I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

There's no dispute about this; everyone thinks so.

If the higher-level officials don't intervene, they still have a chance, albeit a slim one...

"Before that, I have something I'd like to ask, Zi Mo." The Chinese leader looked kindly at Yan Zi Mo, who had remained silent since the beginning of the meeting.

"Ok?"

Startled by being called out suddenly, Yan Ziming straightened up and said, "I'm here."

The Chinese leader seemed to see the shadow of that person in her, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Regarding the sequence level, I'd like to ask your current opinion on them, specifically... whether they will personally get involved in this conflict?"

Having roughly understood what the Chinese leaders wanted to say, Yan Ziming said solemnly, "In this matter, those at the Sequence level will absolutely not personally participate, that's for sure."

There was an uproar.

"How can you be so sure?" someone questioned.

"Actually, this is similar to an unspoken rule. As you all know, the strongest among us humans is not the ninth rank, nor Yan Shan, but a powerful being who transcends the ninth rank and all the sequence levels. Note that it is 'all'. That person is my teacher. Her very existence restricts the actions of the sequence level. This is a test of us by the sequence level, a test within the rules of the game."

Then, Yan Ziming summarized everything in one sentence: "In short, the strongest combat force we can deploy is at the ninth level, and the strongest combat force they can deploy is only at the SSS level, that's it."

The Chinese leader nodded in satisfaction: "How about it, everyone? Without the involvement of those at the rank of rank 1, we don't need to have so many reservations, right?"

"If that's the case, then there's still a slight possibility..."

"Perhaps it's worth a try..."

"But the question is, how do we stop it?"

"Stop what? You can't stop it!" Ransek said irritably.

"What do you mean?" Yevgeny frowned.

"What else could it mean? Do you think we can stop them even if the Sequence-level forces don't intervene? They don't even need to inform us; they can just occupy that land and we won't get a single word from them. We'll still be living our lives as usual. Why? The reason is simple: we can't reach the African region at all. Don't forget, that area is already a Crimson-level territory! A Crimson-level territory!"

Lansink argued logically, "Whether to accept or not is simply a matter of saving face."

"..."

"Did you see that Tyrant and the Reaper? That's clearly the prelude to their advancement to the Sequence level. There are over thirty SSS-level creatures, and I believe that's not all of them. Everyone, how many ninth-tier creatures do we have?"

"Looking at it from another angle, if they all gathered in Africa, the benefits to us would be obvious."

"You mean we should just give up?" Yan Ziming asked coldly.

Luther somewhat agreed with Ransek's point of view:

"Don't rush to object. Putting aside whether we are only concerned with short-term gains, the key point is that we are already far from being able to effectively manage the African region. Even if we take some action, it will only have a superficial effect, and the fish will still gather in Africa."

"We...have no choice..."

74. Offering help in times of need

"Do we have no other choice...?"

In Sky City, Yan Ziming sat in the same spot as before, all alone.

During the meeting just now, the parties engaged in heated discussions and were roughly divided into two factions.

—The pessimistic faction, led by the West, advocates "taking a step back to broaden horizons" in order to reduce pressure from surrounding regions.

Another faction, led by China and Russia, is the radical faction that wants to thwart the plans of the mutated species.

Unfortunately, due to the lack of a practical solution, the situation remained deadlocked, and another meeting was held in an hour.

But if no good solutions come out at the next meeting, the only option left is to take a step back and let things take their course.

Yan Ziming stomped her foot in frustration; she was absolutely unwilling to let it end like this.

The Skeleton Hunter is still alive, and Yan Zimo must defeat it. The Tyrant is also alive, and there's no reason for him to be let off the hook either.

These two are the culprits who caused his uncle to end up like this, and Yan Ziming has a reason to kill them.

From the moment Yan Shan got into trouble, Yan Zi Mo had made a vow to eliminate the two of them in his lifetime.

However, if their plan succeeds and they manage to unite as a group in Africa, then this grudge will be truly difficult to avenge.

After all, she had to consider the overall impact of her every move. If the mutated species succeeded in their plan, and she continued to recklessly go deep into Africa to kill, the consequences would be borne by the whole world.

Yan Ziming made a "woo-woo" sound in anger, still maintaining her previous childlike appearance, which looked quite cute.

But only those who know her well know that she is really furious right now.

"Seriously! Why can't they understand? This isn't just about losing Africa; the consequences are far greater!"

On the other side, Mu Mu's communication with Huang Tao and the others was similar.

"Sigh... This can't go on forever. Maybe in a few years we'll be reaping the bitter consequences of letting things go unchecked."

Huang Tao sighed, feeling worried about the future of humanity.

"Heh, this is when they truly reveal their short-sighted political motives," Mu Mu sneered.

In Western countries, presidential elections typically involve lengthy speeches with promises such as "If elected, I will reduce tariffs and do my utmost to create jobs." Once elected, presidents often diligently fulfill these campaign promises in an effort to secure re-election.

It was all a political stunt.

However, the reality is not so rosy.

These election promises may seem appealing and beneficial to the people, but some of them go against the country's development process and are not in line with the national sentiment. If they are forcibly promoted, they will inevitably leave behind a lot of messes and create hidden dangers for the country.

And the way Western countries deal with this mess is quite simple.

—Leave it to the next government to handle.

This is a completely irresponsible act, utterly disregarding the impact on the country as a whole. All he cares about is fulfilling his election promises and becoming a great man who will be remembered in history, while leaving the mess he leaves behind to others to clean up.

The most ridiculous thing is that a president of a certain country, as soon as he takes office, overturns all the efforts made by the previous president, the policies implemented, and the international organizations he joined, making the world laugh and cry.

Simply put, it means—after I step down, who cares about the raging floods?

Given this, most Western policies lack foresight, focusing only on immediate interests (to secure election or re-election), taking things one step at a time, and rarely considering policies that take into account the next ten, twenty, or even thirty years.

"Unfortunately, we don't have any good solutions either... It's quite ironic," Qin Tianhai said self-deprecatingly.

"Our disadvantage lies in intelligence. We don't know which specific sequence levels are behind them, or how many there are. Otherwise, it would be easier to make a decision."

Overwhelming information disadvantage.

"Hmm?" Mu Mu's starry eyes suddenly flickered.

Isn't there someone right next to them who can answer this question?

.........

Let's ask Xian'er for her opinion.

Yan Ziming sighed, preparing to ask Liu Mengxian for her opinion, but as she was about to move, the rustling sound from the grass beside her made her sigh again.

Walking over and parting the bushes, Yan Ziming looked at the little girl in front of him, who was almost as tall as him, or even a centimeter or two taller, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"You look so approachable right now, it makes me feel really close to you."

Si Mo leaned closer and smelled Yan Zi Mo. She felt that even her scent had changed after she turned into a young girl, now carrying a rich, creamy fragrance.

He couldn't help but hug her.

"Ugh...it itches...what are you doing!"

Yan Ziming tried to push her away, but she couldn't possibly be stronger than Si Mo, and was held tightly to her body.

Two adorable little girls who look almost identical are snuggling together here, creating a beautiful scene.

"You're so annoying! If you have nothing else to say, let go of me!" Yan Ziming looked unwilling, almost as if he wanted to use lightning to loosen Si Mo's muscles.

Si Mo breathed into her ear, "We can give you some information that can break this deadlock~~ How about it? Do you still want us to let go?"

"...This is only once, so hurry up and tell me." After weighing the options carefully, Yan Ziming finally accepted.

"Hmph~~" Si Mo pressed Yan Zi Mo down on the lawn, straddled her waist, and said, "What do you want to ask?"

"Sequence level, how many have responded to the summons?"

"I'm not entirely sure about that... but I can give you a general range, and it's absolutely reliable!"

Sisi held up five slender fingers, "Absolutely no more than five."

"That's more than enough, isn't it?" Yan Ziming complained.

"The Skeleton Hunters and the Tyrant are definitely there, as well as that mantis shrimp, plus the Sequence-class units that are already entrenched in Africa, that's about the number."

"We can tell you that those SSS-level units are mostly their entire strength, and some of them may even have been temporarily recruited. The number of SSS-level units is not as many as you imagine, nor are they as united as you see them."

"Are all of these true?" Yan Ziming asked excitedly.

"Hey~~ Of course it's true, so how about it? Shouldn't you thank us properly?"

Si Mo leaned down, pressing her entire body against Yan Zi Mo's, her small hands already slipping inside her clothes, feeling the smooth skin beneath...

"Looks like you've taken good care of yourself~" Si Mo's big eyes narrowed into crescent shapes.

"Get up now that you're done with the checkup."

Yan Ziming slapped away the hand that was lingering on his lower abdomen and waist, and sat up expressionlessly.