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Within a second of those words being uttered, the global public opinion landscape felt as if a nuclear bomb had been dropped on it.

The comment section of the official Dragon Kingdom channel crashed the server.

Almost at the same moment the speech ended, military bases of Western allied countries received orders to assemble, and the aircraft carrier group, which had initially retreated due to the pressure relief measures in the restricted area, turned around again.

In the Pacific Ocean, twelve carrier battle groups cut across the water from different directions, the roar of carrier-based aircraft taking off forming a line, and hundreds of fighter jets formed a sky-covering array, pressing towards the waters of China.

On the satellite image, the moving black dots are densely packed, like a giant net that is being tightened.

In the live stream room of the Dragon Kingdom, before the viewers could even process the president's threat, a new wave of shocks arrived.

English comments flooded in, squeezing out all the Chinese ones. The screen was filled with letters and exclamation marks, and the scrolling speed was so fast that it was impossible to read the individual messages.

However, a few of them were pushed to the top.

More sarcastic and insulting words scrolled across the screen, and the translation software turned them into Chinese one by one, each word glaringly offensive.

Chinese netizens launched a fierce counterattack in the comments section, but they were outnumbered and the Chinese comments were overwhelmed by the flood of English comments.

Dragon Kingdom.

The emergency meeting was convened three minutes after the US president finished speaking.

No nonsense, no discussion, no voting.

A white-haired general stood in front of a giant electronic sand table, where twelve red arrows were approaching the coastline of the Dragon Kingdom, the closest of which was less than four hundred nautical miles from the territorial sea line.

"Order."

His voice was so calm it didn't sound like he was issuing an order that could trigger a world war.

"The entire fleet set sail and deployed along the first island chain."

"Coastal positions, enter combat readiness."

"All Rocket Force units are on standby, aiming at the pre-set targets."

The staff officers' fingers flew across the keyboards, and an order was transmitted along an encrypted link to major military regions across the country.

Dozens of destroyers, frigates, and nuclear submarines sailed out of the port in succession, their shipborne radars turned on at full power, and their anti-aircraft missiles were launched from their launchers, illuminating the entire coastline of the Dragon Kingdom.

Deep inland, a dozen missile silos disguised as mountains slowly opened their top covers, revealing the dark green missile bodies under the moonlight.

The white-haired general watched as the blue arrows on the sand table lit up one after another, then turned to face the camera and spoke his last words to all the commanders waiting in the encrypted channel.

"Tell everyone, it's better to die a glorious death than to live a shameful life."

"Anyone who dares to set foot in the Dragon Kingdom's territorial waters will be left to remain at the bottom of the sea forever."

There were no replies on the channel, only the sound of synchronized breathing.

The moment the channel was disconnected, all military orders across the entire Dragon Kingdom had been issued.

But panic spread faster than orders.

On Chinese social media platforms, the top ten trending topics were all dominated by the same topic.

"A powerful warrior at the Battle King Realm has invaded the Dragon Kingdom."

"Su Xuan is suspected to have fallen, and no one in the Dragon Kingdom can stop him."

In the comments section, pessimism spread like wildfire, so fast that the authorities couldn't control it in time.

"It's over, it's really over. Do you even know what the Battle King Realm means? One person can wipe out an entire city!"

"Su Xuan hasn't appeared for three hours, and he can't be seen in the footage from the forbidden area either. He's most likely dead."

"Without Su Xuan, who can stop the War King? The army? Don't be ridiculous. The combat system of the Spirit Qi Era is something that missiles can't solve."

"Hand over Mount Ling, at least save the lives of 1.4 billion people."

This comment was pushed to the top, with thousands of replies below, most of which were in agreement.

Even more disgusting things soon surfaced.

Several influential figures with over a million followers posted similar updates around the same time, accompanied by screenshots of the immigration management system, with the application section clearly stating "Cancel Chinese citizenship".

"Everyone, I have submitted my application to renounce my citizenship. My friends in the United States have helped me get a visa on arrival. My flight is tomorrow. Goodbye forever."

"Don't curse me, I just don't want to die. When the War King comes, no one can escape. You can be patriotic, but don't drag me down with you."

"Dragon Kingdom is finished. Wake up! Spirit stone resources should not be monopolized by one country. If we hand them over sooner, everyone can survive."

A social media influencer with 30 million followers went live, with the background being the VIP waiting area of ​​Beijing Capital International Airport. She was pulling four LV suitcases behind her and smiling at the camera.

"My darlings, I'm off! My villa in America is all renovated. You can all just wait here to die. I'm going to breathe some free air."

The chat was flooded with insults, but she didn't watch a single one and just turned off the live stream with a smile.

Long queues formed outside immigration bureaus in several cities across China.

It wasn't an ordinary long queue.

It's the kind of street where luxury cars fill the entire block.

Bentleys, Maybachs, Rolls-Royces, and Porsche Cayennes lined up one after another, completely blocking the entrance to the management bureau.

A middle-aged woman in a mink coat yelled at the staff for being too slow, while a man in a suit pulled out a wad of cash and slammed it on the window, demanding expedited service.

An even more outrageous scene unfolded on the southern border.

A convoy of dozens of luxury cars drove towards the border checkpoint. The lead Range Rover crashed through the guardrail, and a fat man wearing a gold chain leaned out of the driver's seat and yelled at the border guards.

"Get out of the way! I'm getting out of here! What are you all doing here when the Dragon Kingdom is finished?!"

The soldier held his gun without moving, while the fat man pulled out a wad of US dollars from the car and threw it out.

"Ten thousand US dollars per person! Let me through! What can you do with that meager salary? Are you just waiting to die with China?!"

The video was filmed and uploaded online, and within ten minutes it had been viewed over 100 million times.

The comment section exploded.

"The country provides you with a stable environment so you can make money, and you become complacent and fat. Now that trouble is brewing, you run away faster than a dog?"

"Why didn't you run away when the spiritual energy was recovering? You made a fortune from the spirit stone bonus, and now you're scared because you have to take a little risk?"

"Get out of China and never come back! This spineless ingrate is a menace if he stays here!"

"Don't stop them, let them get lost. Once China gets through this, let's see if they still have the face to kneel and beg to come back."

Despite the criticism, a sense of panic continued to spread.

Some people started posting "escape guides" in community groups, others began hoarding supplies, supermarket shelves were emptied, and gas station queues stretched for three kilometers.

Public opinion was extremely divided, with patriots and capitulationists tearing each other apart in every comment section, and profanities flying everywhere.

Offline clashes even broke out in several cities, and videos of vandalism and looting appeared sporadically on various platforms.

Everything is spiraling out of control.

At this critical juncture, at exactly 9 PM, all official media accounts in China simultaneously updated the same message.

There was no warning, no preamble, and no foreshadowing.

There is only one picture.

Red background with white lettering, extremely concise wording.

"Announcement from the Government of the Dragon Kingdom"

"First, all those who submit their applications to renounce their citizenship before midnight today will be approved immediately by the government, with no obstacles or attempts to retain them."

"Second, the list of all those who have renounced their citizenship will be permanently published."

"Third, from the effective date of the renunciation of citizenship, one shall be permanently barred from entering the territory of the Dragon Kingdom, without exception for any reason."

The last line of text was twice the size of the previous lines.

"The Dragon Kingdom does not tolerate spineless cowards."

"Those who leave, don't come back."

The entire network was silent for three seconds.

Then the comments section exploded.

"Well done! That's how it should be done! Anyone who wants to leave, get out of here and stop getting in the way!"

"Hahaha, the official stance is so strong! That feels great! This is the attitude our Dragon Kingdom should have!"

"The list will be permanently publicized! Let their descendants know what their ancestors were!"

"Not trying to keep him? Good, very good. He used to be able to sneak back and act like a double agent, but this time it's completely blocked. Absolutely brilliant."

Less than two hours after the announcement was issued, the international terminals of major airports in China were in complete chaos.

The process of renunciation of citizenship was incredibly fast. The government kept its word and gave it the green light all the way. From submitting the application to receiving the cancellation certificate, the fastest process took only forty minutes.

The group of people ran away as if they were being chased by ghosts.

At Terminal 3 of Beijing Capital International Airport, a chartered plane bound for the United States was parked at a remote stand. The boarding stairs were crowded with families, and some people were still clutching property certificates that had not yet been transferred to their owners.

"Hurry up, hurry up, stop dawdling!"

A woman in a mink coat was shoving people in front of her. Behind her were two nannies, each holding a child.

"Damn it, we should have left a long time ago," a bald man next to him said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Even a moment later wouldn't have been good enough. Who would collect your corpse if the Allied forces attacked?"

At 3 a.m., the last chartered plane took off from a city in the south. The cabin was full of people who had retired from citizenship, and many of them were still posting on social media.

Goodbye, Dragon Kingdom, best of luck.

The accompanying picture shows lights receding into the distance outside the plane window.

Fourteen hours later, at Los Angeles International Airport in the United States, the arrival hall was surrounded by cameras from media outlets from various countries.

The moment the hatch opened, the person walking at the front was an internet celebrity with 30 million followers.

She wore a white dress and high heels as she walked down the gangway, flashing a bright smile at the camera.

But what's behind her is truly disgusting.

A middle-aged man rushed down the gangway, knelt down on the concrete ground of the tarmac, his forehead pressed against the ground, and burst into tears.

"Finally out! Finally free!"

When he got up, his knees were scraped raw and his trousers were covered in dust, but he couldn't hide the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster on his face as he opened his arms to the camera.

"I can finally breathe the sweet air of freedom! Thank you, America, for taking us refugees in!"

More and more people knelt down behind him, some kissing the ground, others giving a thumbs-up to the camera.

American journalists frantically pressed their shutters, flashes going off one after another.

This footage was broadcast live globally.

On China's social media platforms, countless people watched as those familiar faces knelt on the soil of the United States, and their stomachs churned.

But what's even more disgusting is yet to come.

Less than six hours after landing, these renounced citizens appeared in the studios of major mainstream media outlets in the United States.

On CNN's camera, the bald man changed into a sharp suit and spoke fluent English.

"The so-called resistance of the Chinese military is completely futile. They know they can't defeat the allied forces, yet they still want to tie 1.4 billion people to the war machine as cannon fodder."

"This isn't bravery, this is crime."

The host then presented a question at the appropriate time.

"Then what do you think the people of the Dragon Kingdom should do?"

The bald man straightened his tie.

"Put down your weapons, open your doors, and embrace the civilized world. This is the only way out."

On another channel, the woman in the mink coat was crying her eyes out, saying that she was forced to flee because she was "persecuted" by the Chinese government.

"They forced me to renounce my citizenship and wouldn't let me take my property with me. All my savings from thirty years in China are gone."

The host handed over a tissue with a sympathetic look.

The scene shifts back to the Dragon Kingdom.

The online outcry was deafening, but after the outcry subsided, everyone fell silent.

It wasn't because the anger subsided, but because something deeper pressed down.

Those who kneel on American soil were yesterday's neighbors, colleagues, and people who liked their posts on social media.

Today, they told the world's cameras that China deserves to die, that soldiers should surrender, and that 1.4 billion people deserve to die.

Inside the defense building, the young officer on duty turned off the television, turned to face the combat map on the wall, and clenched his teeth.

On the fleet's warships, the sailors huddled in the cramped communications room to watch the news. No one spoke; the cabin was so quiet you could hear the waves crashing against the hull.

A nineteen-year-old private crucified the water cup in his hand, his eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Damn it, we're here prepared to risk our lives, and they're over there calling us cannon fodder?"

The class monitor slapped him on the back of the head.

"Shut up and get back to your positions."

When the class monitor turned around, something flashed in the corner of his eye.

Morale plummeted.

They weren't defeated by the enemy, but stabbed in the back by their own people.

The enemy's knife was already at her neck.

This was the darkest moment.

Then, things changed.

The crimson sky that had shrouded the blue planet for three whole days suddenly receded in that instant.

The crimson light receded like a tide, replaced by a dazzling golden light that exploded from the center of the sky, spreading outwards and illuminating the entire night sky of Blue Star.

The smiles on the faces of the retired citizens in Los Angeles froze as they looked up at the changing sky.

The sailors of the fleet rushed onto the deck, the golden light reflecting off their faces.

On the lawn of the White House in the United States, the president held a freshly opened champagne glass in his hand, tilted his head back and looked up at the sky, a triumphant smile on his lips.

"Here he comes," he said to his staff.

"Arthur's ranking is about to be announced, so the whole world can see who truly is the master of this planet."

On the sky, golden light converged into a huge line of text, and a cold, mechanical voice boomed in everyone's ears.

The rankings for the Extraordinary Advancement (Battle King) have been finalized and are now officially announced!

Billions of people around the world held their breath.

With the combined strength of the entire alliance and the resources of all twelve nations poured into Arthur, he was elevated to the level of a War King, making his first-place ranking almost a certainty.

On the White House lawn, staff had already prepared a press release with the headline, "Arthur, the Chosen One of the United States, Reigns Supreme as King of War, Laying the Foundation for a New Global Order."

The president raised his champagne glass.

"Once the name is announced, we will declare that we have taken over the right to allocate the resources in the restricted area."

Golden light slowly gathered in the sky.

The first one that appears is not the number one.

It's second place.

[Second Place: Arthur, the chosen one from the United States. Time taken to advance: 47 days.]

On the White House lawn, the air seemed to have been sucked out.

The president's wine glass slipped from his fingers and shattered on the stone slab at the edge of the lawn with a "crack," splashing champagne all over the ground.

The staff members looked at each other, some of them already trembling.

"No," the president's face changed, and he repeated, his lips trembling.

"No, no, no, how could Arthur be second? How many resources did we invest? All the spirit stones from twelve countries went to him! How could he possibly be second?!"

No one answered him.

Because everyone is thinking about the same question.

Arthur is second.

Who is number one?

Which country has anyone who can outrun Arthur, who was created with the full power of the world, without any special resources allocated to him?