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Chapter 309 The Macho Man Who Calls for Love at the Center of the World
Outside of Tifujes, the impact of the Hokuto-band's first performance at the end of the century was far more complex than it appeared on the surface.

After that timeless hymn began to play, all of humanity was plunged into an indescribable shock, and the next second after they came to their senses, the blood-red burning sky was pierced.

An invisible wave spread from Tifuji, sweeping rapidly across everything in the world, first the Pacific Ocean, then the other side of the sea, and then the entire rotating blue planet.

The rolling waves paused for a moment, and the clouds in the sky stopped surging, transforming into a smooth mirror that covered this ever-fighting world.

In that instant, everyone connected by the Ley Line shared the same thoughts and resonated with the same emotions, as if they had become one with all of humanity.

No matter how far apart they are, no matter how significant the differences in their identities, regardless of race, religion, nationality, or anything else, the six billion living beings currently existing on Earth share a common will—

"Unite!"

On the streets of Washington, a burly man with square and plum blossom markings on his head, the death metal band "Little Shrimp Bends Death Lock," brandished his two guitars and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Unity! Unity!"

In the desert, a strong retired soccer player with a spade tattoo on his head was tossed high into the air by excited children, caught, and then thrown into the air again. Regardless of who it was, everyone was laughing and shouting with joy.

"Unite!"

In a New York alley, a handsome blond boxer named Ein, dressed in a red, white, and blue striped American flag uniform, removed his boxing gloves and extended his hand to the mohawk-haired thieves and robbers he had just knocked down.

Those who attacked him, trembling with tears streaming down their faces, grasped his hand, their once hateful faces and fierce expressions softening completely.

"Unity! Unity!"

The handsome, sickly noble boy, Alfredo, a fourteen-year-old who hated fighting more than anyone else, resolutely walked into the street and joined the countless people with the same expression on their faces, along with his sister.

"Roar roar roar oh—"

In a small town in the mountain region, a huge roar suddenly erupted. A giant imprisoned under the "VIRENIPROZEN," a facility secretly built beneath the town's stadium, had gone berserk.

The giant Libas, who caused more than 100 deaths and injuries and destroyed a town overnight, was captured by the army and executed 13 times but did not die. Archaeologists believe that he is the "incarnation of the devil" who destroyed the South American civilization more than a thousand years ago. At this moment, he awakens from his long slumber.

One man destroyed a nation and annihilated an ancient civilization. The demonic incarnation of the Arhat Benevolent King Fist, which has a history of five thousand years, roared and wept. The chains, as thick as a normal person's waist, rattled under his struggles.

The scientists guarding the giant knew better than anyone how terrifying it was, but they exchanged a glance and finally made a decision—"Release it!"

Not as a developer of biological weapons, but as someone who makes a decision in relation to humanity.

Although the demon Libas can speak multiple languages ​​and use martial arts, his intelligence is like that of a child, and he is unpredictable. No one knows what will happen to him after he escapes.

Those who silently awaited their impending death heard only a deafening roar, perfectly aligned with the voice within their hearts—"Unity!"

Different places, different languages, but everyone can tell from the other person's eyes that the other person shares the same beliefs.

The Earth is burning fiercely, icebergs are melting, sea levels are rising every minute and every second, and the average temperature is increasing by one degree every day, but no one feels much pain, and society is not in chaos.

Billions of people stopped harming each other, brought out their most delicious food and drinks from their homes, and for this brief time, they enjoyed the last moments before the arrival of the 21st century as if holding the grandest festival and banquet.

Such incredible situations are happening in every place and corner of the world.

In 199X, the world was devastated by nuclear bombs, but humanity did not perish. The appearance of one man brought people together and united them.

Because of him, because of them.

What the world was about to lose that day was taken back by powerful fists and an unbreakable heart.

The people who gather around them, regardless of ethnicity, race, or nationality, and who work together for a common ideal, are the ones who yearn for this...

The struggle finally subsided.

……

The will of Heaven decided to destroy humanity, but at the same time chose to save humanity from the world.

But it seems he did a better job than he imagined.

"Ohhhhhhh! Power is surging in!"

Jagi now looks like a Saiyan who has borrowed the energy of everyone on Earth and is ready to unleash a Spirit Bomb.

"Isn't this brainwashing?"

Shana was somewhat skeptical of this guy's methods. It was like finding a bald guy with mind control abilities and instantly controlling everyone in the world. That was nothing special.

Although her level of mastery of the Freedom Technique has greatly improved, she still finds it somewhat difficult to understand what kind of grand technique could possibly accomplish such a thing.

"Jackie! He's truly remarkable!"

The God of Punishment from the Crimson World floated up excitedly from the "Pendant" on Shana's chest. Perhaps because the two of them were of one mind and body, His consciousness also came here from another world.

If we're talking about "great people" who "change the world," then no one is more qualified to be called "great" than Jagi at this moment.

Having lived through countless years, Alastor never imagined that the passerby who had seen the other world could accomplish such a feat that even he admired.

Oh, Jacques, nobody knows how great he was!

"There are many people smiling, so I think that must be true."

Jagi's gaze seemed to penetrate infinite time and space, seeing what was happening on Earth. The unmoving Jupiter in the zenith, unchanging for eternity, seemed to be hidden within his eyes.

Yukari Yakumo has already transmitted the blueprints for the "weather control weapon" through a gap to the country in the East that was the first to restore order. If all goes well, the world's climate can be restored within 48 hours...

The spirits and deities resurrected from history and mythology smiled at him and then disappeared.

Therefore, Jia Jiye understood that the world no longer needed him at this moment.

So, he could finally embrace his victory... Leaning back, giving a thumbs up, striking a 45-degree pose, he extended an invitation to everyone present.

"Friends! Let's go for barbecue tonight!"

(End of this chapter)