Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost

Chapter 819 - 819: My Proposal—Who Agrees and Who Opposes?

The chaotic vortex formed by shattered space, with numerous corpses strewn across the ground, occasionally sliced by the chaotic vortex.Changsun Zhong's expression was calm, and he asked in a low voice, "Who agrees with my proposal, who opposes it?"

The gathered Monarchs were too timid to speak.

Today, they had just sent people to deal with Changsun Zhong, thinking everything would go smoothly. Unexpectedly, the other party directly imprisoned the Metahuman they sent, then captured them all in one fell swoop.

The other party seemed particularly lenient towards the Metahumans, but was ruthless towards ordinary people.

In reality, the Monarchs were mistaken. He was also lenient towards ordinary people, just not towards their group of high-level figures.

Metahumans could be used as combat power and could not be killed, whereas ordinary people knew nothing, and killing them would only add to the slaughter senselessly.

It was instead their high-level group that was different, possessing the ability to influence Changsun Zhong's plans, and even daring to secretly defect, which was why they faced his attacks.

More importantly, the Monarchs were not irreplaceable; they could be replaced merely by letting another group take over.

In such a vast world, there's truly no shortage of people.

"Impossible, you expect us to obey your..." A Monarch, seeing this, mustered the courage to speak.

However, before he could finish his words, he was swallowed whole by the chaotic vortex, his voice abruptly cut off.

"Alright, the dissenters are no more. Who else opposes?" Changsun Zhong casually dispatched the dissenter, not caring at all about the death of a high-ranking Monarch.

This left all the Monarchs stunned, as they never expected Changsun Zhong to actually dare to make a move against them. It was simply too crazy.

"You... how dare you..." a Monarch stammered in disbelief. Even SSS-level Metahumans dared not do such a thing, yet Changsun Zhong dared to defy such public condemnation and act.

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Changsun Zhong almost wanted to laugh. Why was it okay for them to deliver a fatal blow but not for him to retaliate?

The Monarchs relied on their status to create an upper-class privilege, completely disregarding the lives of those below. Through the accumulated legacy left by previous generations, they adopted the unique belief that "I can kill you, but it is your fault if you retaliate."

"There are thirty seconds left. I hope you seriously consider my proposal. I only need those who agree." Changsun Zhong naturally couldn't kill them all; his goal was to complete construction in a short time, not to create chaos.

There were only ten days left until Wang Linchi's Ascension, and desertification and high temperatures were becoming increasingly frightening. Now, nearly two-thirds of the world was being desertified. Fortunately, the desertification of life remained relatively slow, with most people still alive.

"I agree, I agree!"

Under Changsun Zhong's threat, a Monarch could not withstand the pressure and directly yielded.

In the face of a life-and-death crisis, maintaining one's principles is rare, especially for Monarchs, who are inclined to forsake greater ideals for minor profits. After witnessing previous consequences, they had no choice but to accept.

At this moment, Changsun Zhong realized why other entities in different timelines could so smoothly take over the entire regime if he had acted immediately, he could have taken control now too.

'Unfortunately, the conquest is dangerous, and the plans can easily go awry,' Changsun Zhong internally lamented; he knew why indeed.

Because the conquest had a fixed template, one or two attempts might work, but if the attempts became frequent, Wang Linchi could counter them.

They needed to counter Wang Linchi with unknown variables, not a fixed routine.

This was all hard-earned lessons; otherwise, why would they intentionally conceal their motives?

To deceive Wang Linchi, they first needed to deceive themselves. Though this might pit each Executor reversing the future against unexpected perils, it could ensure a glimmer of hope.

Without pursuing that hope, it would mean total annihilation, with only one Executor perishing in the attempt to reverse the future.

Wang Linchi's thoughts were a variable so massive that each entry into a timeline world would lead to unobservable quantum collapses, evolving various disasters influenced by environment, time, and so on.

The current world, a desertification disaster, resembled others but was not identical.

"As long as you agree, next, I need you to mobilize the forces of your nations to forge a weapon for me."

"A weapon powerful enough to obliterate that individual!"

"We have five days in total. Once completed, our matters will be settled."

"If we fail, I'll kill you directly to spare you the agony of destruction," Changsun Zhong bluntly threatened using the Monarchs' lives as leverage.

"We'll cooperate, we will definitely cooperate," the Monarchs agreed without hesitation. Though they held the highest authority in their countries, the nation's debt wasn't theirs.

After all, building the weapon didn't require them to personally spend money or exert effort. They were merely controlled by Changsun Zhong, utilizing their power to mobilize the nation's resources.

Essentially, they were just rubber-stamping puppet figures, though they had to handle inquiries from their nation's higher-ups.

The attendees were all powerful figures, so generally, no flaws would be easily detected.

But when Changsun Zhong released the objectives, the Monarchs' faces turned somewhat unsightly.

"The budget is substantial, but such massive procurement transactions can't be completed in just five days."

"Personnel mobilization is nearly a full activation, which is simply not achievable..."

"Moreover, it requires..."

The Monarchs didn't review the weapon's blueprint because they knew they wouldn't understand it, nor did they need to worry about the weapon; they needed to focus on the requirements they had to fulfill.

The Monarchs were self-serving rather than unable or cowardly; they possessed the requisite abilities, otherwise, how could they become a powerful Monarch instead of being sidelined?

Upon viewing Changsun Zhong's plan document, they immediately understood one thing: mobilization was the biggest issue. If mobilization succeeded, relying solely on this efficiency, the complete construction could be accomplished in two days at most.

But this was too far-fetched; such efficient mobilization isn't feasible now.

"It's possible," Changsun Zhong calmly replied. "This is no longer the past. With the desertification disaster so severe, tell them it represents hope."

"Those who want to live will come voluntarily."

Upon hearing Changsun Zhong's words, the Monarchs internally grumbled, unable to suppress themselves: 'Clearly, you caused the impact, yet you pin the blame on others.'

These words certainly couldn't be spoken or revealed.

"We'll do our best." The Monarchs didn't hold much hope for this; they knew of such solutions.

Achieving this would be nearly miraculous, and it's precisely because it would be a miracle that they doubted the likelihood of success. Something easily accomplished isn't a miracle.

"You just do your part, I'll handle the rest!" Changsun Zhong knew it was time for him to step up.

He had systematically studied how to incite, manipulate, and employ persuasive speeches. Although he didn't excel in this field, the current pre-apocalyptic order hadn't collapsed yet. As long as he offered a glimmer of life, there would always be someone to grasp it.

The content learned wasn't particularly proper, but it was effective, making it a primary means.

If used correctly, it's legitimate. Moreover, since the enemy's tactics are insidious and vile, to win, one has to be even more unscrupulous. Otherwise, why should they win over the opponent?

Especially when military force cannot match the opponent, other directions must be developed as breakthrough tactics.

"This... alright, we'll just issue orders. If the lower and middle tiers can't fulfill the tasks, even if you kill us, it won't change anything," the Monarchs said helplessly, preemptively making excuses.

"If you cooperate, yet my goal isn't reached, it's my fault," Changsun Zhong disdain to let others take the blame. In this moment, such blame-shifting is meaningless; when the world is at stake, failure renders responsibility a mere joke.

The premise for bearing responsibility is the existence of civilization and society. If they are destroyed, even if responsibility is desired, what meaning does it hold when everyone is dead?

The Monarchs exchanged glances, momentarily puzzled about what Changsun Zhong was plotting. Did he really believe he was countering Wang Linchi?

Or was there some hidden agenda in this matter?

For a moment, they developed some doubt about Wang Linchi's statements, although not wholly swayed.

The fact was Changsun Zhong's speech was too earnest, giving them a sense of disorientation.