Reborn Before the Apocalypse: My Backing is the Nation

Chapter 127 Civilized Public Memorial Ceremony
As if a cycle had begun, and he had died and been reborn in an instant, he opened his eyes again without feeling any passage of time.

The stretcher slowly emerged, and Professor Li Xianglong, wearing a white coat, along with a group of medical and hibernation experts, looked at him with concern, just as he had before losing consciousness.

"Comrade Jiang Yang, how are you feeling?"

After carefully sensing the changes in himself, Jiang Yang murmured, "Apart from feeling a bit like a mild cold, with aches and fatigue, everything else is fine."

Uh, did something go wrong? What happened? When does hibernation start?

Professor Li Xianglong smiled and said, "This hibernation has ended."

Fifty days have passed, and we have proactively awakened all of you.

Jiang Yang was stunned for a moment.

Fifty days... has it all just passed like that?

Although Jiang Yang had already gained a general understanding of the feeling of hibernation through Professor Li Xianglong's explanation before hibernation, he was still somewhat taken aback when it actually happened to him.

"Oh, it's been 50 days already..."

All 100 hibernators were taken to the rest room to receive intravenous nutrition and hyperbaric oxygen therapy to aid their recovery.

An hour later, the slight discomfort had completely subsided, and everyone returned to a conference room.

A staff member wearing the World Government emblem—a symbol of unity among hundreds of countries and people of three skin colors with a simplified version of the globe as the background and three hands clasped together in yellow, black, and white on the front—entered the conference hall.

World Government staff?
A flicker of curiosity crossed Jiang Yang's mind: "The World Government was only established 50 days ago. There must be a lot of opposition from both inside and outside the country. I wonder what the situation is like now."

The staff member first bowed to the hibernators below before saying, "I have been appointed by the World Government Council to invite you all to attend the first meeting of the World Government Council."

During this meeting, the World Government Council, consisting of 406 members, will elect members of the World Government Decision-Making Committee and announce a series of major decisions after the election.

Now, please follow me.

The convoy was ready and took the hibernators to an airport, where they transferred to planes and then to cars, finally entering a bustling city.

While still en route and far from the World Tower, Jiang Yang saw guards every three steps and sentries every five steps on the streets, and helicopters and drones circling everywhere in the sky, with security extremely tight.

At first, there were relatively few people on both sides of the road. But as Jiang Yang got closer to the World Building, he saw people of different skin colors, ages, genders and clothing who were blocked outside the main road.

They seemed to be shouting something. After a moment's effort to decipher it, Jiang Yang's expression turned serious.

"Give me my freedom!"

"We vow to defend the integrity of our nation to the death!"

"Oppose the World Government!"

Amidst waves of shouts, the crowd surged forward. The guards, however, stood like an unbreakable dam, keeping the entire crowd at bay.

Jiang Yang murmured, "The opposition is actually that strong?"

Sun Changhe remained calm: "Nobody likes a world government suddenly appearing above their country and governing them."

"Unfortunately, we cannot disclose the doomsday scenario to the public yet."

Sun Changhe smiled but remained silent.

Under tight security, the convoy entered the World Government compound, specifically the area known as the World Building. After disembarking, they were guided by staff to the main conference hall.

The conference hall was bustling with people. The most central 400 seats were occupied by members of the council representing all countries in the world.

The hibernators were seated next to the council members, at the same level. Following them were the media section, the spectator section, and so on, totaling over 2000 seats. Jiang Yang looked closely and noticed that about a quarter of the 400-plus seats in the council section were occupied by familiar Chinese faces.

That feeling of emotion welled up in my heart once again.

"Team Leader Tong, Team Leader Zhao, and all the heroes who sacrificed themselves, fought and gave their all for this apocalypse... Do you see? It is because of your sacrifices and contributions that our compatriots can hold such a significant place here..."

In a solemn and respectful atmosphere, under the guidance of the host, the voting for the members of the World Government decision-making group began.

Mr. Locke sat in the council seat, not in a hurry to cast his vote, but looked at the president not far away.

Coincidentally, the president's gaze also fell upon him.

Their eyes met briefly before they looked away, each letting out a soft sigh.

At this moment, Mr. Locke felt a great deal of resentment and anger.

He looked at the flag of his country placed in front of his seat, and a feeling of sorrow for its misfortune and anger at its lack of resistance slowly welled up within him.

He wanted to stand up and leave, wanting to publicly reveal his truest thoughts.

What world government? Go play by yourselves, I can't be bothered with you.

But he quickly suppressed this emotion.

As a seasoned politician, he knew that the current situation had already been set long before this meeting, no, before the World Government was announced, or even earlier.

Only in this way, it must be so.

The voting took place in a solemn atmosphere and ended quickly.

Finally, the 12-member list of the World Government decision-making team appeared on the big screen.

Seeing that three of the names were Chinese, making up a quarter of the total, Jiang Yang nodded secretly.

Compared to Chinese names, the other most numerous are only two. Furthermore, not only are Chinese names the most numerous, but one of them even ranks first on the list of 12 people.

The next moment, a barrage of flashes came from the cameras, and the 12 names were instantly broadcast to the world.

Amid thunderous applause, the 12 newly elected members of the decision-making committee stepped forward and took their seats behind the stage.

The president looked at the number one decision-maker beside him, a man with an Asian face, black hair, and black eyes.

"congratulations."

The president smiled and said calmly, "The future belongs to you."

His voice was calm, seemingly devoid of much emotion. But anyone who heard it could sense the complex emotions behind his words.

The decision-maker smiled and shook his head.

"No, the future belongs not only to us, but also to you, to everyone on this blue planet, regardless of skin color, age, gender, profession, or nationality..."

"For all of us."

The president's expression remained unchanged, revealing no emotion whatsoever, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.

The decision-maker then shifted his gaze to the council members in the hall, as well as the numerous media reporters and spectators.

"I hereby solemnly declare that the first thing to do after the formal establishment of the World Government is to hold a civilized public memorial for the heroes who bravely sacrificed their lives in the fight against the apocalypse and in the process of saving civilization!"

(End of this chapter)