Chapter 40: Stick Together
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Many netizens responded to Henry’s post.
In a public forum.
“That’s right! We can’t let anyone with the Soan surna get there! Even if they have nothing to do with the Soan empire or the three divisions! There will be no exceptions, even the ordinary people!”
“Damn it, my surna is Soan, but I’m not one of them! I wish I was!”
“Guys, if you have a Soan surna, please stay at ho for the next three days! You’ll be making a great contribution! With you at ho, we’ll know that the Soans on the street are all real mbers of the Soan empire!”
“No problem! We won’t create trouble for the country! We won’t go anywhere!”
“The rest of us should get busy! Let’s go to the highway exits of our cities and check everyone’s ID card. No Soan is allowed to enter!”
“We should guard the train stations, too! So people should watch the exits. When the Soans know that they can’t get in through the stations, they’ll try to climb over walls. We should guard all the spots where they can climb over. Call at 1387XXXXX when you have news.”
“Since we can’t change their minds, we need to use force! I heard from Direct Lang that not every Soan is a martial arts practitioner! There are ordinary people as well. We can’t stop the practitioners, but I’m sure we can tackle the common ones!”
...
In a forum where 100 million people were planning to sign a petition with blood.
“Has anyone from the city of Marine hasn’t signed the petition yet?”
“, , ! I’m over at Marine Square. I have a couple of thousand people with !”
“Those who want to sign the petition in the city of Lochen, please co to the Moon Square.”
“People of Est should co to the Est Island. We have three signing posts!”
Henry Lang’s post went viral online. Everyone tried to co up with ideas to stop Himl Soan’s followers, and signing a petition with blood was one of them.
The idea was to collect as many signatures as possible in the next two days. It was estimated that 700 to 800 million people would sign.
The signed scroll would then be sent to Drake in the hopes that it would move the three divisions and change their minds.
All cities took part in the event. So donated money, so sent people, and so provided the campaign with materials. The fabric manufacturers made white cloths that were over a thousand ters long and distributed them to people in the cities. People then signed their nas and left their palm prints on them.
The cloths were then delivered by trucks to the sacred temple.
...
In the forum that was aiming to destroy the road on the sea.
“How is it going, guys? Any progress?”
“Not at all! We don’t know what material this road is made up of, but it’s so hard! It’s harder than diamond! Nothing can leave a mark on it!”
“Don’t worry, guys. I’ve borrowed an electric drill! The hamrs couldn’t break it, but I’m sure a high-pressure electric drill will work!”
“Why didn’t I think of that! My uncle runs an electric welding shop. I’m going to borrow a soldering iron! I’m sure that’ll do the trick!”
“Holy shit! You guys are aweso! I don’t have much to offer, but I know a scientist, and he has an electronic laser knife. I’m going to borrow it!”
“Don’t bother. The scientist is a mber of the Soan empire. They won’t lend it to you. I’ve been there.”
“What should we do now?”
“Can anyone find a water jet cutting machine? A high-pressure water jet! I’m sure that’ll do the trick!”
...
In a praying forum.
Unlike other forums, things were rather quiet here. All the users were saying silent prayers for the three divisions and Himl Soan. There were so candles on the screen, and all visitors could click on them. There was a number on them.
The number had exceeded a billion and was still rising.
Even overseas internet users had joined in by using VPN.
...
“I found a Soan, and he’s on the run!”
Jason finally arrived at the city where the sacred temple was, but as soon as he landed, a group of people wanted to check his ID. They weren’t wearing police uniforms.
He didn’t suspect anything and gave them his ID card. They surrounded him upon seeing his na, saying that they were going to take him sowhere to talk.
Jason didn’t have ti for that. He didn’t want to miss the Patriarch’s funeral. He was in a hurry. He had traveled thousands of kiloters, and he wasn’t going to let them stop him here.
He knocked over two n and ran toward the temple, following the GPS. But those people refused to let go and chased after him. Many more people joined in along the way.
Having been working in the mountains for years, digging tunnels and building roads, Jason was in much better shape than the city dwellers. He soon shook off his pursuers.
But he was an exception.
The Soan empire had many ordinary mbers just like him. Many of them didn’t manage to escape. They were caught and politely taken away. The politeness was genuine.
Knowing that they were mbers of the Soan empire, those people didn’t dare to hurt them. They only carried the Soans away.
And they took the Soan mbers to president suits with swimming pools in luxurious hotels instead of detention houses or jail.
...
At a bus station.
“Free ride to the sacred temple!”
“Does anyone want to go to the sacred temple and stop the Soans? There are still seats available! I’ll give everyone ten bucks! Quickly! The offer will end soon!”
“We’ll need to check your ID before you get in! Please show your ID card!”
“We still have two days, so let’s do our best! If it doesn’t work out, I’ll still drive you back for free!”
Ted and his fellow villagers arrived at the city as well. They had expected a difficult journey to the sacred temple, but as it turned out, many people had volunteered to drive everyone there. They could even get a reward for going there.
After everything Jason had done for them, they couldn’t watch him die.
Even…
Even if they couldn’t stop him…
They still wanted to see him for one last ti.
“Chief, get in!”
“We’re going to the sacred temple! Quickly!”
“Has your whole village co? Aweso! Hold on! We’re leaving now!”
All car owners were driving people for free from bus and train stations to the temple. Trains and buses had stopped selling tickets as well. Everyone would take a ride for free as long as they weren’t a Soan. The service was more frequent as well. There was a train or bus every five minutes.
All the petitions signed with blood were sent to the temple as well. They were unfolded, and the three divisions saw the hundreds of thousands of nas.
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