The atmosphere at the scene boiled like fire, the roaring voices like crashing waves.
Standing on the third floor, Chu Guang could see the faces brimming with enthusiasm.
He could almost touch the surging excitement and longing rushing toward him with the tip of his nose.
His blood boiled in his veins.
That emotional resonance spread through the crowd.
He believed it.
He wasn't the only one who had been waiting for this moment.
It was six in the evening.
The boiling noise in the square gradually subsided, and at that moment, a solemn, resounding voice rang out above the plaza.
"From the moment the gates opened until now, nearly two hundred days and nights have passed. From an endless wilderness to ten thousand mu of fertile fields beyond the farms, we took only half a year."
"Over those short six months, we drove back the mutants, conquered savagery, defeated the tide, marched through artillery fire, and cultivated barren soil."
"We accomplished miracles others considered impossible. There were sacrifices, but we never abandoned a single person."
"Now, we have every reason to believe that we have both the courage and the ability to bring order to even farther places!"
"Let us cheer for this moment!"
"For ourselves, and for everyone beside us!"
"Victory belongs to us!"
"To everyone who has fought for this land!"
His words fell with a force that seemed to strike the ground.
Thunderous applause erupted.
Cheers echoed across the square.
"Long live the Administrator!"
"Vault 404 shall endure forever!"
"Long live the Human Alliance!"
"Long live Demacia!"
"Emperor of Mankind!"
"People live for—Waaah, let go of me! Let me finish!"
Some shouted about greatness and eternal glory, while others said things that were difficult to understand, even utterly baffling. Yet the pure emotion behind them was