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Chapter 400 Federal Emergency Live Broadcast! (Please vote with monthly tickets!~)

It is now December 2025.

The chill of winter had already seeped into the very marrow of the Federation.

In fact, it started as early as the beginning of the year.

The federal government has already been making various preparations for revealing the truth.

It's simply because the parliament is divided on the issue.

The record that was prepared long ago has never been actually implemented.

Of course, with the end of the Arctic war and the imminent full arrival of the spirits and deities, some things cannot be completely concealed.

No matter how much the federal government and the controlled, coerced media try to cover it up.

Various rumors, doubts, and curiosities among the people gradually increased and became increasingly uncontrollable.

this year.

In almost every university in the world.

Clubs related to the extraordinary are the most popular and sought-after.

Qingjian University.

At this moment, deep inside the boys' dormitory building, in a slightly messy six-person room.

The atmosphere was somewhat depressing.

The air was filled with the smells of instant noodle seasoning packets, sweat, and the burnt smell unique to electronic device heat sinks.

In the center of the room, at the only relatively tidy desk.

Five young people were crowding around.

They were all members of the Extraordinary Club at Qingjian University.

To be more precise, it should be called a supernatural ability club.

Their eyes were fixed intently on the screen in front of them.

The cold light from the screen illuminated the young faces, which were filled with surprise and tension.

Fine beads of sweat even seeped out from both sides of his cheeks.

The screen did not display any popular games or entertainment forums.

Instead, it's a website with a rough interface and a dark color scheme.

At this moment, a scarlet countdown is constantly ticking on the forum's homepage.

Below are rows of posts that are constantly being refreshed.

[Urgent Recruitment! All free time, come quickly! Dream Spring City is recruiting a large number of followers of the Cult, generous compensation!]

[Protect your home, protect your loved ones! The Lingxiang City First Chamber of Commerce is expanding its recruitment and urgently needs Tier 2 or higher Divine Cult members (Water and Earth types preferred) to participate in nighttime patrols and defense of the city. Excellent benefits are offered, and death benefits are triple the highest federal standard. Interested parties please send a private message for details!]

[Seeking advice! After the countdown ends, which city within the Federation is the safest? I'm a newbie at Tier 1, feeling like my life is hanging by a thread, and I just want to find a safe place to survive! A generous reward will be offered for reliable information!]

……

The posts were refreshed one by one.

They recognized every single word.

But when put together, it's incomprehensible.

"Damn it!" A burly guy with a buzz cut couldn't help but swear, his voice hoarse.

"Is this definitely not some kind of gaming forum?"

His name is Zhang Meng, a key member of the supernatural society, and he has a straightforward personality.

At that moment, I felt a surge of anger rising within me.

Instinctively resisting the information displayed on the screen.

"It's not a game."

Another boy, Chen Yu, who wore black-rimmed glasses and looked more refined, pushed up his glasses and frowned.

My fingertips tapped the table unconsciously.

"Have you forgotten about the latest movie? The monsters in it are also called 'Death Ghosts,' and you see many of these posts were made before the movie was released."

So, everything in the movie is real?

Li Feng, a tall, thin man leaning against the bed frame, his face pale, spoke with a trembling voice.

He swallowed unconsciously.

The grotesque, terrifying, bloodthirsty, and brutal images of the monsters in the recent global phenomenon, Breaking Dawn: Oath of the Ice Age, have long been deeply imprinted in his mind.

All eyes instantly focused on the person sitting in the only chair in front of the computer.

Zhao Zhe, the president of the school's Extraordinary Phenomena Research Club.

He was staring intently at the screen, his lips pressed into a straight line.

My fingers scrolled impatiently along the mouse wheel.

Seems to be looking for something.

Zhao Zhe did not answer Li Feng's question immediately.

His breathing was a little rapid, and his forehead was also beaded with sweat.

After a few seconds of silence, he opened a new webpage tab.

The page loads and displays several high-resolution images.

He moved the mouse and clicked on the largest one.

Enlarge it to fill the entire screen.

The background of the picture is a city street late at night, with neon signs flashing with a blurry halo at the edge of the image.

But what dominates the picture is the vast sky overhead, completely dyed ice blue.

It was as if the entire night sky had been replaced by some kind of giant luminous crystal.

The light was so intense that it illuminated the city buildings, streets, and even parked vehicles below in perfect detail, as if it were daytime!
"Hiss!" Zhang Meng gasped, pointing at the screen.

"Isn't this the screenshot from the finale of Dawn of the Great Empire, when Luo Shen sacrificed herself to unleash her ultimate attack? It's exactly the same! Even the texture of that icy blue aura is identical!"

He suddenly stopped because the watermark in the lower right corner of the image clearly indicated it.

【诺顿市·城东区·2025年12月5日·凌晨1:07】。

The date was just a few days ago.

Before the premiere of Breaking Dawn!?
"screenshot?"

Zhao Zhe's voice was low and tense, carrying a suppressed excitement and fear.

"Take a look at this one!"

He then opened another video file.

The video footage was shaky, accompanied by heavy breathing and the roar of a vehicle engine.

The camera first pans across the terrified faces inside the car, then abruptly turns to the outside of the window.

It was the same night sky, completely bathed in icy blue light.

The light flowed and burned behind the clouds as if it were alive.

A terrified male voice with a heavy local accent rang out off-screen, trembling with tears: "My God! What is this thing?! How did it suddenly get so bright?! Is this the end of the world?! Quick, take a picture! Take a picture!"

The video is very short, only a dozen seconds long.

It ended abruptly amidst the photographer's frantic attempts to film and increasingly terrified screams.

Dead silence.

The only sounds in the dormitory were the buzzing of the computer fans and the heavy, suppressed breathing of the five young men.

That real photo of Norton and this shaky video.

It shattered their last shred of hope.

The devastating, icy blue light from the movie actually appeared in the Arctic sky.

This is no coincidence.

It's not a movie special effects advertisement either.

"So," Li Feng's voice trembled violently, his face ashen, "those man-eating monsters, those people who could fly and escape from the sky, those sacrifices in that movie, were they all real?"

Zhang Meng opened his mouth, wanting to refute, wanting to call it absurd.

But looking at the realistic ice-blue sky on the screen, my throat felt blocked, and I couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Yu took off his glasses, rubbed his temples hard, and looked more solemn and bewildered than ever before.

They share common interests.

Thus, they joined the same club.

He usually studies paranormal phenomena, just to gamble on that one in a million chance.

What if he really did have superpowers?

What if there really are things in this world that they don't know about?

With this thought.

They had a lot of fun and were very excited about their research.

But in the past, all I got in return was disappointment.

And now.
They found it.

However, their feelings upon finding it were not as excited as they had imagined.
Rather, it was heavy.

Because if what happens in the movie is true.

That explains the state of the world.

The outlook is not very optimistic.

Zhao Zhe leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

Calm your racing heart.

He was about to say something, breaking the silence.
"boom!!!"

The dormitory's not-so-sturdy wooden door was violently slammed open from the outside with almost brute force.

A sweaty, panting boy rushed in; it was Liu Kai, the vice president of the Extraordinary Club.

His face was flushed, and his chest heaved violently, clearly from running there. He could barely speak, only pointing out the door and shouting breathlessly, "Minister, quick! Go to the Federal website, an emergency live broadcast for everyone has started, about...about that movie!!"

Everyone was taken aback.

He then quickly turned his head away.

Zhao Zhe reacted the fastest, turning around to operate the computer.

Zhang Meng, Chen Yu, and the others, disregarding their shock, all rushed over.

The small screen was once again crammed full of people.

Zhao Zhe's trembling fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, quickly typing in the address of the federal government's official website.

The page refreshed, revealing the homepage that was usually filled with various policy news and announcements.

At this moment, it was replaced by a live stream window that occupied almost the entire screen.

The image in the window was still a bit shaky and blurry, as if the live stream had just started and was still in the testing phase.

The background is a brightly lit, formally decorated hall, where you can clearly see a large group of people sitting below, all of them reporters with serious expressions and carrying long lenses and cameras.

Countless flashes of light, like a dense cluster of stars, rose and fell in a frenzy.

The empty podium in front of him was illuminated brightly.

"It really is a federal live stream!"

Chen Yu gasped, his voice filled with disbelief and tension.

"A top-level press conference hall, all the mainstream media are here, this level of protocol is unprecedented!"

"About the movie?"

Liu Kai finally caught his breath, squeezed in front of the screen, and eagerly added.

"On my way here, I heard an urgent announcement on the radio saying there was a major announcement regarding the authenticity of Dawn of the Ice Age! Look! Someone's coming out!"

As if to confirm his words, the live stream camera slightly adjusted its focus.

It has become clearer and more stable.

Meanwhile, there was a heavy double door on the side of the podium.

They were slowly pulled apart by two staff members dressed in black suits with solemn expressions.

A figure walked out of the passage behind the door at a leisurely pace.

There were no crisp military uniforms, no sashes symbolizing power, and no entourage of followers.

He was just an old man.

He was wearing a faded, dark blue cotton-padded jacket with worn cuffs.

He was an ordinary old man with gray and somewhat disheveled hair, wearing a pair of old black cloth shoes with a little dust on his feet, and his face was etched with the marks of time.

He was slightly hunched over, his hands habitually tucked into the sleeves of his cotton-padded jacket.

He walked steadily toward the podium, which was bathed in countless spotlights.

His appearance created a stark, almost absurd, visual contrast between the solemn and dignified press conference hall, which symbolized the highest power of the federal government, and the suited, tense reporters below.

The entire hall fell silent for a moment.

All that remained was the frantic clicking of the camera shutter.

As the old man walked to the podium, he seemed momentarily blinded by the glaring lights and the dense array of cameras. He subconsciously squinted and raised his hand to shade his forehead, a gesture as natural as an old farmer returning from the fields.

He leaned closer to the microphone fixed on the podium, gently patted it, and tested the sound.

"Hello? Hello?"

An elderly voice with a distinct local accent was clearly transmitted throughout the hall via microphone.

It is also instantly transmitted to the screens of thousands of households across the country via network signals.

"Yes, there's a sound now."

He lowered his hand and looked around at the sea of ​​reporters and those dark cameras below the stage.

A kind, honest smile appeared on his face.

They seemed quite unaccustomed to facing such a large scene.

"Good evening, fellow journalists, and our fellow villagers watching on television, using computers, or on their mobile phones."

His opening remarks were as simple as chatting with someone in a village.

"My name is Hong Qitian."

He paused, seemingly feeling the name lacked weight, and added, "He's just a country person, grew up in the countryside, farmed, um, a lot of land."

A murmur of barely suppressed gasps and murmurs erupted from the audience.

A globally watched federal emergency livestream.

The spokesperson's first sentence was a self-introduction that he was from a rural area.

He even claims to have farmed?
In the dormitory, Zhang Meng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "Holy crap, who's this old man? Does the Federation have no one else? Sending up this old man? Is this a live broadcast?! Are you kidding me?!"

Zhao Zhe and Chen Yu stared intently at the screen, their hearts pounding.

Their intuition told them that this seemingly ordinary old man...

It's definitely not simple!
Hong Qitian seemed completely oblivious to the reactions from the audience.

He rubbed his calloused hands, and the slightly embarrassed smile on his face became more pronounced: "Well, it's the first time I've faced so many people and so many glittering cameras. I'm a little nervous and my heart is pounding."

"If I say anything wrong or not well later, please forgive me! I'm getting old, and my tongue isn't as nimble as it used to be."

This is a simple, even somewhat humble, confession.

While leaving countless ordinary people watching the live stream bewildered, they also inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.

This is not the image of the high-ranking and incomparably dignified federal officials that they had imagined.

The gap is just too big.

However, Hong Qitian changed the subject, his smile fading slightly. His tone remained calm, but carried an indescribable weight: "Of course, besides farming, this old man has a few other identities. Well, the first one is the head of the Federation Martial Arts School. All the martial arts schools, big and small, in the entire Federation are under my management."

Martial arts school? Headmaster?
This identity surprised many people.

There are indeed quite a few federal martial arts schools.

Many people have never practiced martial arts, but they have heard of them.

But the curator doesn't seem to be some kind of earth-shattering figure, does he?

"And your second identity?"

Hong Qitian held up two fingers as if counting, "I also have a nominal position in the Federal Military Department, so I guess you could say I'm a minister."

If what I just experienced was only a minor surprise...

The title of Federal Military Minister carries considerable weight.

The entire press conference room erupted in chaos.

The reporters could no longer remain composed; countless questions flooded the stage, and the flashes of the cameras created a blinding white light.

Federal Military Minister?!
What a powerful position this is! Controlling all of the Federation's military forces!

The old man in the old cotton-padded coat who claimed to have farmed was actually the Supreme Commander of the Federal Army?!

This completely overturned everyone's cognition.

Because the federal military has always been very secretive.

The tasks requiring public appearances are all handled by the deputy minister.

The live stream chat exploded instantly:
【? ? ? 】

What did I just hear? The Minister of the Army?!

[Is this old man the Minister of the Army?! My worldview is shattered!]

[A script! This must be a script! Is the Federation filming some kind of absurd comedy?!]

Is today not April Fool's Day?!

In the dormitory, Zhang Meng's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Chen Yu stared intently behind his glasses at Hong Qitian's wrinkled yet unusually calm face.

Zhao Zhe felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

I sensed that some earth-shattering truth was about to be revealed.

Hong Qitian ignored the commotion from the audience and the frenzy online. He even slightly raised his hand and pressed it down to signal everyone to be quiet.

Strangely enough, his movements were not dignified at all.

However, this calmed down the heated atmosphere at the scene and online somewhat.

He waited a few seconds, until the noise subsided, before leaning closer to the microphone again and uttering his third sentence of the night—a sentence powerful enough to plunge the world into utter madness and deathly silence:

"Oh, right, there's also a part-time job."

Hong Qitian spoke in a flat tone, as if he were saying that he had noodles for dinner.

"At the same time, I also serve as the commander-in-chief of all federal operations against the Ghost of Fate."

Ghostly Fate!

He used the simplest and most unadorned tone to casually convey these two words to the world.

The entire press conference room fell into absolute silence.

The expressions on all the reporters' faces froze.

Shock, bewilderment, disbelief
The sound of the camera shutter also mysteriously disappeared.

Only countless blank stares.

The focus was on the old man in the old cotton-padded coat on the podium.

On the internet, the frenzied barrage of comments momentarily went silent.

It was as if the entire federal internet had been frozen by those two words.

Inside the dormitory, Zhao Zhe and his four companions were frozen in place.

My mind goes blank.

After a brief silence came a massive uproar.

The reporters on the scene completely lost control.

The number of online bullet comments has exploded exponentially.

Hong Qitian seemed to have anticipated this reaction.

He remained standing there calmly, even tilting his head slightly, as if listening to the global uproar.

After a few seconds, he raised his hand again and gently tapped the microphone.

"Tuk, duh."

The crisp tapping sound carried throughout the venue through the loudspeakers.

“Yes, you heard me right.” Hong Qitian spoke again, his voice clearly drowning out the remaining noise, “I am the commander-in-chief of all actions taken by the Federation against the Ghost of Fate.”

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the shocked faces below the stage.

The final image focuses on the camera directly in front of us.

It was as if it had pierced through the lens and was looking directly at everyone in front of the screen.

"Here, I would like to announce something important to all citizens of the Federation."

His voice suddenly became incredibly clear:

"The film, Breaking Dawn: Oath of the Ice Age, will be released worldwide on December 6, 2025."

Hong Qitian paused slightly.

It seems to be giving everyone time to prepare mentally.

"Everything shown inside, every scene—whether it's the icy battlefield, the army of demons, the warriors fighting valiantly, or the protagonist Fang Qingyu and the goddess Luo who ultimately sacrificed herself."

His voice was steady and powerful, leaving no room for doubt.

"All of these were filmed and recorded under real conditions!"

To be precise.

Hong Qitian took a deep breath, his eyes blazing.

He dropped this bomb, word by word, a bomb powerful enough to shatter the entire facade of peace:
"It is not a fictional film."

"It is just a documentary that has been simply edited."

……

"boom!!!"

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause at that moment.

Then it was instantly thrown into the boiling oil.

The live stream page on the federal government's official website completely crashed the moment Hong Qitian finished speaking.

It's not due to a technical malfunction.

Rather, it's because the influx of information at the same time is simply too overwhelming.

Countless question marks, exclamation marks, impossible! Am I crazy or has the world gone mad?! Ahh ...
Similar symbols and text flashed wildly at the edges of the screen.

The press conference hall descended into complete chaos.

The reporters completely abandoned their professional ethics, jumped up from their seats, and rushed to the podium without regard for anything else.

Countless hands were raised high, and countless questions bombarded Hong Qitian on the podium.

"Minister Hong! Are you telling the truth? That movie is a documentary?!"

"Do ghosts really exist?! Monsters like those in the movies that eat people?!"

"Who is Luo Shen? Did she really sacrifice herself?! The Arctic battlefield is real?!"

"What about Fang Qingyu? Was that guy with the horns on his forehead real? Was he really human?!"

"How long has the Federation kept this from us?! Why are they only telling us now?!"

"This is deception! This is a betrayal of all citizens!!"

The flashes of light created a blinding curtain of light.

The light reflected off Hong Qitian's calm face, making it appear as if it were constantly shifting between light and shadow.

The human wall of security personnel was shaken to the point of collapse by the impact.

However, Hong Qitian remained a pillar of strength.

He didn't even frown, just squinted slightly, seemingly unaccustomed to the wildly flashing bright lights.

His hands were still tucked into the sleeves of his old cotton-padded jacket.

His figure even appeared somewhat hunched.

But the invisible composure he exuded allowed him to remain unmoved amidst the raging tide.

He waited patiently, as if enjoying the chaos he had caused.

The cheers from the audience subsided briefly due to their excitement and lack of oxygen.

He then moved closer to the microphone again.

This time, he did not try to appease.

Rather, it's like stating a given fact under a tree at the village entrance:

"I know this news is a huge shock to everyone. Unbelievable, right?"

He smiled slightly.

"But on behalf of the federal government and in my own name, Hung Chi-tien, I hereby solemnly declare."

His voice suddenly rose, becoming resolute:
"In this world, beyond us humans, in the darkness where sunlight cannot fully illuminate, in dimensions beyond the everyday perception of ordinary people..."

Hong Qitian looked directly at the camera.

"Deadly ghosts, those things you see in movies, those things called monsters, they have always existed."

"They feed on human flesh and souls. Their existence is one of the greatest threats that our Federation has fought against for hundreds of years and even longer, with countless warriors sacrificing their lives."

In the press conference room, the reporters who rushed toward the podium were held back in place.

The madness on his face was replaced by extreme horror and bewilderment.

Hong Qitian did not pause, and continued to announce even more shocking facts:

"And what Dawn: Oath of the Icefield records is a decisive battle fought a few days ago on our Federation's Arctic front, between the Federation's elite legion led by Colonel Fang Qingyu and the main force of the Ghosts entrenched in the Bone King's Court!"

"Our soldiers, in the freezing cold, with their flesh and blood, with their iron will, with countless heroic sacrifices, finally..."

Hong Qitian emphasized, word by word:

"We have won a great victory in this battle and completely annihilated the main force of the Ghost Army entrenched in the Arctic!"

"Colonel Fang Qingyu, along with his Dawn Legion and countless nameless heroes, used their blood and lives to tear away the darkness that shrouded the Arctic for our Federation and for the entire human race. This victory is of great significance!"

Then, Hong Qitian didn't rush to say anything more.

Instead, he deliberately remained silent for more than ten seconds.

It seems like we need to give viewers time to process what's happening.

The reporters were also helped back to their chairs.

Order seemed to have been restored at the scene.

However at this moment
The whole world, in countless places, is still buzzing with noise.

Whether it's on the street or in a square, wherever there's a large screen broadcasting live.

Countless people are standing here at this moment.

There were many discussions.

After a dozen seconds, Hong Qitian smiled and continued, "I know that after I announce this news tonight, some people will definitely ask why I'm only telling you now, why I didn't inform you before, and why I've been keeping it a secret since I have superpowers. To answer these questions..."

At this point, Hong Qitian paused for a moment.

He then looked at the camera and said with a smile.

I will not answer any of them.

Inside the rooftop lounge of Dawn City.

Old Hong's words made Fang Qingyu and the others' lips twitch.

That's just like Old Man Hong's personality.

This is a deliberate prank on those people.

Hong Qitian seemed amused by his own words and chuckled twice on the podium.

He then waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, I'm not joking anymore. I'm being serious now."

He suppressed his smile, but his eyes remained calm.

"Tonight, besides announcing that the movie is real, the ghost is real, and the victory in the Arctic is real, there are a few other important pieces of news that I need to share with you all."

He held up a finger:
"First, starting immediately, the Divine Administration APP, the Arctic APP, and several other applications officially designated by the Federation regarding information, common sense, basic cultivation guidance, and safety rules about the extraordinary world will be fully open to all Federation citizens for download and use, without any restrictions based on identity or region."

This message instantly attracted the attention of countless people.

Countless people watching the live stream immediately grabbed their phones and tablets and began frantically searching for and downloading the app.

A brand new world, full of unknowns and possibilities.

It opened its doors to everyone in a way that caught everyone off guard.

Beyond fear, there was an irrepressible curiosity and a subtle excitement.

It began to take root in the hearts of countless people.

Hong Qitian raised his second finger:

"Secondly, we need to make everyone understand the current situation."

"Throughout the long years, the Fates have always existed, but their threat has been latent. Their main power does not exist on the same plane as ours. It's like there's a membrane that's difficult to penetrate. So they can't descend into our world on a large scale, but can only infiltrate and invade on a small scale through some weak points."

"This is why they eventually formed the largest cluster in the Arctic, a region with a unique environment and relatively limited space."

This explanation brought some relief to many people.

A sliver of hope even arose.

Since we were able to block it before.

Can this situation be maintained in the future?
After all, things had been calm for so long, unless the Federation had spoken up tonight.

They didn't even know this thing existed.

However, Hong Qitian's next words shattered everyone's illusions.
"but."

This turning point instantly plunged everyone who had just begun to have a glimmer of hope into despair.

"All of this is now in the past."

Hong Qitian raised his head, his gaze piercing through the lens, looking directly into every pair of eyes on the screen:
"Hereby, in my capacity as Minister of the Federal Armed Forces and Commander-in-Chief of Operation Ghost of the Federation, I issue this highest-level warning to all citizens."

"Based on the definitive intelligence and irrefutable indications we have..."

"Four days from now, which is the moment you are seeing right now, when the countdown reaches zero."

"Those gods who see humans as pastures."

"And those demons whose ultimate goal is the extermination of humanity."

"They will descend in full force!!!"

Silence enveloped the entire press conference hall.

It has permeated the internet.

It enveloped every lit screen in the Federation.

The cruel truth.

It was laid bare before everyone.

(End of this chapter)