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On the global internet, netizens exclaimed in surprise.

In the footage, Gravik coldly looks down at the camera.

I am Gravik, the supreme leader of the Skrull Empire, and the true ruler of your so-called Federation of Humans.

He openly admitted his identity, shattering the unrealistic fantasies of the last remaining group of people who refused to believe it.

"Long ago, we crossed the sea of ​​stars to come to this planet."

Gravik feigned regret.

"We originally came with the sincerity of peace and with the great vision of common development and prosperity with mankind."

"We could have helped you advance your technology and led you to interstellar civilization."

"Unfortunately..." Gravik's eyes gradually turned cold. "You humans are too narrow-minded and too foolish. You cannot understand our greatness, and you repay our blessings with riots and suspicion."

"Since your minds cannot comprehend the goodwill we bring, then I will have no choice but to use the only language you can understand—the purest form of power—to make you comprehend..."

"...What insurmountable chasm exists between you inferior beings and the great Skrull civilization!"

Gravik walked to the front of the camera, his mouth agape, revealing an extremely arrogant smile.

"Don't you like playing the hero? Well, I'll give you a chance..."

"Humans, listen up."

"I want to play a game with you."

He raised his hand and pointed to the billions of viewers outside the screen.

"You can call it... the Skrull Game!"

"I picked a nice place on that separate continent in the Southern Hemisphere."

"Australia, the Nullarbor Plain. It is vast enough to serve as a graveyard for the hopes of all mankind."

Gravik's voice was flippant and arrogant.

"I built a ring there."

"The rules of the game are very simple. I'll be waiting for you in that arena."

"You may try to kill me in any way you wish. Send your most elite troops, use your deadliest weapons. Or..."

He deliberately drew out his words, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "...Send out those superheroes you're so proud of. Whether it's one, a hundred, or a thousand, you can send them all out."

"I'm here alone, waiting for all of you in this arena."

"But there are always consequences in games." Gravik held up one finger. "Every time you fail, I will launch a fatal attack on a human city."

"And there are only two ways to end this game..."

"First, kill me. If you can do that, the Skrulls will immediately withdraw from this planet and return Earth to you intact."

"Second, abandon all futile resistance and discard your pathetic illusions. All humanity, including America and the Eastern Kingdom, which are still putting up a last-ditch resistance, must surrender unconditionally."

Gravik picked up a metal chip no bigger than a fingernail.

"And then you voluntarily accept having this chip bomb implanted in your heads..."

"Put your life and death entirely in our hands. This is the only way for you, as a defeated race, to survive."

"The first game is scheduled for 9 a.m. tomorrow."

"I'll wait for you."

The signal was then cut off, and the world fell into a brief silence.

……

Immediately afterwards, an uproar erupted!

The roaring sound reverberated in every corner of the earth.

"Has this green-skinned bastard gone mad?! Who does he think he is? Wot has hundreds of superheroes! He wants to take on hundreds of them all by himself? There's a limit to arrogance!"

"That's right! As soon as Walter gets involved, those heroes will definitely beat him to a pulp!"

"This is definitely a trap!" a military blogger with a million followers calmly analyzed on Twitter. "That Glavik isn't stupid. The fact that he dared to stand alone on an open plain and challenge all of humanity means he was absolutely prepared. He probably wants to lure all of Vought's superheroes away and then wipe them all out!"

Another highly-rated comment offered a different perspective: "Didn't you understand the situation? The Skrulls are scared! Rebel groups are springing up all over the world, and they simply can't suppress them with their small numbers. Gravik is bluffing; he's trying to buy time or scare us off with this gamble!"

"Superheroes, don't fall for it! Don't go to that ring!"

"But what if they don't go, and he actually blows up a city? My home is in London!"

Opinions were divided, and a dark cloud hung over everyone's head.

Meanwhile, resistance organizations and underground armed groups scattered around the world also issued the same order.

"Suspend all offensive plans, everyone take cover and wait for the right opportunity."

Wait for America and Donggu's reaction, wait for the Water Group's reaction.

……

There are less than twelve hours left until the deadline set by Gravik.

Washington, D.C., Strategic Command Center.

Before him, several huge holographic screens displayed the faces of several decision-makers from the Eastern Ancient Kingdom.

"President Ellis, our satellites have confirmed that Gravik has indeed arrived at the Narab Plains alone," a general from the Eastern Kingdom said in a deep voice.

"Are you sure you don't want to send out the heroes from Pirates?"

"Walter's superheroes are indeed powerful, but they're not soldiers. They're too easily bound by heroism and moral codes," Ellis said coldly. "That Glavik wants to play a gladiator game in front of the whole world. He wants to humiliate humanity in front of the entire world. But we don't need to follow his rules at all."

"Completely agree." The Eastern decision-maker on the other end of the screen nodded slightly. "The Nullarbor Plain is a desolate area spanning thousands of kilometers, devoid of any civilians. It is a perfect strategic strike zone."

"Back then, we destroyed the Chitauri mothership with a single nuclear bomb during the Battle of New York. Today, the same method can vaporize this arrogant Skrull!" The Secretary of Defense next to Ellis slammed his fist on the table and said angrily.

"As long as Gravik is dead." President Ellis nodded; this was exactly the answer he wanted. "We don't expect the Skrulls to obediently evacuate Earth as he promised. Not a single word of those liars can be trusted."

"However! The Skrulls have lost their leader, and they will inevitably fall into a period of chaos and leaderlessness."

"At that time..." President Ellis clenched his fist, "we'll then have Vought release those T-Sentinel robots, catching them completely off guard! We'll annihilate these alien invaders in one fell swoop and regain control of Earth!"

The plan sounded perfect, and most importantly, it was spearheaded by the president himself.

If successful, the honor of saving the world will largely belong to you; just thinking about it is wonderful.