Across the global internet, netizens cried out in shock.
On the screen, Gravik looked coldly down at the camera.
"I am Gravik, supreme leader of the Skrull Empire, and the true master of this so-called Human Federation of yours."
He openly admitted his identity, completely shattering the unrealistic fantasies still held by the last humans who refused to believe it.
"Long ago, we crossed the sea of stars and came to this planet."
Gravik put on a regretful expression.
"We originally came with peaceful intentions, with the grand vision of developing and prospering alongside humanity."
"We could have helped you advance your technology and led you into an interstellar civilization."
"Unfortunately..." Gravik's gaze gradually turned icy. "You humans are too narrow-minded, too foolish. You cannot comprehend our greatness, and you repaid our gifts with riots and suspicion."
"Since your brains cannot comprehend the goodwill we brought, I have no choice but to use the only language you can understand—the purest form of power—to make you understand..."
"...just what an insurmountable gulf exists between you lowly creatures and the great Skrull civilization!"
Gravik stepped directly in front of the camera, his lips spreading into an utterly arrogant smile.
"Don't you enjoy playing heroes? Then I'll give you a chance..."
"Humans, listen closely."
"I want to play a game with you."
He raised a hand and pointed beyond the screen at the billions of viewers.
"You may call it... the Skrull Game!"
"On that independent continent in the Southern Hemisphere, I picked a fine location."
"Australia, the Nullarbor Plain. It is empty enough, perfect as a graveyard for burying all of humanity's hopes."
Gravik's voice was flippant and arrogant.
"I built an arena there."
"The rules of the game are simple. I will wait for you in that arena."
"You may try