237: Chapter 1: The Last Requiem of Mankind

At the same time.

European Union Headquarters, Brussels.

In the massive circular conference room, the atmosphere was oppressive.

The light from the crystal chandelier couldn't dispel the gloom on the faces of the national representatives.

The air was thick with cigar smoke and anxious unease.

"Gentlemen! The latest satellite images! Confirmed!"

On the huge screen, high-definition images of India flashed: twisted monsters (Asura Devils) roaming the streets, a paralyzed government, mountains of cattle bone remains...

"Monsters! Real monsters are roaming the streets of New Delhi!"

"That man named Lin Mo... who calls himself a Hell Devil... he has taken over there!"

"The entire country... has shut down!"

The dead silence was instantly broken!

The hall erupted like a disturbed beehive!

"My God! What are those things? Mutated creatures?!"

"Controlling monsters?! This is definitely a superpower!"

"Alien invasion?! Which galaxy is he a conqueror from?!"

"India is our traditional sphere of influence! We must take action! Take back control!"

"Take back? With what?! Your honor guard?! Have you forgotten the news that a hundred thousand regular Indian troops were wiped out by monsters and sand?!"

"This is a challenge to all human civilization! We in Europa must unite! Form a multinational..."

"Shut up! Gather all our elites to fight a ground war with a guy who can summon monsters?! Do you want us to become the next pile of cattle bones?!"

Arguments! Curses! Blame-shifting! Representatives from various countries spat and turned red-faced!

"Silence!!!"

The Speaker slammed his gavel, his voice hoarse!

The scene quieted slightly.

The Speaker took a deep breath and looked at an old man with messy hair, clutching a violin, in the shadows of the corner: "Dr. Einstein... as the highest authority in the scientific community... how do you view this?"

Swish!

All eyes focused on him.

Einstein slowly stood up, caressing the old violin, his eyes weary and sad, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"View?" His voice was hoarse, with a strong German accent.

He didn't answer directly.

Under everyone's astonished gaze... he, as if no one else was there... raised his bow!

Creak... hiss—screech~~~~~

Piercing! Sharp! Like a dull knife cutting through the soul!

Off-key! Out of tune violin noise! Instantly filled the entire hall!

That was not music at all!

It was... the wail of despair!

It made people's scalps tingle! And filled them with irritation!

"Doctor!! What are you doing?!" The British Empire representative covered his ears, unable to help but demand sharply!

The French representative's face turned green: "This is a sacred Union meeting! Not street performing!"

Einstein suddenly stopped!

The harsh noise ceased abruptly!

The hall instantly fell silent.

He put down the violin, his weary gaze sweeping over faces that were either angry, confused, or astonished.

"What am I doing?"

He gave a desolate smile.

"This... is the symphony of humanity's fate."

"The final movement... a requiem."

His eyes were hollow, as if piercing through the walls, looking into the endless void:

"From now on..."

"The fate of humanity..."

"Will no longer be..."

"In humanity's own hands."

After speaking.

He didn't look at anyone else.

His back hunched.

Clutching his old violin.

Like a lonely soul walking towards its end.

He slowly... left the hall.

Leaving behind a room full of representatives, stunned and chilling to the bone.

A massive silence, like a lead weight, pressed down, making it hard to breathe.

"Crazy... scared silly..." Someone cursed under their breath.

"But what he said..." Someone's voice was dry, "might be true..."

"Cough cough!" The representative of the British Empire, a lean, bald baron, coughed sharply, his eyes gleaming with foxy cunning!

"Gentlemen! Panic won't solve the problem!"

He stood up, pointing to the vast red area next to India on the map—Bear Country!

"Strength! We need strength to fight against the monsters! Or... the even more terrifying 'Evil God' Lin Mo!"

His finger jabbed hard at Bear Country's territory!

"Bear Country! Greedy! Barbaric! With the gene of expansion carved into its bones! Wherever there's a weak neighbor, its bear claws reach out!"

"Look! Now! A huge, paralyzed, defenseless 'neighbor'—India! It's just sitting there!"

"And India..."

A cold smile played on the baron's lips.

"It possesses what Bear Country has always coveted..."

"Year-round ice-free ports!"

The hall instantly fell silent! The eyes of all the representatives lit up!

The mustachioed representative of the Third Reich Empire slapped the table and stood up! His mustache twitched with excitement:

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!! Your Lordship, what a profound insight!!"

His eyes gleamed fiercely:

"We arm Bear Country! Give it money! Give it weapons! Let it bite into India, that juicy piece of meat!"

"If it succeeds! Bear Country gets its sea access, content to gnaw on bones to the south, and won't covet us anymore!"

"If it fails? Hehe... if Lin Mo is as terrifying as Einstein said... then perfect! Let that gluttonous, stupid bear from Bear Country test how sharp the monsters' fangs are! Let it attract all of Lin Mo's wrath!"

"By then..." The mustachioed man lowered his voice, hissing like a venomous snake, "...it will be time for us... to dismember this severely wounded, even gnawed-down-to-the-bones... polar bear!!"

King Napoleon V of France, his chubby fingers excitedly tapping the table, his eyes sparkling with shrewdness:

"When the snipe and clam fight! Both suffer!"

"We reap the benefits!"

"Whether it weakens Lin Mo or severely damages Bear Country, it's all beneficial to the Union!"

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

"Seconded!"

"Agreed!!"

"Execute immediately!!"

There was no dissent!

Passed unanimously!

The highest decision-makers of the European Union finally showed smiles of relief.

They quickly reached a consensus:

Secretly contact Bear Country!

Provide massive funds!

Supply advanced weapons!

Use every inflammatory word!

Only one core message:

"India! A land without a master! Take your pick!"

Kill with a borrowed knife!

Drive a tiger to devour a wolf!

Watch the fire from the other bank!

A bloody conspiracy, intending to push Bear Country into an unknown abyss, and use billions of Slavic lives to test Lin Mo's depth...

Was finalized in the luxurious, cigar-scented conference room of Europa...

And... put into action.