I, Little Griseo, Patrol the Myriad Worlds

All the more terrifying!

Especially on the Eastern Dragon side. It might not be accurate to say that everyone was panicking, but they certainly could not be drowning themselves in pleasure.

They could even clearly feel that the sea was filled with a murderous aura. In the direction of the Sakura Empire, a sharp will to fight was brewing, as if it had crossed the ocean and was coming straight at them without the slightest concealment.

Every target.

Was pointed at them!

Even if war meant that pulling one thread would affect the whole body, and there would always be a spark to ignite it—it was impossible for things to escalate directly from the start!

But no one wanted to become that spark.

Yet by rational analysis and emotional judgment, the Eastern Dragon was the best target!

What could they do?

It was tragic... and painful!

Just like the history of the old world.

No one wanted this.

But...

They still were not strong enough!

Gambling their nation's fate was practically an innate racial talent of the Sakura Empire.

The whole world knew it.

They often went all in—everything! Either they had it all, or they had nothing!

That was the Sakura Empire.

Therefore.

For the Sakura Empire to pull back its entire front line and pay such a huge price, what it sought had to be something even more important.

Without profits several times, or even a dozen times greater,

who would be willing to take such a dangerous gamble?

Besides, they were not truly barefoot with nothing left. They were wealthier than many factions. Was this really necessary?

On the one hand, no one was particularly willing to believe that the Sakura Empire would dare launch an all-out war, making the entire world its enemy!

Because if they