"He loves you!!!"
Several Skrulls near the front row dropped to their knees and shouted at the top of their lungs.
Then came the second row, the third row...
Like falling dominoes, thousands of Skrulls knelt one after another on the cold metal floor and began shouting.
"He loves you!!!"
"He loves you!!!"
Deafening roars erupted throughout the hall. This was not mere slogan-following, but fervor from the depths of their hearts.
Even many of the Skrulls' senior managers and Gravik's trusted aides were "infected" by this fervor. They too knelt and shouted the slogan.
Gravik held the scorching tablet, his palm somewhat stiff.
"What is going on..." He was secretly stunned. This was definitely not part of the script he had arranged.
Could this thing he had treated as a broken stone truly possess a miracle?
He immediately dismissed the absurd thought.
Gravik quickly convinced himself.
"There must be some unknown ancient Skrull technology hidden within this tablet. It may be a brainwave resonance device, or perhaps an ancient relic capable of emitting frequencies that disrupt the mind."
"My father must not have known how to activate it. That intense mental resonance among thousands of people just now accidentally triggered the energy circuits inside it."
Going with the flow, he raised the tablet high and answered the fanatical roars below the stage.
The Skrulls' unity returned to its peak at that moment.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Some of the changes over those three days gave Gravik an unreal feeling.
Ever since that underground gathering, many of his senior commanders and elite agents seemed to have suddenly had their potential unlocked.
They became exceptionally efficient in handling missions and work.
At that moment, Gravik's right-hand man and absolute adjutant, Pagon, hurried in, unable to