I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

"Yes! How can you believe the words of a beast!"

"That's right, you can't believe a single word that strange beasts say!"

"With the prophet here, we will fight them to the death!"

In the underground living areas of countless bases, people recovered from their initial shock and voices surged forth in support of Chen Junjie.

However, the SSS-level superhumans in the Human Alliance army all had solemn expressions.

The appearance of that golden-eyed beast just now directly altered the celestial phenomena of the capital city—

Thunderclouds swept in, turning the sky a reddish-yellow hue.

Most importantly, that beast could actually speak human language.

They almost simultaneously guessed that it was most likely the Beast King of the Calamity Beasts.

The six major bases of the Dragon Kingdom were in complete uproar.

In the underground living quarters of the Southwest Base, countless people shouted:

"To hell with the terms of the deal!"

"The prophet is omniscient and omnipotent; we will fight those beasts to the death!"

"Hand over the prophet? Wishful thinking!"

"............"

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In the corner, the girl angrily clenched her fists and shouted, "We would never trade Brother Chen for thirty years of peace! Wishful thinking!"

The old man beside him stood motionless, stunned and lost.

"Grandpa, am I right?" the little girl asked.

After waiting a few seconds, there was no response.

She looked up curiously and saw that her grandfather's eyes were wandering, as if he was thinking about something.

"Grandpa!" she shouted, "What are you thinking?"

"Ah?" the old man responded hoarsely, shook his head, and said softly, "Grandpa thought of an older brother."

He looked at the electronic screen with a complicated expression.

A few months ago, "Viagra" casually asked the girl a question: "If sacrificing Chen Junjie could prevent disasters from invading for decades, would you be willing to do it?"

He took it as just casual conversation and never paid any attention to it.

But today, the monstrous beast has proposed almost the exact same trade terms.

Was that really just a casual question?

The old man tried to recall the appearance of "Viagra" carefully, but felt as if there was a veil between them, and he couldn't see it clearly no matter what.

The three of them were together at the Southwest Base, spending every day together.

But now, he couldn't even picture what that person looked like.

"Who exactly are you...? Is it a coincidence... or...?"

At the same time, the reactions of ordinary people in Beijing, Shanghai, Tianjin, Northeast China, and Southwest China were similar to those in the Beijing base, Shanghai base, Tianjin base, and Northeast China base.

Almost all ordinary people in the Dragon Kingdom subconsciously rejected this deal.

In the underground living area of ​​the Jiangnan base, people's reactions were slightly weaker.

After all, this place was Wang Wei's private territory in the early stages, and after witnessing the terrifying combat power of Fatty Li and Li An, his fear of the calamity beasts was not so strong.

But the people here also indignantly support Chen Junjie.

"Trading a prophet for thirty years of peace? Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs? Are they treating us like idiots?"

"Exactly, those alien beasts are ridiculous. How could we possibly agree to such outrageous conditions?"

"Hahaha……"

His laughter was tinged with contempt and confidence.

However, the overseas bases remained silent.

Satellite footage shows that the four major global calamity lairs have fully erupted, with countless monstrous beasts pouring out and their numbers increasing rapidly.

Can the prophet handle a beast tide of this scale?

The more direct concern is—will they live to see the day the prophet comes to their rescue?

In the underground living quarters of the North American base, after a deathly silence, a dark-skinned man muttered softly, "Die one person or die all people, this hard choice?"

Someone nearby chimed in, "But Mr. Chen is the first one we know!"

The third person asserted confidently: "Don't forget he's from China!"

"No me die, who cares who die?"

"Good, good..."

The underground living area of ​​the South Continent base was also unusually quiet.

In the dimly lit space, a group of dark-skinned people huddled together.

Trading one person for thirty years of peace for everyone, given the vast disparity in strength between the two sides and the obvious weakness of humanity.

Although emotionally..., reason tells them...

For your own sake and for the sake of your loved ones, you must make the "most reasonable" choice.

"The prophet was great; he saved us. But... I can't just stand by and watch everyone die."

"That's what I think too."

"Since the prophet is willing to go through fire and water for us, then let him die for us once more."

"That makes sense. He'll agree."

"Don't forget, before the catastrophe, the Chinese people were providing us with free aid. They gave us billions or even hundreds of billions every year, and they even waived our loan interest."

"I heard that when their own people couldn't pay their mortgages, they just foreclosed on their houses. In that sense, they're being incredibly kind to us."

"The people of the Dragon Kingdom are very kind. Then let them sacrifice for us one more time."

Deep in the Kashgar Mountains, the golden-eyed beast silently returned and lay down again not far from Wang Wei.

"Such a dramatic portrayal of human nature must be seen in person to truly appreciate it," Wang Wei murmured.

He turned his head and glanced at the strange beast, then his figure vanished into thin air.

The golden-eyed beast was taken aback, then obediently lay down again.

Thousands of kilometers away, in the crowd in Beijing, there was an inconspicuous figure.

On the high platform, Chen Junjie remained calm and composed.

From the moment the golden-eyed beast proposed its trade terms until now, his expression has remained unchanged.

He was already convinced that this was also part of the plan devised by the prophet Wang Wei!

Wang Wei foresaw this scene beforehand, which is why he chose someone to "take his place."

I am the one who was chosen.

After figuring this out, Chen Junjie not only didn't regret it, but also thought that Wang Wei had done the right thing.

Because sacrificing him, a "false prophet," in exchange for thirty years of peace for humanity is well worth it!

More importantly, the real prophet is still alive!

"Long live the Prophet!"

Someone shouted, and the entire capital city erupted in a tsunami-like roar.

Chen Junjie was slightly moved.

Even though he had long been willing to die for the real prophet Wang Wei, he was still moved by this scene.

Everything he had done was worthwhile at this moment.

He took a deep breath, wanting to announce his decision immediately.

Dewey suddenly reached out and grabbed him, staring at him meaningfully, and gently shook his head.

Then, Dewey turned to everyone and said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, we will not abandon the Prophet."

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted.

"The calamity has given us three days," Dewey continued. "In these three days, the Alliance will work with the Prophet to devise a way to avert the disaster!"

After saying that, he pulled Chen Junjie straight down from the platform.

Wang Wei watched the two leave from the crowd.

In the previous life, the alliance initially disagreed as well.

But once they confirmed the contract was valid, the wind slowly shifted.

Wang Wei decided to see for himself—

Is this world still worth living?

Otherwise, there would be no need for it to exist.