The global livestream fell silent for a full half minute.
Not a single comment appeared.
Every emotion simmered under crushing restraint.
Suddenly, a dense flood of text swallowed the screen.
"Fake! It's all fake!"
"Dragon Country just survived the beast tide! We even killed the Sixth-Tier Venom Dragon! We won!"
"What gives you the right to judge us from on high? We're not ants!"
"..."
Comments scrolled furiously.
Fear and anger intertwined.
Western Alliance.
The Blond Commander slumped in his leather chair like a puddle of mud.
The nuclear weapons he was so proud of?
Before beings who could destroy continents and erase star systems on a whim, they were less than firecrackers.
"It's over..."
"The supremacy over Blue Star we fought tooth and nail for is just a game of scavenging scraps from a garbage heap to them."
Imperial Capital.
The Martial Arts Research Institute's conference room.
Dead silence.
Aside from the hum of equipment, not even breathing could be heard.
Elder Zhan stared fixedly at the holographic projection.
A researcher's fingers flew across a virtual keyboard.
He was taking notes.
Even if the visitor's words cut like knives, this was still the most precious intelligence Blue Star had ever gained about the universe!
In the corner.
Su Qingxue's face was drained of color, and even her legs felt weak.
"A dream..."
Su Qingxue bit her lip so hard she nearly drew blood.
The memories of her previous life that she had taken such pride in.
The confidence she had relied on to guide Dragon Country and turn the tide.
They were nothing but an illusory dream casually fabricated by a powerful being from the cosmos?
She had thought she was the one moving the pieces.
All along, she had merely been a tool with a program