The Last Dose of Chicken Soup

The great square was packed shoulder to shoulder.

People had arrived—around eighty thousand of them.

The legions, Commerce Factions, and associations were almost all present, along with some of the residents.

Compared to the nearly seven hundred thousand residents across the entire territory under their jurisdiction, eighty thousand was still far too few. But events had unfolded too suddenly. Gathering so many people here within barely a dozen minutes had already been extraordinarily difficult; it was impossible to hope for more. Besides, nearly everyone had a headache now and felt discomfort to varying degrees, their ability to act greatly diminished.

Only this many people could listen to Shi Tiexin speak in person.

More people had been ordered to turn on their televisions and watch Shi Tiexin's speech from home.

Even this was only possible because Shi Tiexin had always been proactive in ideological preparation, with the relevant equipment and systems already in place. Otherwise, even if he had wanted to give a speech, there would have been no way to pull it off.

Those watching through television naturally could not feel the effects of Rhetoric aura, but there was truly no other way at present. Fortunately, Majestic Bearing, which came with the Vast Overlord Physique, possessed an innate high charisma that would not be erased by a television broadcast.

Shi Tiexin stepped onto the high platform.

He looked at the sea of dark heads below—the lost, the suffering, the ones shimmering with purple light.

His heart was incomparably heavy.

Then he began to speak.

"Everyone, the situation is urgent, so I won't waste words."

"I'll only make three points."

"They are: what the situation is now, why you have headaches, and what you should do."

Everyone listened intently, including those before their televisions, because these were precisely the things they