The small conference room was silent.
Everyone fell into silence.
That was right. Elder Tsukiyo was right. Their only hope of survival was to occupy that "safe" land, just as it had been long ago—or rather, in every era.
The people of the China War Zone could hardly understand their feelings.
As an island nation frequently struck by all kinds of disasters, their longing for a vast continent was practically etched into their bones. The plains and mountains and seas that the Survivors of China took for granted, and had even grown tired of looking at, were the safest harbor in their eyes—a paradise they treasured above all else.
Whenever earthquakes, tsunamis, and storms raged, how they wished for a continent where they could take shelter.
They were like ants living on a leaf. Any disaster could lead to the disappearance of their entire nation. Take the Meme and Supernatural Events that had devoured the whole country—what did they amount to in the China War Zone? They had only devoured a few thousand kilometers. In that country, that probably was not even as large as a few subordinate War Zones!
If they had such vast territory too, where could they not hide? How could they have come so close to national extinction!?
That was the sorrow of a small country. Their living space was not even as large as the land others did not want!
Because of this, they were nearly driven mad with envy of the China War Zone. They hated the heavens. Why was it not they who occupied that land? With the excellence of their own people, how could they have ended up reduced to being someone else's dogs!?
After a long silence, a Third Order Awakener hesitantly asked:
"Your Excellency Shinichi, I know you're right. But