The Mythologies had naturally given this matter no small amount of thought. But thought was thought—some problems could not be solved merely by thinking.
In fact, when they had first foreseen the coming apocalypse, they had considered integrating the human world.
However, back then, their ideas had been closer to a path of rising anew from the ruins. Extraordinary times called for extraordinary measures.
And the quickest path to rebirth was undoubtedly war!
Tear everything down and reshuffle the deck.
Such a method was naturally not easy either, but to those standing at the very pinnacle of human civilization, it was no great problem.
The Mythologies' individual combat power was simply too formidable. More importantly, they were not lone wolves. They wielded enormous influence across the world; indeed, many among the upper echelons were their own people.
Under such circumstances, if they truly set their minds on accomplishing something, they could certainly do it.
But if they did so, once war erupted, there would undoubtedly be enormous sacrifices. Countless people would lose their lives because of it.
In peacetime, such a thing was undoubtedly contrary to the Mythologies' interests.
Forcibly unifying the world—when all was said and done, the likeliest outcome would not be civilization flourishing as a result, but rather a long period needed for rest and recuperation.
But if it truly came to a moment of life or death, they naturally possessed the resolve for a great reshuffling.
Many times, it was not godlike opponents one had to fear, but pig-like teammates. Optimizing the organizational structure was exceedingly necessary.
As for the present, in essence, it was still a war—merely a war without smoke or flame. On one side stood Zhao Cheng; on the other stood more than half of the old world!
And from the very beginning,