Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The news of the confirmed meteorite spread like wildfire.

The next morning, the capital city was in an uproar.

Countless people flooded the streets, the palace, the government buildings, and the science and technology research institutes.

They held up signs, chanted slogans, and questioned the same thing.

"Was that meteorite real?!"

"Does the Empire know?!"

"Why didn't you tell us?!"

A young goblin in overalls rushed to the entrance of the research institute and grabbed the guard by the collar:

"What are you all researching all day? How to keep it from us?!"

The security guard was at a loss: "I...I'm just a gatekeeper, I don't know either..."

"You don't know? Your research institute gets so much funding every year, and this is all you've researched?"

"No, I didn't spend the money. I only get a three-thousand-yuan salary a month, what would I know!"

After saying this, the gatekeeper became increasingly angry and decided to join the rioting crowd.

The crowd grew larger and larger.

Some people started smashing things, some pushed and shoved the guards, and some knelt on the ground and wailed.

"Damn it! Only five years left... my daughter is only three years old!"

"My shop just opened, and I still have 30 years of mortgage payments to make..."

"Liars! They're all liars!"

A middle-aged female goblin, holding a child, knelt in the center of the square, crying out to the heavens, "God! Are you really God? Please save us!"

Someone nearby sneered, "Now you believe in God? Didn't you used to say that technology was paramount and that God was just superstition?"

"I don't care! I'll believe in anything as long as it saves my child!"

More people knelt down and began to pray.

Some people murmured the name "N'Zoth," some simply kowtowed, and some cried and cursed at the same time.

But many people insist on not believing it.

"Maybe it's an alien conspiracy!" A young goblin wearing thick glasses waved his arms.

"Those projections, those data, they're all fake! It's hypnosis! It's a collective hallucination!"

"You say it's fake? Even old man Krim from the astronomical observatory said it's fake?"

"Krim? That old madman who got kicked out? You can believe what he says?"

"Go see for yourself! The data he measured is exactly the same as what that god said!"

Arguments, cries, curses, and prayers mingled together, plunging the entire imperial city into unprecedented chaos.

This chaos wasn't limited to the capital city; the goblins were technologically advanced, and news spread very quickly.

Other major cities were also attacked by the crowds, and as the news continued to spread, more and more cities experienced riots.

Lynn stood atop the clock tower, looking down at the bustling imperial city below.

More and more people are leaving their homes and joining the riots.

Flames soared into the sky on the distant streets.

Some people were burning cars, some were smashing shops, and some were fighting each other.

He raised his gaze and looked into the distance.

In the direction of the steel city, the sky was stained gray-black by thick smoke.

From the direction of the steam fortress, the factory's whistles were blaring wildly, their sounds mournful and piercing.

From the direction of Gear Town, the flickering flames of an explosion could be faintly seen.

The goblins' technology is indeed advanced.

The news spread across the entire planet within just a few hours via television, radio, and the internet.

Every city, every town, every village is experiencing the same chaos right now.

Riots, panic, despair, anger.

Lynn's lips curled up slightly.

This is exactly what he wanted to see.

He slowly closed his eyes, and his spiritual power spread in all directions like a tide.

Those feelings of panic, desperate cries, and angry curses, like countless invisible threads, wove together into a huge net in his perception.

Goblins—the destined race of this world.

Hundreds of billions of individuals are currently gripped by unprecedented panic.

This is enough.

Lynn's spiritual power continued to sink, penetrating the earth, piercing the crust, and entering that hazy space deep within the world.

The will of the world is there.

The blurry light was dimmer than when I last saw it, and it was trembling violently.

The light strips representing the rules were also trembling, emitting a faint, mournful sound.

It sensed it.

The collective panic of the Destiny Race finally triggered this sluggish instinctive mechanism.

It began to realize that a crisis was approaching and that catastrophe was imminent.

Those creatures it has protected for countless years are struggling on the brink of death.

But the world's will doesn't know what to do.

It's just instinct; it has no wisdom or ability to think.

It can only tremble and wail.

Lynn opened his eyes and withdrew his mental energy.

It's not cooked enough.

The goblins are still in a state of confusion; some believe him, some don't, and some are still struggling.

It will take time for them to develop a genuine faith.

Panic needs to be calmed, despair needs to be deepened, and hope needs to be highlighted.

And he will be that only hope.

When panic settles into despair, when despair gives birth to faith, when faith gathers into a mighty torrent...

At that time, the world's will will truly take notice of him.

A savior worshipped by the Chosen Race, an existence capable of saving the world.

At that time, it will actively unleash the power of the world to help him stabilize this world on the verge of collapse.

And all he had to do was wait.

...

The palace balcony.

The emperor stood on the edge of the balcony, looking down at the dark mass of people below.

The crowds stretched from the palace square to the ends of several main streets, filling every alleyway and every rooftop.

The heads were densely packed together like a surging ocean, with countless eyes staring at him.

Some people were crying and shouting, some were cursing, some were holding up signs, and some were waving their fists.

His face was grim, but he still maintained the majesty of an emperor.

Five key ministers stood behind him, each with a solemn expression.

The imperial city has the most advanced defense system, so there's no need to worry about unarmed civilians storming in.

Those magic crystal cannons and electromagnetic shielding nets are not just for show.

But at this moment, what's really giving him a headache isn't the imperial city.

Urgent reports kept coming through the communicator:

Riots have broken out in the Steel City, with residents storming the city hall; seventeen people have died.

The Steam Fortress factory has ceased operations, and workers have occupied the factory grounds, demanding an explanation from the Empire.

A bloody clash occurred in Geartown, with guards opening fire and at least thirty people injured or killed.

The Furnace City power plant was destroyed, plunging the entire city into darkness with a power outage.

Tens of thousands of people gathered around the energy hub, attempting to break into the core area...

News is still coming in.

More and more cities are rioting, and the sparks are starting to spread like wildfire.

The emperor closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

That "god" exposed the empire's three-year-long secret with just one sentence.

With riots erupting in the city and no explanation given to the people, the empire will collapse before the meteorite arrives.

He must stand up.

"Your Majesty, you cannot go out," the Minister of Industry said in a low voice, his voice trembling. "The crowd has already spiraled out of control. What if..."

"What if what?" The emperor turned to look at him, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"What if they kill me? That would be perfect, then I wouldn't have to worry about what will happen in five years."

He took a deep breath and stepped toward the edge of the balcony.

"Is the publicity department ready?"

"Ready, Your Majesty."

An official jogged over and bent down to answer.

"All channels have been switched in, and your speech will be synchronized across screens worldwide."

The emperor nodded, stood in front of the balcony railing, and looked down at the surging sea of ​​people below.

He raised his hands.

The crowd saw him.

"The emperor has arrived!"

"Emperor! Give us an explanation!"

"Is the meteorite real?!"

"Why didn't you tell us!"

The sound surged in like a tidal wave, with countless mouths shouting simultaneously, creating a deafening roar.

The emperor did not move.

He stood there quietly, raising his hands to signal for silence.

The propaganda official turned on the camera equipment, and the red indicator light lit up.

At this moment, all the television screens, radio channels, and street screens in the goblin world switched to the emperor's image.

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