Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

Xu Hao stopped in his tracks, his gaze sweeping over Miaoyu before finally settling on the direction of the palace gate, as if he could see through the walls to the anxious yet expectant faces outside.

"Human nature..." he murmured to himself, a hint of helplessness mixed with understanding. Yes, without explaining anything clearly, why would anyone entrust their life to you with just a simple "Come with me"?

No matter how critical the situation, the basic right to know and the right to choose are the foundation for stabilizing public sentiment.

But time is so tight, how can we possibly have time? Now you want me to hold a pre-battle mobilization meeting and give a speech? I, Vice President Xu, don't have that little mustache under my chin, and I can't just fool hundreds of thousands of people into following me with a few words.

How could I possibly have that ability?

Just as Xu Hao was racking his brains, weighing the pros and cons and time, feeling overwhelmed, the old man Shabak, who had been standing quietly by the sidelines, suddenly moved.

His withered body trembled slightly, as if shaking off the last bit of dust clinging to it, and he stepped forward, blocking Xu Hao from the palace gate.

"It's alright." The old man's voice remained calm. He turned to Miaoyu, a resolute glint in his cloudy yet deep eyes. "Little girl, go and call all those managers over."

Some things, let this old man like me explain.

Perhaps it's more suitable, and... faster.

Xu Hao was taken aback, looking at the old man's slightly hunched back. He opened his mouth, but ultimately did not stop him. He vaguely sensed that what the old man wanted to do was probably more than just "explain".

Miao Yu glanced at Xu Hao, and seeing that he did not object, she immediately accepted the order and left.

The atmosphere inside the side hall suddenly became somewhat heavy, with only Xu Hao and the old man remaining silent, and the faint noise of countless people gathering outside the hall.

Shortly after, footsteps sounded. Miaoyu led three people into the side hall. Leading them was "Zhan Tianxia," the leader of the Blood Oath Alliance, a burly, resolute middle-aged warrior; next to him was "Leng Feng Guo Jing," the leader of the Tiger Fang Alliance, a mage with sharp, piercing eyes; and finally, "Du Bu Jiang Hu," the leader of the Iron Blood Brotherhood, a composed Taoist priest.

Despite their ridiculously cheesy names, these three are figures who can shake the entire continent with a stomp of their feet. When Liyuefang took over Shabak, these three guilds had been eyeing it covetously.

Later, Xu Hao saved many of them in Demon Dragon Ridge, and that's how they developed a friendship.

At this moment, all three of them wore expressions of undisguised solemnity, anxiety, and a hint of suppressed doubt.

As soon as they entered, their eyes fell on Xu Hao, but they were immediately drawn to the old man next to him, whose unique aura seemed to blend into the entire palace.

Isn't this... you know, the old man from Shabak? The one who used to just stand there like an idiot at the city gate? What's wrong? You've awakened too?

He's just a pretty useless NPC, let's get down to business!

“President Xu,” Zhan Tianxia spoke first, his voice deep and decisive, with the characteristic crispness of a soldier, “Time is of the essence, so let’s get straight to the point.”

We saw the situation outside and the NPCs' reactions, and we believed them.

We are willing to follow you with our brothers.

But where are you taking us? You should at least tell us beforehand.

How are we going to explain this to our thousands or tens of thousands of men?

It's not that we don't trust you, but this is a major issue concerning everyone's future, and we must get to the bottom of it!

Leng Feng Guojing and Du Bu Jianghu remained silent, but both nodded slightly in agreement with Zhan Tianxia's statement. Their eyes were fixed on Xu Hao, awaiting his response.

Xu Hao was about to speak when the old man Shabak spoke first again.

The old man slowly turned around to face the three presidents, his face expressionless, only displaying an age-old loneliness. "What you want to know is nothing more than the ins and outs, and... what lies ahead."

His voice was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying a strange penetrating power.

Before the three presidents could respond, the old man slowly raised his hands, which were covered with age spots. His movements were slow, as if they carried immense weight, and his fingertips began to emit a faint, almost transparent light.

"Look into my eyes." The old man's voice became ethereal and majestic, as if it came from a distant time and space.

The three presidents instinctively looked into the old man's eyes, and the moment their eyes met, they were suddenly jolted and their expressions changed drastically!

There were no earth-shattering special effects or devastating energy fluctuations. Yet, Zhan Tianxia, ​​Leng Feng Guojing, and Du Bu Jianghu seemed to have been struck in the soul by an invisible giant hammer at the same time.

Their pupils dilated instantly, their facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, cold sweat poured down their foreheads, and their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were enduring some unimaginable shock.

Countless images, sounds, and information, like a flood bursting its banks, relentlessly surged into their minds. They witnessed the birth and death of the universe, the twisted and insane will of "Thursday," how the continent of Fama evolved from a prison into a distorted world, the boundary between reality and illusion, the NPCs' billions of years of waiting and struggle, and how Xu Hao became the key to breaking the deadlock… A vast, overwhelming, and mind-blowing stream of information was forcibly instilled, understood, and absorbed in an instant. This was far more direct, more profound, and more… cruel than any explanation in language.

The entire process lasted only a few breaths. When the faint light in the old man's eyes went out completely, his body swayed violently, his already hunched posture became even more bent, and the wrinkles on his face deepened, as if he had aged millions of years in an instant.

He reached out and grabbed the stone pillar beside him, panting heavily. His cloudy eyes became dull and lifeless, and even the edges of his body began to show signs of instability, like data collapse.

His life force was visibly weakening, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Now... do you... understand?" The old man's voice was so weak it was almost inaudible, carrying extreme exhaustion and... relief.

The three presidents stood frozen in place, their faces filled with shock, bewilderment, and awe, which eventually transformed into a heavy, tragic understanding.

Damn it! Damn it!!!

So that's how it is!

We were just toys that others could mold and manipulate in their hands!

The massive flow of information that had forcefully flooded their minds like a burst dam, overturning their understanding, finally subsided, but the lingering effects still sent shivers down the spines of Zhan Tianxia, ​​Leng Feng Guojing, and Du Bu Jianghu.

Their gazes involuntarily focused on the old man in front of them, whose figure was even more hunched, whose breath was so weak that it seemed he might dissipate at any moment, and whose body even showed signs of data collapse.

After the initial shock, bewilderment, and horror, a complex mix of sorrow, awe, and profound gratitude welled up inside me.

This seemingly ordinary old man, and the NPCs who, like him, silently endured endless years of suffering and waiting, paid such a huge price in order to make these "players" understand the truth.

The sacrifices and perseverance of these predecessors, and the dedication and planning that spanned hundreds of millions of years, truly inspire awe from the depths of one's soul.