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Chapter 419: Reaching Out

"Lunatic... you're just spouting nonsense!" Having been isolated from human society for several years, Min Tian Ci, completely unaware of the drastic changes that had occurred in the outside world, subconsciously dismissed it as utter fabrication.

Anyone hearing such a statement just a few years ago would likely have shared his opinion, deeming the speaker to be purely boasting.

He couldn't imagine what kind of heinous acts a person would have to commit to genuinely attract the hatred of a billion people.

Unless, like the Sea Race's attacks years ago, dozens of major cities were nuked into oblivion, leading to hundreds of millions of deaths, only then, amplified by the network of human relationships, could such a colossal amount of hatred accumulate.

However, that was animosity directed at an adversarial race of countless beings; hatred aimed at a single individual fundamentally differed from that.

If a thousand people point a finger, one perishes without illness, let alone the hatred of a billion beings...

Yet, even as Min Tian Ci continued to speak, Bai Mo seemed unfazed by the dust before him, merely creating a "small snowfall" over his head with a casual wave and slipping a system terminal into his hand.

His appearance was akin to an ordinary person, idly squatting down to gently prod an ant with a finger; as for what the ant thought, or whether it might accidentally be crushed, who would care?

"The Land of White declares that the Big Four Mystical Realms and all mutated creatures within them will come under our complete management. We hereby demand all nations cease any entry actions, otherwise, it will be considered a signal requesting to join the Land of White, and we will dispatch special personnel to install system terminals for local residents free of charge..."

The Big Four Mystical Realms had always been the most crucial source of wild spirit materials on Earth, and the Land of White's unilateral declaration of full takeover was undoubtedly a provocation to the major powers that had long regarded these realms as their private treasuries.

As for the latter half of the statement, it was nothing short of thuggish diplomatic rhetoric, essentially conveying the message: "If you don't submit, we'll beat you until you do."

"His reach is far too long! What can this lunatic do to us across an entire Pacific Ocean?!"

"This is intolerable!"

...

At the Latin Alliance's high-level meeting, many individuals were seething with rage.

As the very foundation of the alliance's existence, the Amazon Secret Realm was the most crucial asset allowing this relatively backward nation to contend with the American Federation, a country that surpassed them by nine streets in technology and economy.

Such a declaration from the Land of White was undoubtedly pushing them toward a dead end. Without the support of the secret realm's resources, the Latin Alliance, which harbored a blood feud with the American Federation, would see its survival time begin to count down.

"Gentlemen, please mind your words; we cannot allow him to notice." The old man seated in the middle, maintaining order in the meeting, would use his deep voice every few minutes to remind the increasingly agitated councillors.

After hundreds of people had inexplicably died for merely cursing the other party, nearly everyone had learned a crucial truth with their lives:

Bai Mo definitely possessed a similar ability—he could sense anyone who mentioned anything related to him...

Thus, when discussing matters now, they would usually first run through a round of careful wording in their minds, ensuring no secrets were leaked.

Because even drafts written on paper could attract Bai Mo's attention, forcing them to learn to think before they spoke.

"I'd like to see how he manages it..." Many held this 'wait and see' attitude.

Managing an uninhabitable exclave across the entire Pacific Ocean was utterly unrealistic; effective governance was destined to exist in name only.

"Could it be that he can make the beasts inside obediently follow orders?"

"Isn't he the Beast Overlord? Playing with cats and dogs is his talent, isn't it..." Some unconcerned officials even joked about the Land of White's amnesty law, enacted half a year prior, which granted certain pets equal status with humans.

"Granting cats equal rights with humans—he's beyond saving."

"If not for that, how else could such a monstrous system have been created?"

...

"Ahem, ahem, please mind your phrasing." The old man lightly tapped the hammer in his hand, once again reminding everyone to be careful.

As the meeting continued, the topic gradually veered off course, shifting from its initial discussion of countermeasures to a hackneyed critique of the Land of White.

Since the Land of White's system began operating, various criticisms had never ceased. Its infringement on private property and personal freedom was even considered the "White Terror" of the new era.

The propaganda machine's consistent points of attack had also primarily focused on these aspects.

"Humans are born with the right to choose."

"Private property is sacred and inviolable."

Even persistent procrastination or frequent abandonment of tasks were considered human choices; even if one languished forever at the bottom of society as a result, that was still a respect for freedom... processual justice outweighed consequential justice.

"What a truly pathetic bunch," Leon, seated in a corner, coldly watched the performance of these self-deluding officials within the Latin Alliance, suddenly finding them rather lamentable.

After inheriting a super-chip from an unknown civilization through his father's legacy, Leon's path as a mage encountered almost no real obstacles.

In just a few short years, he had blazed a bloody trail, rising from a poor country boy to a fifth-tier elder at the core of the alliance, treading over the bones of countless challengers.

However, the deeper Leon understood the Latin Alliance, the less optimistic he became about its future.

Corruption permeated every corner, from top to bottom, without exception.

Local factions were rampant, with so-called 'Witch Kings' acting independently, a scattered mess.

If not for their archenemy, the American Federation, contracting its forces and preparing more extensively to confront the Land of White, unwilling to start a war and squander precious high-tier combat power, whether the alliance could even survive would be an unknown.

"Under that man's absolute dominance, these useless individuals don't even dare to utter a single word against him personally; they can only criticize the system from the sidelines to indirectly vent their inner dissatisfaction."

"There's no point staying in this country that's doomed to fail sooner or later. Perhaps it's time to go to the American Federation and find you, Chris Ding." Leon had already made up his mind to leave.

After entering the circle of high-tier superhumans, the first thing he did was investigate the goddess who had left an unforgettable impression on him.

The high-level circle was so small that Leon didn't take much effort to uncover Chris Ding's identity. He then decided to declare his feelings only after he had become stronger than her...

Back then, the disparity in their power had made her unapproachable, leaving him with only beautiful memories. This time, he would not let regret repeat itself!

"The Secret Realm Forest's protective energy field completely dissipated half an hour ago!" The official in charge of intelligence rushed into the conference room, interrupting the meeting that had almost devolved into a marketplace.