Full-time Creation Master

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"If the Ocean Alliance truly needs help, then my Dragon Kingdom will certainly not lag behind!"

Chu Ming tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, his voice steady.

But to Eileen, it felt like an ice cube hitting her heart.

Her face fell instantly, and even her exquisite makeup couldn't hide the sorrow in her eyes—her right hand unconsciously twisted the hem of her velvet skirt, and the teacup in her left hand wobbled slightly, almost spilling her brown robe.

Not falling behind others?

Even I, a foreigner, understand what it means!

These four words were like a thorn, piercing her heart with pain.

The translation is: "Someone has to go first before I follow."

Can we expect the coastal states of western Africa within the Ocean Alliance to take the first step?

Eileen almost burst out laughing.

She had lived in the Western Continent for eighteen years and knew all too well the character of those people.

Beneath the suits and ties lies nothing but calculation.

They shouted slogans louder than anyone else.

Do you know what democracy is?

Do you know what freedom is?

When it comes to mobilizing troops and spending money, they're faster than anyone else.

"A small temple has a lot of evil spirits, and shallow water has a lot of turtles," Chu Ming privately complained, and this statement accurately hit the nail on the head regarding her current situation.

Her third objective was to persuade the Dragon Kingdom to send troops—ideally, to send elite forces to lead the peacekeeping army, in coordination with the forbidden spellcasters and coastal troops of the Western Continent, to drive back the sea monsters that were capsizing fishing boats and gnawing at the seawalls.

But now that all the countries in the Western Continent have shrunk to the size of turtles, what reason can she give to convince Chu Ming?

Mo Fan is easy to fool.

A single phrase like "human righteousness" can get one's blood pumping.

But Chu Ming is different.

Aside from when they were in bed, this man's gaze towards her was always calculating, and all his decisions revolved around the "interests of the Dragon Kingdom."

Empty slogans couldn't even float in his presence.

There are feelings involved, but... sigh!

"Don't worry, my land of Kyushu is vast," Chu Ming suddenly leaned forward, a sincere smile in his eyes.

"The vast land is large enough to accommodate the next Victoria family."

Eileen's hand, holding the coffee, suddenly paused.

She instantly understood the subtext: Send troops?

no way.

But when your Western Continent is flooded by the sea and your country is destroyed, my Dragon Kingdom can "take you in"—including the Victoria family.

This isn't a philanthropist at all; they're clearly just waiting to reap the benefits!

She opened her mouth, but in the end it only turned into a heavy sigh, without even the strength to refute.

Chu Ming could distinguish between personal feelings, the survival of his family, and national interests more clearly than a scalpel.

Eileen lowered her head and took a sip of the tea she was trying to get used to; the bitter taste spread from the tip of her tongue to the bottom of her heart.

The meeting in the Dragon Kingdom continued, with a dense stream of data scrolling across the projection screen as everyone frantically took notes. Only Chu Ming occasionally cast a reassuring glance at her, allowing her to calm down a little.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away at the Western Continent Parliament Building, a meeting concerning the survival of the coastline had already descended into chaos.

Inside the circular conference hall of the Western Continent Parliament Building, a holographic projection was exploding with thunderous applause.

In the scene, a giant monarch-sized octopus tentacle, some of which are thousands of meters long, easily smashed down the flood control dam in the Netherlands. Waves carrying debris rushed onto the streets, and people screamed and ran for higher ground. The army collapsed at the first touch, running even faster than the people!

The camera pans across the scene, showing floating cars and broken streetlights. After three or four seconds, all that remains is the submerged ocean and countless sea monsters!

But this horrific scene was just a minor one, and it only silenced the delegates for three seconds.

"We must send troops immediately!" The French representative slammed his fist on the table, making a loud thud as he did so.

He tugged at his tight tie, and one of the gold buttons on his suit collar popped open.

"My port of Marseille is a third flooded! All the fishermen have fled inland!"

"Send troops? Who will send troops?" The Anglo representative sneered.

With a "crash," the documents in front of him were slammed aside, scattering papers all over the floor.

"We just lost two forbidden spellcasters last week, the Emerald Line is requesting reinforcements every day, our forces are stretched thin, and even the capital is practically empty!"

As he spoke, he loosened his shirt cuffs, revealing a million-dollar watch on his wrist.

Due to the invasion of sirens and the demon riots caused by the gathering of emperors in the Lafite region, the previously abandoned "Normandy Defense Line," "Emerald Defense Line," and "Great Qin Mountain Defense Line" in the Western Continent were all activated, and all neighboring countries had to draw their forces to withstand the demon attacks.

"Do I need to tell you where those two cursed beings died?" The representative of the exiled government of the small country of Ice Age said, his eyes red. "They had the resources to go to Lafite to seek death, but they wouldn't respond to the plea for help. They deserved to die!"

"Try saying that again!"

"........."

"That's enough!"

"......."

The representative from West Bartholomew stood up abruptly, his knuckles white from the effort. "You Anglos bought five hundred wyverns from the Victoria family last month, and they're all locked up in the barracks as decorations! Why don't you take them out and use them?"

"That's for protecting the homeland!" The Anglo representative exclaimed, grabbing a pen from the table and stabbing it against the corner.

"......."

"Absurd!" The German representative pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and his fingers swiped rapidly across the tablet. "It's only reasonable to allocate troops according to DPD! We only contribute 12% of the Western Continent's economy; we should only send one legion at most!"

"I object!" The representative of a small Nordic country slammed his coffee cup down, splashing brown liquid onto his pristine white shirt. "Our GDP is low, but our coastline is longer than all of yours combined!"

At this rate, we'd have to send the entire national army out!

"Then calculate it based on the length of the coastline!"

Although the German representative knew this was unacceptable, he still loudly agreed, "I agree!"

Those damned vampires, under the guise of German soldiers being the best, actually made the Germans pay the lion's share!

"No! Our nation is weak; we don't even have enough winter clothing for our soldiers!"

"Based on population! Countries with larger populations should send more troops!"

"Bullshit! A large population doesn't mean there will be war!"

"Germany has the strongest fighting force, so they should send the most..."

"......."

"Stop arguing!" the Italian representative suddenly roared, pointing at the image on the holographic projection, his voice trembling. "If this continues, all our coastal cities will be gone!"

Nobody paid him any attention. The Anglo-Chinese representative was arguing with the French representative about "who should be the commander-in-chief," the Spanish representative was secretly calculating "how much it would cost to send troops for a day," and the Nordic representative was discussing with his assistant "how to explain to the public that 'we will not send troops for the time being'."

The argument erupted like a pot exploding; some people slammed their fists on the table, some threw documents, and others used the act of picking up a pen as an excuse to secretly do something.

Ultimately, the meeting made no progress, and the joint troop deployment fell through.

The images in the holographic projection kept updating: the ports of Belgium were occupied by demons, the lighthouse in France collapsed, and only one city remained in Denmark...