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

"The conditions for disaster were the opposite from the very beginning..."

Jiangnan City, Jinxiu Tiancheng Building No. 1.

Wang Wei stood by the window, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Chen Junjie, that was a brilliant move.

Humanity has turned its own path to survival into a path to death.

Outside the city of Jiangnan, on the snow-covered plains.

Chen Junjie's voice wasn't loud, but time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The sunlight fell on him, making his white hair stand out even more.

On electronic screens at major bases around the world, billions of people held their breath.

The cheers that had just been celebrating "thirty years of peace" suddenly ceased, as if someone had choked them.

Chen Junjie took a deep breath and, with his last remaining strength, continued, "To exchange my life for thirty years of peace. That's a lie."

His gaze swept past the hundreds of people in front of him, looking up at the sky, as if it were falling on the eyes of everyone in the world who was looking at him.

"The truth of the deal is this: if I live, the beasts will not invade for thirty years. If I die, they will immediately raze everything to the ground."

His voice was soft, but every word was like a nail, driven into everyone's ears.

"You have cut off your own path to survival."

The world is deathly silent.

Then, it was like something exploded.

The North American base fell silent for a moment.

Someone screamed:

"Impossible! He's lying! He'd rather die than give up lying!"

"Yes! He's just trying to scare us!"

"He just doesn't want to die! He changed his mind!"

"........."

The sound surged up like a tide, both rapid and loud.

But everyone could see that Chen Junjie was already outside the city.

He stood on the snowfield, his hair as white as paper, his breath as weak as a candle flame in the wind.

He was really going to die.

They voted for his death.

Then he told them—you voted in the wrong place.

At the South American base, someone collapsed to the ground.

An old man knelt on the ground, his hands covering his head, his body trembling violently.

He thought that if Chen Junjie died, he could live.

But now, Chen Junjie says that if he dies, everyone else will die too.

"It's not real..." he murmured, "It's not real..."

At the Southern Desert Base, a young man suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging:

"Why didn't you say so sooner! Why didn't you say so sooner!"

"If you had said this earlier, how could we have possibly voted in favor!"

"What's the point of saying this now! Do you want to get everyone killed?!"

His voice was hoarse, and everyone around him immediately echoed it:

"Yes! What was he doing all this time!"

"He did it on purpose! He deliberately waited until after the vote to say it!"

"He wants us all to die with him!"

Resentment spread like a plague.

No one remembers that Chen Junjie's opinion was sought before the vote.

At the six major bases of the Dragon Kingdom, countless people were stunned into silence.

At the Southwest Base, the woman who had once knelt on the ground begging Chen Junjie to die now slumped in a chair, her lips trembling as she managed to squeeze out a single sentence:

"Impossible...impossible...he's lying..."

"He's lying! If he had told us earlier, we wouldn't have voted in favor at all!"

"This was all his conspiracy!"

"He is not a savior! He is an accomplice to disaster!"

The sounds grew denser and more venomous.

Fear made them prefer to believe it was a vicious lie rather than believe that they had killed their only hope with their own hands.

On the snowy plain, a smile appeared on Chen Junjie's lips.

"You don't have to believe me," he said softly.

Suddenly, his voice steadied, "If you're willing to gamble one last time—"

He raised his head and looked in the direction of Jiangnan City.

"Come to Jiangnan City now, immediately."

"This is the last refuge for humankind!"

After saying that, he seemed to have used up all his strength.

The wind blew, and he swayed, but he still stood straight, like a stake driven into the snow.

The global base fell silent once again.

Then, a barrage of insults came crashing down like a tsunami.

"Go to Jiangnan City? That's more like going to your death!"

"The monstrous beasts are right outside the base. Are we just going out to die?"

"He just wanted to drag others down with him!"

"We're not going! We're not going anywhere!"

At the Nordic base, a middle-aged woman screamed:

"I'm not going! Why should we go to Jiangnan City?! He wants us to be cannon fodder!"

"That's right! Not a single one of the Chinese is any good!"

They transformed their fear, anger, and guilt into hatred.

They shot at Chen Junjie, at Longguo, at Jiangnan City. But no one shot at themselves.

In a corner of the southwest base, the girl clutched the chocolate cookie that had crumbled into pieces.

She looked up at her grandfather, her eyes red.

"Grandpa, Brother Chen said...we're going to Jiangnan City."

The old man's lips were trembling.

He stared at the white-haired figure on the screen, and murky tears slid down his cheeks.

"Let's go," he said, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against glass.

He picked up the baby girl and turned to walk towards the base exit.

Behind them, someone shouted, "Are you crazy? The outside is teeming with monsters! You're going to your death?"

The old man didn't turn around. His back was terribly hunched, but he took each step very steadily.

At the Southwest Base, another person stood up.

"What are you doing?" Someone next to her grabbed her.

"To Jiangnan City," she said. Then she left.

One, two, three... emerged from the corners of the other five major bases of the Dragon Kingdom.

Not many, very few.

Compared to billions of people, they are like a few grains of sand.

But they still made it through.

Luofeng Village, Ping'an City, Huangliu Town... most of them are people that Chen Junjie personally rescued from the base.

In the main hall of the Alliance meeting room in the capital city.

The faces of Liu Lao and Du Wei from the Alliance, along with high-ranking representatives from various overseas organizations, were as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

Chen Junjie's move took everyone by surprise.

"What do we do now?" the leader of the Holy Covenant Church asked, his voice trembling slightly.

No one answered.

Because no one knows whether it's true or false.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Outside the capital, the black man Ganda screamed desperately, "Didn't you hear the prophet say that if we live, the beasts won't attack! You can't kill me! If you kill me, the beasts will—"

Nobody listens to him.

An SSS-level superhuman grabbed him by the back of his collar and lifted him up like a chick.

Ganda struggled frantically, kicking her legs wildly in the air, her crotch soaked with sweat.

"No—! You'll regret this—!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was tossed into the distant horde of beasts like trash.

"ah--!"

The black man, like a dark cannonball, traced an arc and landed precisely in the horde of beasts.

"Pfft—"

A monstrous wind-blade beast opened its massive jaws, filled with sharp teeth, and bit off his head in one gulp.

The screams abruptly stopped.

Blood splattered on the snow, a shocking sight.

Outside major bases around the world, countless scarlet pupils gleamed in the snow, like a burning sea of ​​stars.

They moved.

One row, two rows, three rows... an overwhelming tide of beasts slowly rolled towards the human base.

The earth trembled, the air roared, and the aura of death surged from the horizon like an endless wall.

At all major bases, alarms sounded again.

But this time, no one shouted "Long live the Prophet!"

No one is chanting "thirty years of peace" anymore.

Only desperate, powerless, and hysterical cries.

"What he said...is true..."

"We're fucked……"

A middle-aged man suddenly jumped up, his eyes bloodshot, as if grasping at the last straw:

"The three days aren't over yet! We can vote again!"

"Yes! Yes! Let's vote again!"

"We refuse the deal! The Prophet cannot die!"

"Prophet! We've changed our minds! Come back!"

The sound exploded from the underground living quarters of each base.

They rushed frantically to the voting terminal, trying to press "disagree".

However, the voting channel on the screen was already closed.

The cold, red text resembled an inscription on a tombstone: "Voting is over. Final result: Agreed."

"No--!"

Countless people wailed and pounded their fists on the screen.

They cried their hearts out and screamed until they were hoarse.

But Chen Junjie could no longer hear him. He stood on the snowfield, having used up his last bit of strength.

On the snow-covered plain, Chen Junjie looked at the surging black ocean and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"The prophet," he murmured, "has finished."

His body began to dissipate.

Like snow melting in the wind, there is no dramatic death; like a snowflake falling into the snow, it is impossible to tell which one is him.

Wang Wei stood with his hands behind his back by the window of a small building in Jiangnan City.

"The performance is over," he said softly.

"It's all over now..."