"That is completely the opposite of what we experienced when we took over the world," Aron said with a chuckle as he skimmed through the report detailing the Zypharion people's reaction, comparing it to humanity's during their last world war.By just the second week, Dreznor had already gained the support of the majority of the population, a stark contrast to Aron’s own experience, which involved battling numerous insurgencies and unifying fractured governments.{Your situation was different from his,} Nova said in an attempt to offer some false consolation. {His people were already accustomed to living under a centralized authority. In your case, you had to unify multiple sovereign nations, each with distinct systems and professional militaries. If Earth had been in its current state back then, the transition might have mirrored Dreznor’s, though with a few differences in how quickly people accepted new leadership.}“What do you think?” Aron asked. “Should we help him expand his forc

“There are no new discoveries yet?” Aron asked without looking up from the report.“No,” Ayaka replied, her tone neutral but edged with disappointment. “Unfortunately, it seems that at my current level, it’s impossible to uncover anything new about the Fountain of Life material.”Aron nodded slowly, flipping through the pages of her report, detailed with charts, test results, and hypotheses. “Have you managed to contact Laifu again since her first appearance?”“No,” she answered with a faint sigh. “And considering the scale of the universe she operates in, I doubt it will happen again, unless we do something at least ten times more attention-grabbing than what drew her in the first place.”“You’ll probably live longer than all of us,” Aron said with a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “Don’t worry too much, you’re bound to cross paths again eventually.”Ayaka smiled faintly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s still undecided whether that’s a blessing or a curse.”He und

“For anyone who witnesses injustice and atrocities taking place, there are four paths he can take,” Dreznor’s voice echoed through the parade ground, calm yet heavy with conviction. Before him stood a massive formation of soldiers, rigid in attention, their eyes locked on him with reverence and resolve.“He can hate what’s happening but say nothing. He can speak out against it. He can take action against it. Or ” his tone sharpened, “he can join in and try to benefit from the suffering.”A charged silence followed as his gaze swept across the gathered ranks.“So, what are you going to do when you witness atrocities? Are you going to just stand there and watch it happen?”“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” they roared in unison, voices thunderous.“Are you going to speak out against it?”“YEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!” they bellowed again, louder.“Are you going to do something about it?”“YEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!” they shouted, their voices shaking the air.“Good,” Dreznor said, his voice firm, eyes burning with

While the leaders silently questioned why the Grand Xor’Vak was so furious, the answer inside his mind was sharp and unwavering.‘Who dares infringe on my territory?’Yes, his territory. In his eyes, the entire Conclave belonged to him. He was not merely a leader of the strongest civilization, he was its rightful king. Its ruler. Its owner.To Xor’Vak, this belief wasn’t delusion. It was a truth constantly reinforced by reality. His whims, if spoken aloud, were fulfilled by nearly every civilization without resistance. As long as his desires didn’t challenge the top ten powers or those who possessed wormhole technology, he could wage war on any of the remaining civilizations simultaneously and win.But he didn’t want to rule directly.He had no interest in the burdens of leadership. What he craved were the benefits of power, deference, wealth, and influence. And in the current arrangement, he had all of that. The lesser civilizations bent over backward to curry his favor, doing everyt

"Enough!!!!!!!" the Grand Xor’Vak bellowed, his voice going through the chaos of shouting and accusations like a blade, silencing the chamber as if a switch had been thrown. Every representative, big and small, froze mid-gesture, mid-word, the weight of his voice settled over them. No one dared speak.The Grand Xor’Vak didn't need to say more. He simply turned his massive head, his gaze locking onto the hologram of the Zelovera leader. A single, almost imperceptible nod. That was it. You. Speak. The message was crystal clear to everyone present. And just as clear was the unspoken addendum: anyone else uttering so much as a syllable without an exceptionally good reason would find themselves, and their entire civilization, learning the true meaning of Xor’Vak’s displeasure.The Zelovera leader stood calmly and addressed the room, his voice carrying a calm but firm conviction.The Zelovera leader rose, a picture of calm amidst the lingering tension. His voice, when he spoke, wasn't loud,