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

The snow in the capital city fell on the city walls, on the battlements, and on the shoulders of those silent superhumans.

No one spoke, no one moved.

All eyes followed the receding figure.

Chen Junjie walked in the wind and snow, his black coat clinging tightly to his body as the wind blew it.

Behind me, the city walls of the capital city gradually blurred in the snow, like a faded painting.

Suddenly, he stopped.

In the wind and snow, Chen Junjie slowly turned around and glanced back at the capital city.

His gaze was calm. There was no anger, no resentment, no bitterness.

It felt like seeing an old friend one last time.

On the city wall, all the superhumans instinctively lowered their heads.

No one dared to meet that gaze.

In the underground living area of ​​the capital city, blurry images of the outside world are simultaneously displayed on electronic screens.

The moment Chen Junjie turned around, his calm eyes looked at them through the screen, countless ordinary people subconsciously took a step back.

Some people turned their heads away, while others pretended to look elsewhere.

Outside the city, Chen Junjie looked around for a moment, then turned around.

The wind and snow completely swallowed his figure.

He flew towards the beast tide.

None of the strange beasts attacked him; their scarlet pupils watched him fly overhead.

On his way to Jiangnan City,

At bases around the world, voting channels opened on time on electronic screens in underground living areas.

"All survivors, please vote via your terminals. Is it worth sacrificing the life of Prophet Chen Junjie for thirty years of peace for humanity?"

Agree. Disagree.

Two options determine a person's life or death.

The moment voting began, the number of "yes" votes jumped wildly from zero, like a lit fuse.

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, ten million.

Every time the numbers on the screen jumped, it felt like someone was driving a nail into Chen Junjie's coffin.

"Did you vote?"

"I voted."

"I voted too."

Some people were laughing, some were rubbing their hands together, and some were letting out a long sigh of relief.

There was no guilt, no unease, only relief.

I'm glad it's someone else who's going to die, not me.

I'm so glad I made the right choice—I saved all of humanity.

Once you stand with the greater good, whatever you do is right.

No one will blame you.

Because of the greater good, it represents justice.

No, it should be said that the overall situation is absolutely correct.

At the North American base, less than three minutes after voting began, the "yes" vote had already exceeded 90%.

A dark-skinned man stood on a high place, raised his fist, and shouted, "That prophet is dead! We can live for thirty years! Thirty years!"

"Yes! He deserves to die!"

"What's so regrettable about the death of one Chinese person?"

"Exactly, they're not the ones who died!"

In their eyes, the life of a Chinese person is just a number.

A number that can secure thirty years of security—just the right amount.

"What a pity, it can only be exchanged for thirty years."

"It would be even better if it were fifty years."

The laughter grew louder, tinged with a hint of mockery towards the Dragon Kingdom.

Chen Junjie is, after all, a Chinese citizen.

No matter the circumstances, a country that abandons its own people, no matter how powerful it is, will not be respected.

At the South American base, the voter turnout quickly soared to 97 percent.

Someone took the lead in chanting slogans:

"Death to the prophet! Long live peace!"

The sounds grew louder and more synchronized.

An elderly man raised his hand tremblingly in protest, but was quickly pressed down by someone next to him.

"Are you insane? Do you want us all to die?"

"I...I just feel..."

"I don't really feel anything! I'll vote in favor!"

The old man's hand was forcibly pressed down.

On electronic screens at major bases around the world, the progress of the agreed-upon deal is flashing wildly:

50%...60%...77%...83%...

Is this a referendum or a trial?

—This is an execution.

In the six major bases of the Dragon Kingdom, after the voting channels opened, the number of "yes" votes seemed to be pushed forward by something, and there was no way to stop it.

At the Southwest Base, the old man held the little girl tightly, covering her mouth.

At this time, anyone who opposes it is a sinner against all mankind.

If this label is put on someone, they're doomed.

Chen Junjie's death was inevitable, and no one could stop it.

"Sector C, all agreed. Anyone have any objections?"

"very good."

"..."

No one objected.

Because those who oppose it are no longer allowed to speak.

At the Northeast base, the number of votes in favor is also rising rapidly.

At the Tianhai base, the voter turnout has exceeded 90%.

In the Dragon Kingdom's six major bases, the number of votes in five of them is rising.

But there is one exception.

Jiangnan City.

The voting channel was open for a full hour, and the number of voters displayed on the screen was zero.

No one voted.

In the underground living quarters of the base, hundreds of thousands of people were crammed together, and no one spoke.

Fatty Li leaned lazily against a pillar, with his two women pressed tightly against him.

Across from him, Zhao Lie stared at him with a serious expression.

"Fatty, aren't you going to vote?"

"I'm not voting." Fatty Li glanced at him. "What, you want to vote for them?"

"If the extinction of all humanity is caused by Jiangnan City, by us, then we are sinners!" Zhao Lie's voice was deep.

Fatty Li scoffed, "Humanity perished because of monstrous beasts. What?"

He looked at Zhao Lie, a hint of mockery in his voice, "You're so powerful, you think you can cause the extinction of all humanity?"

Zhao Lie was speechless and shut his mouth.

Fatty Li withdrew his gaze and changed the subject: "Chen Junjie is on his way."

He paused, glancing at everyone in the underground base. "I'm doing this for your own good. Of course, if anyone is determined to defect, then so be it."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Zhao Lie stood there, stunned—the fat man wasn't going to stop him?

Global voting is still ongoing.

But just then, the alliance headquarters added a supplementary rule, which was broadcast to every base around the world via electronic screens—

"By alliance resolution: abstentions are considered as consent, which is equivalent to agreement. All votes cast by survivors who did not vote will be automatically counted as consent."

The underground living quarters of major bases around the world instantly erupted in chaos.

"Hey, this is good."

"Anyone still hesitating? No need to vote."

"That saves us trouble."

No one objected.

Anyone can understand that this is good news.

If anyone still can't bear to do it, then they shouldn't vote—that's tantamount to acquiescing.

Those who strongly opposed it have all been dealt with.

On the city wall of Jiangnan, a sarcastic smile appeared on Fatty Li's lips.

"Abstaining is the same as agreeing? Ha..."

He whispered, "This is pulling everyone into one boat. Those who are alive are all in favor."

He paused, as if talking to himself: "That way, no one will ever know the truth—human prophets are sacrificed by humanity itself."

How would it be written in history books?

The prophet Chen Junjie, for the sake of all mankind, generously sacrificed his life; it was voluntary, great, and glorious.

Future generations will never know that the prophet was voted to death by those he had saved, one vote at a time.

If one generation covers up the truth, future generations will take the falsehood as fact.

In various bases, billions of people watched the vote count slowly close in.

90%……95%……98%……99%…

"Haha, almost a hundred!"

"It's going to pass!"

"Great, we're safe for thirty years!"

Cheers erupted from every base, piercing the wind and snow, and the still-lingering stench of blood.

On the city wall of Jiangnan City.

Li An remained standing alone at the forefront, showing no sign of emotion.

Fatty Li stood behind her, watching her back, and shook his head.

He was also a little confused about the current situation.

Chen Junjie is a false prophet promoted by Wang Wei.

He knew this from the first time Chen Junjie came to Jiangnan City.

But as the situation has gradually unfolded, he is now at a loss.

Did Wang Wei go to all this trouble just to kill him?

On the electronic screens in Jiangnan City, the number of voters remained at zero.

But everyone knew that their silence would soon be taken as agreement.

It's still snowing outside.

The wind blew in from outside the city.

Wrapped in snow,

Wrapped in cold.

A slender, black figure appeared outside the city, braving the swirling snow.