A Single Sentence

"It's over."

Zhou Mingyuan paused, then added, "It ended two months ago. Now, whenever the Dominator conducts regional scans, there are no zombie responses anywhere in the world."

"Thanks for the effort," An Yang said indifferently.

"It wasn't hard for me. I wasn't fighting, after all." Zhou Mingyuan spoke jokingly. "It was all thanks to the soldiers. And we also owe a great deal to Your Majesty for providing the Transformers. They played a major role in wiping out the zombies and greatly reduced the pressure on the Imperial military's soldiers."

"Mm." An Yang nodded and casually sat down in a chair. "Now that the war is over, what comes next?"

He had his guards bring another chair for Zhou Mingyuan. Zhou Mingyuan accepted it nervously and sat across from him with a desk between them before saying, "While clearing out the zombies, we continuously demonstrated our military strength to the survivors of the Western Hemisphere. We also kept publicizing the Empire's greatness, justice, prosperity, and strength. This policy has been very effective."

He paused and licked his cracked lips. "Basically, once we conquered an area, its survivors submitted to the Empire and became overwhelmingly grateful to it. They stayed peacefully in the cities without zombies, waiting for the Defense Department and civil-affairs officials to take over. Over the past two months, cases of unrest have been extremely rare."

"Extremely rare? So there were still some?" An Yang poured Zhou Mingyuan a cup of tea, paying no attention to their different statuses.

"Yes." Zhou Mingyuan bowed and accepted the tea, taking a small sip without becoming particularly agitated. "The Great Calamity happened six or seven years ago. After enduring the apocalypse for so many years, even the best psychologist couldn't fathom the extent to which people's minds had become twisted.