I Will Protect the Desolate Sea Realm!
Although the Demon Emperor had yet to make a move against the Wangu Realm, he had not stopped expanding and suppressing other worlds. Many armies had split up to attack the planes they had already targeted.
To Jun Changxiao, this was an opportunity. He could provide swift aid, raise his realm's fame and prestige, and let the entire Upper Universe understand who was doing real work and who was just mooching along.
That was right.
Moochers.
Many factions had no intention of truly standing against the Demon Emperor.
They only hoped to profit from this calamity. Asking them to risk their lives in battle was likely out of the question.
Jun Changxiao not only intended to get things done, he also intended to mobilize everyone, turning moochers into carry players.
To put it plainly.
Gousheng did not want to be a lone hero.
Since the Demon Emperor was wreaking havoc across the Upper Universe, they should unite all living beings to resist him. Everyone had the obligation and responsibility to take part.
Gousheng was a very practical, very genuine person.
If it had been some great hero who saved the suffering and aided the distressed, they might have shouldered everything alone and faced everything themselves. But he refused to do that. To fight evil, they had to gather everyone's strength.
I don't want to be a savior.
And I don't want the people of this world to do nothing but stupidly wait for a savior when faced with oppression and danger.
It was precisely because of this mindset that Jun Changxiao had merged several top-tier planes. His purpose was simple: being a savior was fine, but everyone had to contribute strength!
"Alas."
The system sighed. "This is a savior who seeks fame, profit,