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Collapse often doesn't require a protracted war.

Crushing requires only one fulcrum.

When that fulcrum called Kunlun lifted the Earth.

The seemingly unbreakable Western alliance suddenly became more fragile than a sand sculpture.

In just twenty-four hours.

The doors of China's Ministry of Foreign Affairs have been practically worn down by ambassadors from various countries.

The threshold has been worn down to the point of being flattened.

late at night.

A document entitled "Initiative of a Technology Alliance for a Community of Shared Future for Mankind" has been sent to the world.

The core terms are simple and straightforward.

All countries that join the alliance must pledge to abandon all forms of technological blockade against China.

In exchange, they will gain access to the Kunlun system and the Kuafu energy standard.

This is an ultimatum, and a letter of divorce to the old era.

The first to kneel down was Germany, which prides itself on being the industrial heart of Europe.

The lights at the Berlin Chancellery stayed on all night.

The conference table was slammed shut with a deafening roar.

"If we don't join, our Volkswagen, Mercedes-Benz, and BMW will become industrial waste within three years!"

The German Minister of Industry yelled at the hesitant Chancellor.

He spat all over the table.

"Once that Tian Shu chip starts mass production, our cars won't even be worthy of being used as bumper cars!"

"This is a dimensional reduction attack! It's slaughter!"

The Premier wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"But what about in America..."

"Fuck America!"

The minister, his eyes red, yanked his tie loose.

Like a wild beast driven to desperation.

"They're bleeding themselves out! Intel's stock price has plummeted into negative territory, what can they offer to protect us? Words?!"

"Every second we hesitate now is costing us 100 million euros in GDP!"

Three o'clock in the morning.

A German government spokesperson held an emergency press conference.

With huge dark circles under his eyes, he forced a smile that looked worse than crying at the camera.

It announced that, "out of respect for free trade," it would immediately lift all export bans on high-tech products to China.

A top-level business delegation was dispatched to Beijing.

It wasn't even dawn yet.

The special plane has already taken off.

Next up is France.

Then comes Italy.

Once dominoes start falling, nothing can stop them.

The once impenetrable blockade was instantly riddled with holes.

Even the South Korean and Japanese conglomerates, who usually follow the lead of the United States, have completely turned against China this time.

The will to survive triumphed over servility.

Samsung's CEO flew to Beijing overnight.

They even issued a statement at the airport, condemning the US's technological bullying as "not only stupid, but also not only stupid."

These words stunned the reporters present.

The White House was deathly silent.

The carpet in the president's office was littered with countless torn documents and shattered porcelain.

Those are fragments of power.

The arrogant president was slumped in a leather chair.

He looked at the television news on the wall.

In the news, former allies are vying to curry favor with that major Eastern power.

Their fawning faces resembled those of a group of refugees scrambling for the last ticket on a boat.

Even the British Prime Minister, who always follows him around, is now talking to the camera about the "long-standing friendship between China and Britain".

"traitor……"

"They're all traitors..."

His voice was filled with resentment and helplessness.

He reached out to grab the red secure phone.

That is a scepter symbolizing the highest power in the world.

But all I heard on the other end of the phone was a busy signal.

No one answered.

His approval rating has plummeted like an elevator in freefall over the past 24 hours.

It smashed right through the Earth's core.

People protested outside the White House, chanting slogans deafeningly.

Capitalists lobbied on Capitol Hill to make him a scapegoat.

Even the military leaders fell silent as they looked at the weapons and equipment that had suddenly become obsolete.

Their proud carrier battle groups are as clumsy as a pile of scrap metal in the face of "Kuafu" energy.

Hegemony is not overthrown, but rather left to dry.

When everyone turned and left.

That once invincible giant discovered that he was nothing more than a lone commander standing on a deserted island.

Completely naked.

Base 001, Commander's Office.

Outside the window, a red sun is rising.

It dyed the eastern sky as brilliantly as blood.

Li Guobang stood by the window.

His back was somewhat hunched.

But his shoulders, which had been tense all along, finally relaxed at this moment.

Like a bow drawn taut for decades, finally releasing the decisive arrow that determined the fate of the world.

"it's over?"

he asks.

The sound was very soft.

It was as if they were afraid of waking someone from a beautiful dream.

"No, Old Li."

Chen Xi sat on the sofa, fiddling with the unassuming black cell phone in his hand.

The screen's dim light illuminated his young yet composed face.

A faint smile curved at the corners of her lips.

"This is just the beginning."

Li Guobang turned around.

Looking at this young man who single-handedly directed this world-class spectacle.

His eyes were complicated.

"Do you know, Chen Xi?"

Li Guobang's eyes were a little red.

He walked up to Chen Xi and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

Powerful.

It's as if he's trying to cram all the words into this one palm.

"Last night, I drank a bottle of Moutai that had been stored for thirty years."

I cried.

This old general, who had lived a life of iron-fisted discipline, was now like a child, making no attempt to hide his vulnerability.

He pulled a crumpled tissue from his pocket and wiped his eyes.

Thirty years ago, I went abroad on a study tour.

"They treat us like thieves, not even letting us get within five meters of the most basic machine tool."

"At that time, I thought, if one day we can stand tall and make them beg us, it would be worth dying for."

Li Guobang's voice was choked with emotion.

"In my life, I have fought wars, shed blood, and seen countless comrades-in-arms pass away."

"But I've never been as scared as I was yesterday."

"I'm afraid all of this is fake."

"I'm afraid that when we wake up, we'll still be being held hostage by the neck and will have to live at the mercy of others."

That deep-seated sense of crisis tormented their generation for most of their lives.

Chen Xi handed him a new tissue.

His tone was as calm as if he were talking about today's weather.

"Now you don't need to be afraid."

"Once the spine is set, it won't break again."

"From now on, we'll be the ones holding others by the throat."

Li Guobang took the tissue and vigorously wiped his face.

Take a deep breath.

It regained its former majesty.

Minister Li, who was known for his decisive and efficient work style, is back.

"What's the next step?"

"Close the net, integrate, and establish rules."

Chen Xi stood up and stretched.

The joints were cracking.

"You're better at these things than I am."

"As for me..."

He waved his phone in his hand.

A sly glint flashed in his eyes.

It looks just like a hunter about to close the net.

"I have an even more difficult group of ancestors to deal with."

at the same time.

Heavenly Court Chat Group.

The atmosphere here is ten thousand times more exciting than the stock market in the mortal world.

What talk of being pure of heart and free from desires, what talk of being detached from emotions.

All of that is bullshit in the face of fragments.

【Nezha】: @Newcomer reporting in, please protect me, come out! Don't play dead! I know you're spying!

[Nezha]: Update soon!

[Nezha]: (Frustrated.jpg) (Breathing in fire.jpg)

[Lei Gong]: Exactly! Update soon!

[Lei Gong]: I was on duty today, and while I was reading, I almost struck the Dragon King with lightning!

[Thunder God]: That old mudfish was almost electrocuted by me, and he's complaining to the Jade Emperor! You have to compensate me for my emotional distress!

[Venus]: Young friend, immortals should be kind. Your abrupt breaks my Dao heart.

Looking at the screen full of urging for more updates and complaints.

Chen Xi remained calm.

Instead, he revealed that calculating smile typical of unscrupulous businessmen.

That's exactly the effect I wanted.

The goal is to make these immortals yearn for it but not be able to have it, and be unable to give up.

He slowly sent a message in the group.

The words convey a sense of "I'm in a hurry, but I really have no choice."

[Newcomer reporting in, please protect me]: Dear immortals, I am entangled in worldly affairs, and writing is not easy.

[Newcomer reporting in, please support]: I also want to update, but my typing speed is limited and I'm tied up with other things.

The group chat was filled with groans of despair.

Just when the resentment level was about to explode.

Chen Xitu revealed his true colors.

[Newcomer reporting in, seeking protection]: However... if any immortal is sincere enough, this "private version" of the draft is not out of the question.

The hook went down.

The entire Heavenly Court was instantly thrown into chaos.