Negotiation

Stay or leave—an impossible choice.

Stay, and they would become dogs. Leave, and they would become meteors drifting through space.

The Age of Discovery sounded magnificent and stirring, but who knew that among the early immigrants, only one or two out of ten survived? Sailors were no different.

Space travel was only more dangerous.

A spaceship was, in truth, an artificial coffin.

Even with a bit of Mysterious Power, once one entered the vastness of space, there would be nowhere to dock. The problem of supplies alone would be harder than ascending to heaven.

Uh, going into space did seem like ascending to heaven.

The overwhelming majority chose to stay. Only a small number were willing to throw themselves into the launch project.

Dr. Stein had also chosen the space project.

He would never stay behind and wait to be turned into a pig, cow, or sheep.

A few people were missing from the conference room, but even more had remained.

Lieutenant General Lola swept his gaze around the room and said with great satisfaction, "Very good. You have all made the wise choice. Our future is bright, and the Disaster Anomaly Lords have much in common with us."

"We can absolutely achieve a win-win outcome. For humanity's future, for the continuation of civilization, we have no choice but to do this."

"Although Ordinary People will pay a heavy price in this process, it is necessary for humanity's survival. I believe they will understand."

"We will face much misunderstanding, but that does not matter. History will grant us innocence and justice."

At that moment, someone suddenly asked, "Will the Eastern Continent People also choose to compromise with the Disaster Anomaly Lords... no, to make deals with them?"

"They are a pack of hereditary hypocrites. They will never admit anywhere that