Chapter 118: To Grow Strong, Bear More Children and Wander Less

Upon hearing the old Taoist’s words, the representatives of various nations fell silent. Being seasoned politicians, they fully comprehended the peril implied by the term “patricide of gods,” and they were painfully aware of the immense price such a decision would exact. Frankly speaking, this would be a global Hitler-like operation—a war that would determine the survival of the human race.

Zhang Kai knew well the gravity of this choice, and understood that those before him were mere delegates, lacking the authority to make a final judgment. His purpose in speaking was to prompt the world’s leaders to consider the matter deeply.

Afterward, the representative from the Celestial Empire ended the virtual video call, then turned to the other delegates: “Now that everyone understands the situation, I urge you to decide prudently. Once you board the ship, there is no turning back. If you choose to disembark, we will not need divine intervention to end the world—we will do it ourselves.”

“We need to return and deliberate,” said the Russian representative as he stood.

“That is acceptable. Everyone may return, but I expect your answers within three days. We need time to prepare. The moment is critical. If we do not wish to be passive victims, our only option is to take the initiative,” the Celestial Empire’s representative replied.

The delegates looked toward the Celestial Empire’s envoy. It seemed that they possessed more comprehensive information and had already reached a decision. But such a monumental battle for the survival of nations was never simple.

Sure enough, once the news spread back to their homelands, it caused an uproar. The upper echelons of many countries panicked. Was there truly no alternative? Was it really necessary to unite all of humanity, armed with a resolve to die, just to gamble on the hope of continued existence?

Many nations quietly sent private messages to Earth’s Home, pleading for Ultraman’s assistance. Their aim was to secure off-world immigration, willing to sacrifice any number of representatives for it. Clearly, leaving Earth—while still fraught with uncertainty—was at least an option.

But Ultraman was Zhang Kai. How could he possibly agree? Where could anyone run? Every person must be part of my plan; no one escapes except by death, Ultraman responded.

When it comes to matters determining the fate of entire races, the Ultraman clan remains neutral and offers no aid. This is a core principle that has earned them the reputation of justice throughout the cosmos.

This dashed any remaining hope among the nations. With no retreat possible, all they could do was grit their teeth and face the future.

Three days later, the world’s leaders convened via video conference, and a new political entity was born.

The Earth Alliance.

The first chairman of the Alliance was the Elder of the Celestial Empire, with the heads of other nations becoming senators. The meeting yielded three key agreements.

First, maintain calm among the public for now. The consequences of these developments were too grave and could be exploited by malicious elements to foment social unrest.

Second, the initial cohort of trainees would be selected from each country’s military, with ten thousand soldiers per nation chosen as a trial force.

Third, all nations would unite to share resources under the Alliance’s unified command, exchanging goods from Earth’s Home to bolster the Alliance’s strength.

With such cooperation underway, the leaders quickly set about their tasks. All accumulated points were used to procure resources from Earth’s Home, cultivating a second generation of capable forces. The soldiers sent forth received no resources directly; their training was fully entrusted to the Martial Academy.

This was not callousness on the part of the Alliance. As competent politicians, they looked beyond immediate gains toward sustainability and continuous strength. A reckless gamble was not the duty of any leader—unless driven to desperation.

Seeing such shrewdness among the nations, Zhang Kai felt no need to intervene further.

There were over two hundred countries and regions on Earth. Among them, the combined forces numbered two million well-trained soldiers.

Two million disciplined troops placed under Zhang Kai’s command constituted a formidable seed of potential.

At once, Zhang Kai transported the assembled forces to Mars.

Thanks to the assistance of the Bone-Transforming Dragon, Mars was undergoing massive development. Countless robots labored ceaselessly, constructing a sprawling Martian city. In orbit, tens of thousands of various spaceships and stellar fortresses were arrayed, as if plucked straight from movies and television shows.

In theory, Zhang Kai’s capabilities would allow him to conjure legions of robots far surpassing humanity’s numbers to combat the alien threat.

Yet, something felt amiss.

The taboo spoke of the Three Realms as a newbie village, the beginning of a game. If this was a game, it could not be a solo campaign—how else could he complete it?

The only possibility was that he was a supporter within it, leading all humanity together. That was the proper course.

Hence, Zhang Kai involved the nations, selecting the seed forces.

After bringing over two million troops to Mars, Zhang Kai organized them into hundreds of camps and assigned tens of millions of robots to care for and train them. Resources plucked from movies and TV dramas poured relentlessly onto these soldiers.

But the allocation was not random; each soldier was given resources tailored to their strengths. The physically strong were equipped to enhance defense; the swift received training in agility; the fierce were bolstered in attack; and others were supported with assistance skills.

Under a squad-based system, each member excelled in their specialty, forming a lethal unit when combined.

Through such frenzied training, the two million soldiers rapidly evolved from mere mortals into a formidable martial army.

Of course, amidst this, hope was not forgotten. Under spells of confusion and hypnosis, the mental states of these millions gradually shifted.

Meanwhile, on Earth, nations worldwide announced open fertility policies, offering rewards for childbirth. A first child would receive a monetary subsidy aligned with each country's living standards; a second child would be granted cultivation methods and resources. The more children one bore, the greater the rewards. Those who bore ten children would have their entire family supported by the state, with care through all stages of life.

The policy stunned the populace. Was this madness? Earth was not so vast—could it bear such a population surge? Had the threat of divine apocalypse spurred nations into this desperate measure? And were they truly prepared to wage a human wave battle?

Despite speculation, governments responded cautiously but confidently, announcing numerous multi-sector collaborations. They pledged that within twenty years, humanity would venture into space, develop the solar system, and embark on interstellar migration. The highest priority for immigration would be those who had borne ten children.

This revelation shook the world.

To migrate into space—what a dream that was! If such a day came, even dying among the stars would make one’s life worthwhile.

Moreover, the more children one bore, the greater the rewards. After ten births, with state support, one could cultivate and potentially live for centuries. Ten children would take just over a decade to bear—mere moments compared to a long life.

Not only the young, but even many older people were enticed.

Regarding this, governments stressed that any willing woman of childbearing age could apply for health resources. Each birth would grant support, along with cultivation techniques and resources, ensuring maximum protection of women’s rights.

No one hesitated anymore. That very day, global fertility surged to multiple times the levels seen the day before.

The only industry harmed was that of contraceptives, as no one wanted to use them anymore.