Pri Minister Morris of the Oya Federation had been very active lately.
Not only did he give successive television addresses, calling for the unity of the people and vowing to never yield,
but he also suggested on Twitter to rena the well-known Pit Street to Courage Street, in mory of the National Defense Army who sacrificed themselves in the fight against Lu Yao.
It wasn't just the collapse of the Oya Continent, but even the end of the world couldn't stop the Pri Minister from building his image and gathering votes.
Early this morning, an urgent phone call yanked him out of bed and into the conference room.
By the ti he arrived, the conference room was already packed. Morris nodded to them in greeting, but received few responses.
As he grew puzzled, a female officer with brown hair played a video uploaded by Lu Yao—
"As long as the Pri Minister ets my demands, bountiful rain will imdiately co to the Oya Continent."
...
After watching the video, Morris scowled, "Why would that freak make such a strange and disgusting request!"
Then he rembered sothing and cried out urgently, "Activate the ergency plan, contact the relevant parties to delete the video, don't let this blow up!"
Hearing this, his confidants were speechless. A female officer with brown hair spoke,
"As soon as the video was uploaded, in less than 15 minutes, the views broke a hundred million, dia from other nations rushed to report it, and they specifically highlighted the condition of you 'abusing animals.'"
Pri Minister Morris cursed under his breath, "Son of a bitch," and then looked to several of his cabinet ministers, saying,
"How are the private negotiations with Lu Yao going? We can et any demand, be it money, gold, or even arms."
The Minister of Environnt and Water Resources said with a full face of apology,
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, the other party refused all our offers."
At this mont, Pri Minister Morris realized the situation was turning unfavorable for him. He loosened his tie and attempted to speak calmly,
"We must not compromise with such vile and lowly threats! Draft a statent imdiately, I will fight this evil until the end!"
After these words, the room fell into silence.
All eyes t, and finally, the sa female officer cleared her throat and began to speak slowly,
"Your Excellency… about this matter…"
Morris stared intently at her, "What about it? Isn't opposing this freak the absolute political correctness?"
The female officer took a deep breath and pulled back the curtains of the conference room.
From the pri minister's office on the 30th floor, coupled with excellent soundproofing, Morris had, up until now, been unaware that the crowd protesting below filled the streets!
There must have been at least 100,000 of them, all chanting:
"We want rain! Agree to Superman's demands!"
"For God's sake, do sothing!"
Many of the protesting crowd were leading cows, sheep, kangaroos, and other animals, holding banners that read "Thirsty," demanding the federal governnt resolve the crisis.
For a "superior" like Morris, there was no hurry even if Oya Continent was ruined; with their wealth, they could live lavishly in any other country.
But the common people had had enough! Enough of the omnipresent dust, enough of the burned sll in the air, and especially enough of the tenfold price increase in drinking water and daily necessities.
Farrs, stock breeders, and environntal activists were all eager to tie up the pri minister and send him to hell.
In a house where the foundations are undermined, all must share the risk. Modern society is intricately connected, and the collapse due to the drought will sooner or later spread to all sectors.
The truly sharp-minded elites knew where their foundations lay and would never sit back and watch their nation turn to desert.
And at this ti, the most direct and effective way was for the pri minister to make a sacrifice.
Consequently, the multitude of voices from the protesting crowd condensed into one demand: "Damn fat pig, just agree to Superman's terms already!"
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The female officer then drew the curtains closed again and turned around with a solemn expression,
"Due to the 'vacation' incident, your reputation has plumted to the lowest level, and your support rate has dropped to 11%. Over 90% of the public believes we should accede to Superman's demands."
"What!?" Morris looked incredulously at the female officer before him, "That's utterly absurd!"
Then, he asked, "What about our allies? I need their support!"
The officer once again activated her tablet, bringing up Morris' personal Twitter page, which she managed.
Morris took one look and nearly passed out from fury.
He saw that there were already hundreds of millions of ssages urging him to do as Superman demanded.
These were all people eager for entertainnt, impatient to witness a spectacle for the history books.
What ca next was a blow that sent Morris' heart into free fall.
The director of the Oya Federal Security Intelligence Agency stood up and said, "The Star Alliance is very interested in how to manipulate the weather and hopes you can pick a day with fine weather."
The intelligence departnt of the Oya Federation had long been controlled by the Star Alliance Country, and now they were clearly seizing the chance to spy on Lu Yao's secret of weather manipulation.
Morris found himself abandoned and betrayed, with no one around him offering a glance of support...
Only the female officer was there, gently patting his shoulder and offering consolation:
"Don't worry, we will play an irritating buzzing sound during the live broadcast to interfere with the viewing experience, and afterwards, we will do everything possible to delete the video..."
But before she could finish, Morris interrupted her in a rage: "Do you think I'm an idiot! How could such a video be completely deleted!"
The pat on his shoulder from the officer suddenly grew firr as she said sternly:
"In four months, the Oya Continent will beco irreversibly desertified. At that ti, you, the Pri Minister, will be rembered infamously, nailed to the pillar of historical sha! And I assure you, you and your family will not have it easy!"
Morris was overawed by her presence and could not speak, his few confidants bowed their heads in silence, none offering assistance.
The female officer represented more than just herself, and she continued persuasively, her voice softening:
"Now, you have only one path laid out before you, which is to make a sacrifice for the nation and its people."
"No... no... no..." Morris struggled desperately, "We can use the latest special effects technology to fudge our way through..."
"If Superman sees through it and disappears for another few months, we can't afford that gamble."
"Even if it kills , I won't do such a broadcast!"
At this mont, the crowd protesting in the streets had grown even larger, nearing 200,000 people.
And on the internet, countless Western netizens were doing their utmost to urge Morris.
They saw this as a feast of traffic and revelry.
As for who was being sacrificed, no one cared.
Morris was not a man who enjoyed making sacrifices, and despite the officer's combination of pressure and persuasion, he simply wouldn't comply.
It was not so simple for soone like him to willingly live stream animal abuse.
However, at this juncture, the situation took a turn.
It turned out that Lu Yao had made another big move!
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Lu Yao had struggled for a long ti without a breakthrough in grasping the spiritual machine.
However, after weathering countless thunder strikes, his foundations had beco much firr, with a 10% increase in both speed and the resilience of his Golden Body.
He put away the newly refined Magical Treasure, his mind still pondering the matter of the spiritual machine.
At that mont, a full moon hung high in the night sky, shining like a bright lamp.
A thought struck Lu Yao: "I can go to a place completely devoid of spiritual machines, surely by comparison I will achieve so results."
He looked up at the starry sky, certain there would be no spiritual machines in space, definitely worth a try.
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