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While Luo Fei was still pondering why a fleet approaching a Western-level civilization had arrived, the system's voice did not stop abruptly as usual, but continued to ring out.

The Type II civilization that launched the probe was discovered and destroyed by the Karda civilization 50,000 years ago.

Luo Fei lay on the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Therefore, the receiver of that probe eventually fell into the hands of the Karda civilization."

Yes. The Caldar civilization received all the data sent back by the probes, including the precise coordinates of Earth and an assessment of its civilization level.

Luo Fei repeatedly pondered these words in his mind: Blue Star's civilization level was not even at level one, while the enemy's fleet was already close to level two, a difference of nearly three major levels between the two.

This is no longer a simple generational gap, but a dimensional divide.

It's like a primitive man wielding a wooden stick, facing off against a modern army driving main battle tanks.

This is not a question of "whether we can win," but rather a question of "whether the other side is willing to spend the time to take action."

He sat up, leaned against the headboard, rubbed his face, and got up to wash.

After finishing breakfast, Li Xiulan cleaned up the dishes.

Chu Yue hasn't arrived yet.

Zhao Lin moved a chair and sat under the eaves, holding her phone and seemingly scrolling through short videos. The corners of her mouth occasionally turned up slightly, probably because she had seen something interesting.

Luo Fei walked into the courtyard, took out his phone, and dialed Director Qin's number.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"Little Luo, so early?"

Luo Fei said, "Director Qin, could you please issue a notice? This morning at 10:00 AM, I will be giving the first broadcast of the entire Blue Star event in the conference room. Please inform all countries and departments in the Dragon Kingdom, and notify all platforms to prepare in advance."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Director Qin's voice became serious.

"What will be the content of the premiere? You need to give me some idea so I can report to my superiors and communicate with other countries. You suddenly announced a planet-wide premiere; there must be a reason, right?"

Luo Fei simply said, "We'll find out when the time comes."

He planned to have all of humanity watch it at that time and explain things clearly all at once.

Director Qin remained silent for a moment on the other end of the phone.

He didn't press further, only saying one word: "Okay."

The phone hangs up.

Director Qin sat in his office for a few seconds, holding his phone.

He stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the Kyoto sky. The sky was very blue, with a few white clouds drifting slowly by.

He dialed the first number—Old Master Long's office.

The call was answered by the secretary, who said that Mr. Long was processing documents.

Director Qin said, "There's an emergency that needs to be reported immediately." The secretary didn't ask any further questions and transferred the call.

Director Qin recounted Luo Fei's request verbatim, without adding his own judgment or guessing what Luo Fei was going to say; he simply stated the facts.

After he finished speaking, he waited for a response from the other end of the phone.

After a moment of contemplation, Elder Long's voice came through the receiver.

"Issue a public announcement. In the name of the Ministry of National Security of the Dragon Kingdom, notify all countries through diplomatic channels. At the same time, inform all major domestic platforms."

Director Qin replied, "Yes."

He hung up the phone and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

He typed much faster than usual because he didn't need to carefully consider his wording or tone.

The announcement was simple: At the request of General Luo Fei of our country, he will give a global premiere broadcast at 10:00 AM today. Media outlets and online platforms in various countries will broadcast the broadcast simultaneously. Specific details will be announced at the time of the premiere.

He checked for typos and then clicked send.

The email was sent to the embassies of various countries in China through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and was also copied to major media outlets and online platforms in China.

In less than ten minutes, the message was pushed out from the official account of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Dragon Kingdom, accompanied by a pure blue background image with only the time and a sentence written on it.

"The global premiere will begin at 10:00 AM today."

The news spread faster than the wind.

Social media in China exploded the moment the news broke, and the top trending topic quickly became "General Luo Fei's premiere at 10 PM," followed by a huge red "Explosive" character.

The comments section refreshed so fast it was like a waterfall; there was simply no time to read them all, and I could only catch a few here and there.

"Ten o'clock? It's not even nine o'clock yet, there's still an hour left."

"Can't wait! I watched the last premiere all day long!"

"What big move is General Luo planning this time?"

"Whatever they do, I'll support them!"

"I'm already seated in front of the computer, with a stool, sunflower seeds, and bottled water ready."

The exclusive premiere rooms on various platforms were opened more than an hour in advance, with the screens black and only a line of white countdown numbers on them.

The number of viewers skyrocketed from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, and then from hundreds of thousands to millions.

The screen was already flooded with comments, densely packed and completely obscuring the black screen.

In the White House press conference hall of the United States, the spokesperson is preparing for a routine press conference, with a script containing several questions and answers about domestic economic data.

An assistant pushed open the door and handed over a piece of paper, which was a notice that had just been received from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Dragon Kingdom.

After reading the article, the spokesperson stood still for several seconds before speaking, "Withdraw the article, and reschedule today's press conference."

He did not explain why.

Inside the Japanese office building, several people were gathered around a computer, looking at the announcement. Their expressions were not good.

What was he going to say? Nobody knew, but everyone was guessing.

Someone muttered under their breath, "What is he up to now?" with a barely concealed tremor in their voice.

Diplomatic channels in various countries sprang into action almost simultaneously. Ambassadors stationed in China called the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to inquire about the specific content of the premiere and the topics Luo Fei might be involved in. The operators at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs received ten times the usual number of calls that day; they were constantly on the phone, their ears burning hot, but no one complained.

Because they sensed something from those anxious, tentative, and cautious tones—those people were afraid.

The number of viewers on major domestic platforms in China surpassed 300 million by 9:30 PM. The countdown numbers on the screen were still ticking.

The screen was already flooded with comments, which gradually shifted from anticipation to speculation, and then from speculation to anxiety.

"Why hasn't it started yet?"

"Half an hour left."

"What exactly is General Luo trying to say?"

"Is there going to be another big operation?"

"Last time it was Taiwan, could it be some even more explosive news this time?"

"Is Japan going to sink?"

The lights were on in the Kyoto conference room, the curtains were drawn, and sunlight streamed in.

Luo Fei hadn't arrived yet, but Director Qin was already sitting inside, with a thermos in front of him. The lid wasn't tightened, and steam was seeping out from the gap.

Several mobile phones were neatly arranged on the table in front of him, each with a different live streaming platform open, and the same countdown page displayed on the screen.

Mr. Long's secretary called to say that Mr. Long would be watching the premiere in his office and wouldn't be coming over.

Director Qin replied "Okay" and hung up the phone.

9:15 PM.

Luo Fei still did not appear.

Director Qin picked up his phone to make the call, but then put it down after thinking about it.

He will come when he is supposed to; there's no point in urging him.

At 9:50, a figure suddenly appeared beside the conference table. Director Qin turned his head.

Luo Fei stood by the table, not wearing a military uniform, with no expression on his face.

He walked in and sat down opposite Director Qin.

Director Qin looked into Luo Fei's eyes, his lips moved as if he wanted to ask, "What exactly do you want to say?", but in the end he swallowed the words back, because he knew that asking would be pointless.

He pushed a cell phone on the table toward Luo Fei; the countdown on the screen showed about eight minutes left.

Luo Fei stared at the fluctuating numbers without saying a word.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table, not out of nervousness, but to silently count the time, waiting for the numbers to reach zero.

The eyes of the entire planet were now focused on the upcoming premiere.

Some people thought they would hear news about Taiwan.

Some people thought they would hear news about Japanese chickens.

Some people also expected to hear about the economy, technology, military, or politics.

Only Luo Fei knew that what he was about to say was far more important than any of this, important enough to encompass every piece of land, every ocean, and every person on this planet.

It is so important that it makes the conflicts between nations, the divisions between races, and the differences between religions seem insignificant.

9:59.

The countdown has one minute left.

Luo Fei took out the broadcast ball from his ring. The silver-white ball hovered above his palm and slowly rotated.

He said, "Xiao Wan, are you ready? All platforms across the entire planet will be connected simultaneously."

Xiao Wan's confident voice came from the broadcast sphere: "We can start anytime, Captain. Ten seconds left in the countdown."

The sphere hovers about ten centimeters above the tabletop, steady and stable, without floating or wobbling.

10 o'clock sharp.

The countdown has reached zero.

The screens on all platforms on Earth—television stations, online premieres, and social media—switched simultaneously. Luo Fei's face appeared on the black screen.

He sat in a chair in the conference room, a white wall behind him, sunlight streaming in through the window and falling on his shoulders. There were no prepared remarks, no teleprompter, and no other aids in front of him.

He spoke, and the first broadcast sent his voice to every corner of the world, so clear it was as if someone were whispering in his ear.

"Everyone, today's premiere is to tell the entire planet Earth something."

He paused for a moment, then looked directly at the camera.

"One hundred days from now, the alien civilization's fleet will arrive on Earth."

In the White House press conference hall of the United States, the spokesperson is preparing for a routine press conference, with a script containing several questions and answers about domestic economic data.

An assistant pushed open the door and handed over a piece of paper, which was a notice that had just been received from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Dragon Kingdom.

After reading the article, the spokesperson stood still for several seconds before speaking, "Withdraw the article, and reschedule today's press conference."

He did not explain why.

Inside the Japanese office building, several people were gathered around a computer, looking at the announcement. Their expressions were not good.

What was he going to say? Nobody knew, but everyone was guessing.

Someone muttered under their breath, "What is he up to now?" with a barely concealed tremor in their voice.

Diplomatic channels in various countries sprang into action almost simultaneously. Ambassadors stationed in China called the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to inquire about the specific content of the premiere and the topics Luo Fei might be involved in. The operators at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs received ten times the usual number of calls that day; they were constantly on the phone, their ears burning hot, but no one complained.

Because they sensed something from those anxious, tentative, and cautious tones—those people were afraid.

The number of viewers on major domestic platforms in China surpassed 300 million by 9:30 PM. The countdown numbers on the screen were still ticking.

The screen was already flooded with comments, which gradually shifted from anticipation to speculation, and then from speculation to anxiety.

"Why hasn't it started yet?"

"Half an hour left."

"What exactly is General Luo trying to say?"

"Is there going to be another big operation?"

"Last time it was Taiwan, could it be some even more explosive news this time?"

"Is Japan going to sink?"

The lights were on in the Kyoto conference room, the curtains were drawn, and sunlight streamed in.

Luo Fei hadn't arrived yet, but Director Qin was already sitting inside, with a thermos in front of him. The lid wasn't tightened, and steam was seeping out from the gap.

Several mobile phones were neatly arranged on the table in front of him, each with a different live streaming platform open, and the same countdown page displayed on the screen.

Mr. Long's secretary called to say that Mr. Long would be watching the premiere in his office and wouldn't be coming over.

Director Qin replied "Okay" and hung up the phone.

9:15 PM.

Luo Fei still did not appear.

Director Qin picked up his phone to make the call, but then put it down after thinking about it.

He will come when he is supposed to; there's no point in urging him.

At 9:50, a figure suddenly appeared beside the conference table. Director Qin turned his head.

Luo Fei stood by the table, not wearing a military uniform, with no expression on his face.

He walked in and sat down opposite Director Qin.

Director Qin looked into Luo Fei's eyes, his lips moved as if he wanted to ask, "What exactly do you want to say?", but in the end he swallowed the words back, because he knew that asking would be pointless.

He pushed a cell phone on the table toward Luo Fei; the countdown on the screen showed about eight minutes left.

Luo Fei stared at the fluctuating numbers without saying a word.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table, not out of nervousness, but to silently count the time, waiting for the numbers to reach zero.

The eyes of the entire planet were now focused on the upcoming premiere.

Some people thought they would hear news about Taiwan.

Some people thought they would hear news about Japanese chickens.

Some people also expected to hear about the economy, technology, military, or politics.

Only Luo Fei knew that what he was about to say was far more important than any of this, important enough to encompass every piece of land, every ocean, and every person on this planet.

It is so important that it makes the conflicts between nations, the divisions between races, and the differences between religions seem insignificant.

9:59.

The countdown has one minute left.

Luo Fei took out the broadcast ball from his ring. The silver-white ball hovered above his palm and slowly rotated.

He said, "Xiao Wan, are you ready? All platforms across the entire planet will be connected simultaneously."

Xiao Wan's confident voice came from the broadcast sphere: "We can start anytime, Captain. Ten seconds left in the countdown."

The sphere hovers about ten centimeters above the tabletop, steady and stable, without floating or wobbling.

10 o'clock sharp.

The countdown has reached zero.

The screens on all platforms on Earth—television stations, online premieres, and social media—switched simultaneously. Luo Fei's face appeared on the black screen.

He sat in a chair in the conference room, a white wall behind him, sunlight streaming in through the window and falling on his shoulders. There were no prepared remarks, no teleprompter, and no other aids in front of him.

He spoke, and the first broadcast sent his voice to every corner of the world, so clear it was as if someone were whispering in his ear.

"Everyone, today's premiere is to tell the entire planet Earth something."

He paused for a moment, then looked directly at the camera.

"One hundred days from now, the alien civilization's fleet will arrive on Earth."