Hearing the impassioned cries around him rise in response to his rallying call, Albert spread his arms, as though calmly embracing his impending death.
Today's speech was not merely a eulogy for humanity, but a bugle call for humanity to charge against an alien civilization! Its historical significance was unprecedented!
To receive such an honor, I, Albert, could die without regrets...
Yet just as Albert was losing himself in the satisfaction of leaving his name in history, a staff member suddenly ran over, drenched in sweat, and whispered something into his ear.
Then Albert's eyes slowly widened into perfect circles, and his expression began shifting through a spectacular range of emotions: shock, delight, disappointment, panic...
To sum it up... Are you fucking kidding me?
Although it was incredible news, Albert was no longer in any mood to celebrate.
Yes, the news from Area 13 had finally arrived. Unfortunately, under the control of a certain behind-the-scenes director, its timing was just a tiny bit late.
That tiny delay left Albert feeling as though he were being roasted over hot coals, suffering an inner torment no outsider could understand...
What the hell! I just announced that humanity was finished! Now you tell me the countdown has stopped? That we're safe? How am I supposed to explain this to the billions of people who've gotten swept up in the atmosphere and worked themselves into a frenzy?
I really can't pull off a turn this sharp! I'm going to crash...
On the verge of tears, Albert felt that staying alive truly required far too much courage...
He hesitated, then finally summoned every ounce of courage he had to keep living and brought his trembling lips close to the microphone.
People had long since noticed Albert's strange behavior. The crowd gradually quieted down, waiting to