The air inside the Command Center seemed to freeze.
On the holographic screen, the cold words "Age of Divine Selection" flickered above four sharply distinct faction options. Each looked like a path branching toward an unknown fate.
Qin Chuan's words made his preference for the "Blue Star Guardians" faction clear.
That choice would bind his fate even more tightly to this beleaguered planet.
"Guild Leader Night Roaming God, 'Blue Star Guardians' sounds impressive, but what if this so-called 'Earth's World Will' can't help us? What if it's nothing more than a fantasy? We'd be cannon fodder among cannon fodder, with nowhere to turn when things go wrong."
The speaker was a representative from a small survivor stronghold. His face was pale, and he could not hide the tremor in his voice.
His stronghold had suffered heavy losses in the previous battle, leaving him terrified of what lay ahead.
Another guild leader offered his view. "If Earth's World Will were really that powerful, how did things get this bad? The 'Chaos Sowers' seem more practical to me. At least we could get something out of it without shouldering such a huge burden. If we choose the Guardians, won't we become the gods' first target? We'd be free shields for everyone else!"
Harsh as his words were, they gave voice to the fears and selfishness buried in some of their hearts.
Faced with such an overwhelming difference in strength, protecting the world sounded less noble than tragically overconfident.
Season Star frowned and was about to object, but Qin Chuan raised a hand to stop her.
His calm gaze swept over the crowd, taking in the fear and doubt on their faces, along with a faint, hidden hope.
"I understand your concerns," Qin Chuan said steadily. "Choosing the 'Blue Star Guardians' does mean