"Lord Qilin Marshal, can we really go to the New World?" Below the platform, a hesitant, trembling voice suddenly rose from the crowd, filled with fear, but also hope.
It belonged to a soldier with bandaged hands. A battle-hardened warrior, he had faced death several times. He feared neither war nor hardship, and he was willing to sacrifice himself.
Because he knew everything he did was for the survival of humanity in North Mang, to protect his home.
But faced with the New World Lu Chen described, he... wavered.
Countless strange looks focused on his face, making the young soldier blush. Yet he steeled himself and raised his head to look at the old man on the platform.
Lu Chen smiled faintly, his voice gentle, carrying a magic that soothed people's hearts, like a kindly elder from next door.
"Yes, child. You can go to the New World. Everyone can, as long as... you are willing."
An excited flush spread across the young soldier's face. He nodded vigorously. Though he said nothing, his smile, filled with hope for happiness, deeply affected the others.
That smile spread through the crowd like a virus.
Lu Chen smiled in satisfaction. He turned toward his teacher, who sat on the highest throne with the indifference of a god, his gaze calm.
"Teacher... do you see? This is their own choice. This is what the people want.
Reality has proven that I was right!"
Those calm words made all the other kings pale. Nervous or anxious, they turned toward the Black King.
The situation could not have been worse!
If the Black King could not win the people's hearts, this war would be lost before it even began.
Was this the Qilin Marshal?
At that moment, they felt like frogs at the bottom of a