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After an impassioned speech, the atmosphere was completely fired up, very much in keeping with the traditions of the Miken People and Western Continent People.

Many Otherworldly Users who had originally come merely to watch the spectacle, socialize, or latch onto powerful backers now became serious.

How could bait be made convincing? By making it real.

Seeing this, Wenren Sheng already knew that the potential killer could no longer believe this convention was a trap.

Because what it represented was far more significant than that.

Miken's current situation was no better than that of a certain troublemaker from Wenren Sheng's previous life—indeed, it was even worse. After all, the latter had at least been able to retreat to overseas territories to survive. The Miken People, however, had nowhere to retreat to. Going to the moon might offer a way out, but they could only eke out a miserable existence there.

Big Cat looked around and soon fixed its eyes on someone whose emotions were equally stirred—perhaps even more fervent than anyone else's.

He was a young white man, pale-faced and well-featured, somewhat handsome, but with lifeless eyes. He looked about twenty-five, probably long unemployed and living at home, and quite possibly well educated.

How could he tell that last part? It could only be called intuition, mixed with the scent emanating from the man, his excited shouts, flushed face, and agitated expression...

There was no absolute Logic to it, but Wenren Sheng could simply see it.

Just as experienced people could usually distinguish a former college student from a completely illiterate person among the homeless. The former always had a trace of unwillingness and regret in their eyes, while the latter were simply calm.

Because the former had once had many chances to succeed but failed to seize them, while