Becoming Stronger After Death: I Keep Seeking Death in the World of the Universe.

Chapter 491: Four times 25%, that's 100%.
While the tribe was working at full speed to install black hole systems on all its ships.

Meanwhile, the Super Federation is also mobilizing all the forces of Gaia.

nowadays.

Zerg and the like are no longer important.

The biggest threat to the Super Federation has now become the Earth Tribe.

Those howling, indestructible savages.

Recently, they have had quite a few dealings with the tribe.

Both sides had their wins and losses.

Although strategically speaking, they lost more often.

However, it is precisely because of the experience accumulated from so many wars that the Super Federation has a deeper understanding of the suddenly emerging tribes than other races in the universe.

They were a bunch of unreasonable people.

It's as if everyone has countless lives, capable of being resurrected without limit.

But the Super Federation is certain that the tribes are by no means invincible.

Based on the intelligence gathered during this period.

The resurrection of tribal savages is not entirely without limitations.

These people, after each death, would be resurrected in a nearby fire pit.

Therefore, what the super federation should do first is to destroy the tribe's hearth.

Interrupt the tribe's savage unit production process that relies on infinite respawns.

Such operations—infiltrating behind enemy lines and sabotaging key enemy facilities—are precisely what Hell Troopers excel at.

And most importantly.

The total number of people on Earth is only about two million.

Even if they can keep resurrecting, the number of people they can send out at one time is always limited.

In contrast to Earth tribes.

The Super Federation has a large army and numerous generals, and also possesses countless resources.

As long as the main force of the tribe is kept near Super Gaia.

It would be quite simple to divide our forces again to deal with Earth.

The only problem right now is the pink giant that appeared once before on Planet K.

Based on the footage preserved on the transport ship that survived the escape.

That pink giant, transformed from a tribal leader, is probably no less destructive than a star destroyer.

However, its maneuverability is significantly better than any warship currently known.

Fortunately, according to intelligence analysis...

This pink giant's energy is also limited.

This can be proven by the change in the color of its skin after it destroyed the Federation fleet, and by the weakening of its energy detected by the detectors.

If that's the case, it means that the pink giant can also be defeated.

At most, the price to pay will be quite high.

But for a super federation that has no shortage of resources or manpower...

That's no longer a problem.

Even if it takes a lot of effort, as long as we can get rid of Xu Wang, it won't be a problem.

The only thing to be careful about is...

Xu Wang may also possess the ability to resurrect.

Therefore, it is essential to control the timing of eliminating Xu Wang.

They must maintain control of the pace of the war from beginning to end.

The Super Federation Department of Defense has ordered the withdrawal of all troops from the remaining fronts.

The plan is to concentrate our forces and eliminate the tribe first.

Moreover, according to their analysis, if implemented well, eliminating tribal tyranny is not impossible.

Victory will ultimately belong to them!

The top brass of the Super Federation is very confident about this!

So, after confirming news from the front lines that the tribe had returned to Earth.

Marshal Dean chose a fine day.

He delivered a speech to the entire nation in the capital of Super Gaia.

At the Underworld Square in Rongdu.

Marshal Dean ascended the presidential platform.

The surrounding area was filled with people from Strootman Media and the Ministry of Truth.

They will be responsible for broadcasting this speech.

He lowered the microphone on the podium in front of him a little.

Marshal Dean's gaze swept downwards.

Flashes of light kept going off.

Marshal Dean remained silent for a moment before finally speaking:

"In the Milky Way, many races are inherently tyrannical."

Hostile forces that hate freedom have long threatened our lives!
Currently, Earth tribes, insectoids, Predators, and other races have joined forces to plot an invasion of our Underworld Federation!

The Earth tribes' totalitarian attack is utterly despicable and shameless! And it's completely without any reason!
The Super Gaia Armed Forces will fight with everything in their power to stop this invasion! We must completely annihilate the enemy until they can no longer sustain their offensive!
Great citizens of the Super Federation, a time of crisis has arrived!
Our most loyal, hardworking, and promising family members live in Super Gaia. We must defend Super Gaia to the death, at all costs!
Soldiers of the Super Federation! You are the first and last line of defense. The lives and deaths of our citizens, the sovereignty of the Great Federation, rest in your hands.

We want to express to the brutal tribes of Earth our determination never to bow to evil!

We also hope that all the great citizens of the Super Federation will take up their weapons and join the great war of defense during this time of crisis.

I hereby declare that Super Gaia, from this moment forward, has entered a Level A war state.

above! "

After Marshal Dean finished speaking, he turned around and left the podium.

Then another series of flashes went off.

Then, the leaders of various departments of the super federation will take turns to speak on stage.

But as Marshal Dean finished speaking...

Super Gaia, this imperial planet in the galaxy, has begun to operate at full capacity as a war machine.

In fact, many people living on this planet don't know what happened.

All I knew was that a war had suddenly broken out, and the enemy was quite strong.

Then suddenly, all the factories were converted from civilian to military use.

The already limited rest time has been further compressed.

Inside a clothing packaging factory in the suburbs of Rongdu.

A middle-aged man, looking utterly exhausted, finally packed the last piece of clothing he had and casually tossed it into a nearby box.

When I checked the time again, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

He started working last night and has been busy until now.

Super Gaia's factory does not implement a piece-rate system, and you won't get paid for doing too much work. Instead, there are strict clocking-in and clocking-out times.

But you can't be lazy because of this.

Because although you don't get paid for doing too much, you will definitely be fined if you do too little.

Therefore, no one dared to be careless.

It was almost time to leave work, and I had finished my tasks.

He rubbed his rumbling, hungry stomach.

A relaxed smile finally appeared on the middle-aged man's face. He could finally go home, have a meal, and see his wife.

But only then did he dare to leave his workstation.

The foreman suddenly came over and stopped the group of workers who were about to leave work: "Marshal Dean will give a speech at 9:30. You can only leave after you have listened to it."

Upon hearing this, everyone was filled with complaints, but dared not refute anything.

Most of the people in the factory are citizens of class E to F.

They have almost no choice in their lives.

In life, we are bound by all sorts of invisible shackles.

They are facing difficulties in all aspects of employment and life.

The Superfederation promotes and praises equality, but as the lowest level of the CCS citizenship assessment system, there will always be someone more "equal" than them.

But if they want to survive, they can only work hard and squeeze every last drop of energy out of themselves.

They had no other choice.

In fact, they are already very lucky to be able to live on Super Gaia.

At least they weren't selected by the Humanitarian Department to participate in the population migration program and travel to an unknown colony planet light-years away.

This is truly a one-way trip.

In any case, middle-aged men have already seen many friends who are gone and never return.

"Old Ke, here, have something to eat first."

Beside the middle-aged man, a young man handed him a compressed biscuit: "This is what my mom prepared for me."

"Thank you."

The middle-aged man, known as Lao Ke, originally wanted to refuse.

But he was indeed hungry. And who knows how long this talk will last.

So he thanked her, took it, and put it in his mouth to chew.

It was hard, dry, and tasteless, but it did fill my stomach.

The young man who gave him the biscuits had only been working at the factory for a short time.

Just like when he first entered the factory, he was full of ambition.

I want to work hard, contribute to the super federation, and improve my citizenship level.

But after six months of this, I'm almost completely worn out.

As he pondered this, Lao Ke couldn't help but sigh.

He had always wanted to have a child with his wife.

However, citizens of the super federation are not allowed to reproduce at will.

To have a baby, you must submit and pass Form C01, which then undergoes a 180-day review process.

He started submitting this form fifteen years ago.

I applied every 180 days, but I never got approved.

The same thing happened to his wife, and she was heartbroken for a long time because of it.

If it doesn't go through soon, his wife will become an elderly mother, and having another child then will actually be bad for her health.

To be honest, Lao Ke was already thinking of giving up.

Whenever I think about this, I can't help but curse myself for having such bad luck.

After all, the Department of Humanitarian Affairs claims that all citizens, regardless of their citizenship class, are treated equally when submitting Form C01.

All selections are automatically and randomly generated by the computer system.

He failed for 15 consecutive years; it was just bad luck.

The great super federation, where everything is fair and just, and everyone can vote to decide everything on this planet.

Even presidential elections.

Old Ke also loves voting.

Even though it was his vote, he never won.

Old Ke originally had a very good neighbor.

That neighbor often told him that the voting in the Super Federation was rigged and not open or transparent at all.

The same applies to form C01.

Citizens below level D have too low a weight, making it extremely difficult for them to pass the review process.

Old Ke completely scoffed at such conspiracy theories.

That night, I went back to look for information, planning to refute that neighbor the next day.

As a result, he was arrested by the Unity Department that very night.

I later heard that the neighbor was a Zerg spy who received 100 Super Currency from the Zerg.

At the time, Lao Ke was thinking to himself, "So that's how it is."

No wonder he spoke ill of the Super Federation.

He would never doubt the absolute impartiality of the super federation.

This is how he answered the question from the Unity Department.

But in fact?
Old Ke himself didn't know either.

He dared not tell anyone his true innermost thoughts.

Soon, it was 9:30.

The emblem of the Super Federation appeared on a large television screen on the factory wall.

Soon, Marshal Dean's image appeared on the screen.

The camera followed him as he slowly moved to the podium.

Marshal Dean's speech began.

When he was young, Lao Ke enjoyed listening to the various sermons of the Ministry of Truth.

It always gets him excited and makes him feel like he has a bright future.

Looking at the skyscrapers of Rongdu, I couldn't help but feel proud.

But now, he just wants the speech to end quickly so he can go home and rest.

As for the survival of the tribe and Super Gaia, he simply didn't have the energy to think about it anymore.

Gradually, he almost fell asleep standing up.

Until footsteps came from behind.

Old Ke suddenly woke up and looked up at the big screen.

It was discovered that Marshal Dean's speech had ended.

Standing on top now is General Blass of the Super Gaia Combat Readiness Command of the Ministry of National Defense.

This general is primarily responsible for the training and command of all Hell Soldier soldiers.

It seems to be due to the threat from the tribe.

They are preparing to increase the number of Hell Lurkers.

"Old Ke, you can't leave yet. According to the latest orders, the working hours will be extended to sixteen hours a day from now on."

The footsteps that had just startled him were those of his supervisor.

But the message from the supervisor caused all the workers around to change their expressions drastically.

Upon hearing this, Lao Ke turned to look at his supervisor, incredulous: "We were already working 12-hour shifts before, and now it's increased to 16 hours! How can we possibly cope?!"

Upon hearing this, the supervisor frowned and said, "Didn't you just finish watching Marshal Dean's speech? We've now entered a Level A war state, and all citizens must contribute their strength to the Super Federation."

The uniforms will be delivered soon. Keep working and don't slack off.

After saying that, the supervisor turned and left without lingering.

After he left, the factory immediately became noisy.

All the workers were complaining.

They already have very little rest time, and their wages are low.

This means even less rest time.

In fact, the Prosperity Department, which manages finances, allocated a considerable sum of money in response to this war mobilization.

However, this large sum of money, after being distributed through various levels of government, never actually reaches the hands of the lowest-level workers.

Instead, it placed an even heavier burden on them.

"Old Ke, what should we do?"

The young man who had just given Lao Ke the compressed biscuits asked him somewhat blankly.

Yeah, what to do?
Old Ke was also at a loss when faced with this problem.

He was just a packaging worker.

Just then, someone inside the factory pointed in horror at the large screen on the wall: "Look! The savage Earth tribe has arrived!"

In the footage broadcast by the Ministry of Truth, the crowd gathered in Hades Square suddenly descended into chaos.

Suddenly, a fleet passed through the artificial black hole and landed directly on Super Gaia.

The tribal-style ships in the fleet clearly indicated their identity.

No one thought of it.

These savage tribesmen actually launched a surprise attack on Rongdu in this way!
After all, black hole engine technology is much more difficult to overcome than faster-than-light engine technology.

Even if you master all the technology, making it is still a time-consuming and laborious process.

Therefore, the sudden turn of events was something that none of the higher-ups in the Super Federation had anticipated.

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!!”

Upon arrival, the tribal fleet did not hesitate and immediately launched artillery fire at all the surrounding air defense bases.

For an instant.

A large number of air defense facilities around Rongdu were destroyed.

Not just Rongdu.

Tribal fleets suddenly appeared over all of Super Gaia's key military bases, launching a sweeping attack.

This intelligence was provided by the 40 soldiers who were abandoned on the planet K.

This moment.

The military forces of Super Gaia have been completely wiped out.

However, weapons stationed on the ground and in outer space still pose a threat.

However, Xu Wang was not worried about this at all.

If their fleet can launch a surprise attack once, they can launch a second and a third.

They won this war!

Xu Wang had no intention of waging a protracted war with the Super Federation.

The longer the delay, the greater the harm to the people at the bottom of society.

Looking down at the panicked crowd.

Xu Wang turned to look at the dumbfounded shrimp Quillian beside him and laughed, "See? I told you, the success rate of the Black Hole Engine is only 25%, it doesn't matter. We just need to start it 4 times, and it will be 100%!"

Quillian clutched his head: "This is not scientific!"

(End of this chapter)