Elsewhere, after seeing the news, the races of Terra argued even more fiercely.
"What does the Kona Civilization have to do with us? The Demon Clan hasn't attacked my tribe."
"You're saying that too soon. If Great Xia loses in Kona, the Demon Clan will have another main army available. The next city they raze could be your home."
"We've long been in the same boat! The hull is leaking, yet everyone's still arguing over who should bail first..."
Some martial artists who had yet to reach the third order sighed at the registration page.
"So close, so close! I still haven't broken through to the third order!"
"I'm third order, but I'm a mage. Why can't I go? My body's strong too."
"You strained your back moving two crates of artillery shells last time. Don't you have any damn self-awareness?"
What even more people envied, however, was the provision for family members that came with the mission.
After the Kindling Plan participants from the various races entered Great Xia, their food, clothing, housing, transportation, healthcare, education, and entertainment had long made Terra's races green with envy.
Those who had once lived in slums and wilderness tribes, in particular, all understood what that meant.
"If I had third-order strength, I'd sign up even if it cost me my life."
"As long as my family can enter Great Xia, dying at a Demon God's hands would be worth it."
"Let me think some more. I haven't lived enough yet. Thirty million sounds great, but I don't want to meet the Goddess of Nature just yet."
"I'm old. I've lived enough. Nobody fight me for this spot!"
The Half-Orc Clan's response was the most direct.
Most half-orcs possessed third-order strength upon reaching adulthood, so their comments quickly flooded the screen.
"I'll go!