—the entity of the Tracing Light.

That's awkward.

After the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse departed, what remained were the contradictions within humanity itself.

Surprisingly, even after the War Rider left, humanity's desire for war did not seem to diminish much.

Desire wasn't brought about by the Knight; the Knight merely amplified it. It was always there.

After two years of effort, the various civilizations reduced the number of countries from over seventy to just over thirty. Then, they could push on no further.

The remaining ones either possess nuclear weapons or have extremely powerful individuals; a direct confrontation would be too costly and yield too little benefit.

Therefore, countries had no choice but to recognize their status and then directly initiate a process of globalization once again.

Three years later, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were resurrected, only to be killed on the moon by the combined forces of the "Gods," and fell into slumber once more.

Time just slipped by...

Until the year 120 of the Civilization Calendar.

Tracing Light convened a global political conference.

"Recently, a rumor has resurfaced in the world: the entire world will be refreshed between the year 150 and 160 of the Civilization Calendar, all civilizations will separate, and then they will encounter extraterrestrial life."

Mu Ri listened to his subordinate's words and glanced at him indifferently.

How can someone say something like that? They've read too many science fiction novels; their intelligence agencies are useless.

"The meeting is about to start. Go and organize the materials, and make sure nothing goes wrong."

Seeing that the Mu Ri remained noncommittal, the subordinate quickly replied:

"This news came out very suddenly, but the source of the information is extremely exaggerated."

How exaggerated is it?

"Directly derived from the Gods."

Mu Ri's gaze sharpened, and after a moment's thought, he said, "I understand."

The two entered a building with an extremely large interior space.

The central conference hall of Changhe City.

The conference hall has a classic style: a circular dome, a black and white color scheme, and a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

The conference hall was now full of people.

Representatives from 37 countries around the world, dressed in their respective attire, sat in seats labeled with their country's name. Some were talking in hushed tones, some were flipping through documents, and some were resting with their eyes closed.

Above the podium hung medals from various countries: the Silver-White Book of the Tracing Light, the Abyss Eye the Near the Abyss, the Gear of the Western Ink, the Flame of the Ashen Land... Thirty-seven medals, representing thirty-seven recognized regimes.

Mu Ri was the last one to enter.

He wore a dark gray robe without any adornments, held a silver-white book in his hands, and had Authority Sword at his waist. He walked slowly and steadily.

The room fell silent.

Mu Ri walked up to the podium and stood in the center. His gaze swept across the entire room, and his expressionless face revealed no emotion.

Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to come to Changhe City and attend this meeting.

Let's get straight to the point; I don't like Mu Ri.

"The real war has been over for ten years," Mu Ri said. "Logically, we should unite and work together to develop until we find a way to completely resolve the Disaster of Faith."

The Mu Ri is naturally for all small countries to return to their own dominant nations, not for the complete unification of the entire world.

Mu Ri himself particularly wanted to; if it weren't for the Gods above, he would have launched a global unification war long ago in the previous era.

He paused here.

But look at things now.

His gaze swept across the room, and some people lowered their heads.

"Here, people still die of thirst and hunger; nations still wage war against each other, drawing blood from their own kind. Plagues still roam the land; darkness prevails even under the sun."

"Even after the War Rider departed, war continued unabated."

"... These are all unnecessary sacrifices and internal conflicts. Why kill each other?"

Mu Ri and uttered its last sentence, it looked up at the entire audience.

Silence fell over the room.

Representatives from a few of the main countries nodded slightly, but most remained unmoved.

If problems could be solved simply by talking, then the Gods and nations of the world wouldn't have to worry so much.

"If that's the case, then let's find out the reason. Let's confront them face to face."

Mu Ri spoke in a calm tone, raising his hand.

A person suddenly flew into the air from the audience.