237: Chapter 237 Is this some kind of act?!

Old Yang's four casual words were worth more than a thousand.

They were like a pinpoint-accurate emotional switch, instantly triggering the DNA of the millions of viewers in the livestream.

The bullet comments froze for a split second in an eerie silence.

Then, a dense wave of bullet comments erupted like a volcano, completely taking over the screen.

Eight characters were spammed by countless netizens with near-frenzy.

"Too advanced to be displayed!"

"Too advanced to be displayed!"

"Too advanced to be displayed!"

...

The uniform bullet comments covered the entire screen like a tsunami, leaving not a single gap.

Every online viewer reached an unprecedented understanding at this moment.

Old Yang performed a tactical lean-back, reclining comfortably against his chair as he watched the screen get completely submerged by bullet comments, his mouth stretching into a silent grin.

With things like this, a hint is enough; explaining it fully would take the fun out of it.

Those who know, know; for those who don't, this screen full of bullet comments will teach them!

However, amidst this uniform atmosphere of fervor, an ill-timed, bolded bullet comment suddenly drifted out slowly.

"Sigh, I understand the logic, I just don't know when we'll finally see the south heaven gate with our own eyes..."

The second after this comment floated by, the overwhelming rhythm of the spamming actually slowed down by a beat, visibly to the naked eye.

Seeing these words, many viewers felt their hot blood still surging, but a vague, indescribable sense of anticipation also arose.

Old Yang naturally saw this comment too.

He stared at that line for two seconds, a profound yet incredibly reassuring smile slowly appearing on his face.

"Brothers, don't worry."

Old Yang spoke each word deliberately with a resonant tone, his voice radiating an unquestionable certainty.

"Didn't God Lin say something himself during that global livestream..."

His voice rose half a pitch, carrying a soul-piercing power.

"The south heaven gate will appear wherever it is needed!"

"So, what we need to do now is put our hearts at ease, exercise well, and prepare for the mecha assessment! And then..."

Old Yang swung his hand forcefully.

"Just wait for the wind to come!"

His voice trailed off.

The livestream was silent for two whole seconds.

Then, the bullet comments completely exploded, ten times more intensely than before!

"Wind!"

"Wind!"

"Wind!"

The screen was filled with the character for "Wind," dense and overwhelming, completely engulfing the livestream's visuals.

Countless gift effects rained down frantically in the next moment, causing even the livestream to lag slightly.

The emotions of millions were twisted into an unbreakable rope at this moment; it was confidence in the nation's strength and an extreme, blind following of the name Lin Yuan.

The livestream was still ongoing, but that core clip of Old Yang, only a few minutes long, had already swept through every corner of the internet with unstoppable force.

"The south heaven gate has fully landed!"

"Too advanced to be displayed!"

These two arguments, amplified by the reposts, interpretations, and derivative works of countless bloggers, quickly evolved into a national consensus.

That night, the technological worship of Xia Country's 1.4 billion people for their nation was pushed to an unprecedented peak.

...

Xishan Base, private dormitory.

Lin Yuan leaned casually against the soft leather sofa, legs crossed, his posture relaxed to the extreme.

He held a specially made encrypted phone, his long fingers swiping across the screen unhurriedly.

He watched the overwhelming "south heaven gate has landed" theories across major platforms, the grand strategies imagined by netizens, and the national fervor that threatened to set the internet ablaze.

The corners of Lin Yuan's lips slowly curled into a satisfied, somewhat inscrutable smile.

"Imagination is indeed humanity's most powerful weapon."

He chuckled, locked the phone, and tossed it onto the leather armrest.

His gaze drifted through the window toward the deep night sky.

If the domestic populace could naturally imagine things to this extent, what about those The Other Side of the Ocean?

Facing this strategic overt plot that was practically shoved in their faces, and the fanatical stance of the entire Xia Country.

How would the decision-makers The Other Side of the Ocean respond?

A hint of inexplicable anticipation flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes.

Facts were just as Lin Yuan expected.

The official announcement of Xia Country's military-wide selection of Mecha Pilots had already swept through the foreign internet like a hurricane, thanks to overseas netizens bypassing the firewall and urgent follow-ups from foreign media.

The trending lists on major social media platforms were dominated by terms like "Xia Country Mecha" and "National Selection."

Countless netizens The Other Side of the Ocean woke up, holding their coffee and rubbing their bleary eyes as they opened their phones.

The moment they saw the notifications, they felt terrible.

"Wait, Oh my God, am I still dreaming?"

"Xia Country is starting a national selection for Mecha Pilots? What kind of international joke is this?"

"First it was the Iron Man armor, and now it's Large Mecha... what will Xia Country's next step be?"

After the brief shock, an even more indescribable sourness began to spread and ferment rapidly in the comment sections.

"Xia Country's Iron Man has already become a reality, and now Large Mecha are coming too? What about us? What do we have?"

"Why do even new recruits in Xia Country have the chance to pilot mecha? We can only spend fifteen dollars at the cinema to watch fake ones!"

"We pay to watch superheroes save the world on the silver screen, while they're driving real mecha to change the world in reality?"

"It's not fair... it's just not fair..."

On the internet The Other Side of the Ocean, wails of emotional breakdown and bitterness flew everywhere; the comment sections became a massive scene of psychological damage.

Meanwhile, the intelligence analysts hiding among ordinary netizens under aliases, silently recording data, looked ten thousand times worse than the average user.

They quickly took screenshots, organized, and summarized.

Briefings marked with red emergency stamps were rushed to the High Command via encrypted links.

...

The Other Side of the Ocean.

High Command, Oval Office.

The old man sitting behind the desk silently flipped through all the materials.

From Xia Country's official selection announcement to the emotional monitoring reports of global public opinion, and then to the strategic assessments rushed out by the intelligence departments.

With every page he turned, the veins in his temples throbbed.

Finally.

The last page was turned.

"Smack!"

He slammed the stack of materials onto the desk; pages scattered, sliding across the polished surface, with a few drifting onto the carpet.

No one dared to bend down to pick them up.

Inside the office, several high-ranking aides held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

"A national selection for Mecha Pilots?"

"And even open to new recruits!?"

"What exactly is Xia Country trying to do with these moves?! Who can tell me what they are trying to do!"

The old man pushed himself up from the desk and roared in a hoarse, somber voice.

"Don't they always claim to be a peace-loving nation that believes in keeping a low profile?"

"But now?"

"With this blatant generational leap in military equipment, are they not even going to continue pretending anymore!?"