A week later.
"Dragon Kingdom News Agency reports: the Federation's Capital suffered a sudden attack by the Transformed a week ago."
"The Federation's million residents fought valiantly, battling to the death for days, but in the end... the city fell, and its people perished."
"Heads of state from various countries expressed their profound condolences. Through their tenacious resistance, the Federation's residents composed an anthem to the bravery of the human race."
"Our Dragon Kingdom's Marshal Guan called on humanity to establish a Human Race Alliance, resist the Transformed together, and strive for the great rejuvenation of the human race."
News outlets across the world raced to report the Federation's tragic fate.
The thousand-year-old city had been razed to the ground.
The once-prosperous Sun Never Sets had become a wasteland.
Corpses stretched as far as the eye could see.
Unexpectedly, every country's news outlets insisted that the Transformed had caused the tragedy.
But... after the city fell, no one paid any attention to the Transformed's whereabouts.
On the special train home.
Little White Tiger lay at an angle in Xiao Yuan's arms, eyes half-closed, yawning as he listened to the news. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he chuckled softly. "Once I succeed, learned scholars will come forward to argue my case."
"What else could they do?" Old Ninth held a children's book, studying its illustrations with great interest. "They're terrified of getting caught up in the Transformed's attacks... better someone else dies than them."
These alien races couldn't care less whether the Federation survived. They only worried that Old Ninth's slaughter would spread to their own countries.
"I heard the Alliance called Marshal Guan. Apparently, they said... now that the Transformed attacked the Federation, they couldn't attack the Alliance too."
Mr. Li pushed up his glasses, a cold