97: Chapter 97 The Great Migration of Humanity

After returning from space, Chen Mo flew directly toward Jing City.

Thirty minutes later.

Inside the high-level conference room of the Xia Kingdom, all personnel were present.

There were no pleasantries, no opening remarks.

Chen Mo stated everything he had perceived in its entirety.

Blue Star is expanding, continents are splitting, the sky is extending outward, the oceans are receding, and the entire starry sky is stretching in synchronization.

Once he finished, the conference room fell into a dead silence.

The expressions on the faces of the high-level officials sitting on both sides of the long table were blank, the look of those whose cognition had been completely shattered.

An elderly man with graying temples pressed his fingers against the tabletop, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Someone opened their mouth, then closed it again.

A military strategy official blurted out, "How is this possible? Blue Star is getting bigger, where is the mass coming from? Creating matter out of thin air? How is that possible?"

Their world cognition, built over decades, had been torn apart by a single sentence; it was the only possible first reaction for a human.

"If it grows out of thin air, the conservation of energy is broken."

Chen Mo did not explain the principle.

He did not say, "Spiritual Qi can convert into mass," or "This is not the increase or decrease of matter as you understand it."

He had not yet fully deduced these things himself.

"This is the direction confirmed by my perception."

The conference room was silent for a few seconds.

A few seconds later, people let out long sighs one after another; no one questioned him again.

The objective existence of Spiritual Qi had long since expanded the boundaries of their cognition significantly.

And the person speaking before them had once traveled to space with his Physical Body and blasted a fissure onto the surface of the moon.

His judgment, in a sense, held more value for action than any law of physics.

"Understood," the high-level official said. "Crisis level raised to maximum."

"It truly concerns the survival of humanity."

There was no panic, no questioning, and no long-winded debate.

Over the next half hour, directive after directive was issued from this conference room.

"Convene a global meeting."

The President of the United States, Joseph, was woken up from bed by his assistant at past four in the morning.

He took the call, listened, was silent for a few seconds, and only said, "I understand."

Then, he threw on his coat—without even having time to put on a shirt—and walked quickly toward the emergency communications room.

The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom was hosting a banquet when his assistant whispered something in his ear; he put down his knife and fork and walked out, leaving the banquet attendees in astonishment.

The Prime Minister of Japan had been working for two days straight and had closed his eyes for less than an hour before being practically dragged up by his secretary.

Ten minutes later.

The top decision-makers of the world's major countries had all connected to the online conference System.

This was the first true global-level emergency meeting since the Spiritual Energy Revival, yet the connection efficiency was unprecedentedly high.

Everyone knew that Chen Mo and the Xia Kingdom would not send messages about trivial matters.

When the meeting started, there was not a single pleasantry.

Chen Mo restated the content confirmed by his perception.

Continents splitting, the sky extending outward, the ground stretching outward, Blue Star expanding.

Each point was like a heavy hammer, smashing down on the heads of different countries.

After speaking, he did not say another word, simply leaving time for those who needed to digest the information.

The face of the Japanese representative was the first to lose its color on the screen, as if he had heard a death sentence in advance.

Almost the entire country of Japan sat on the Pacific Ring of Fire, with a deep ocean trench right beside it.

The eyes of the Philippine representative also went blank.

Immediately after, the representatives of the South Pacific island nations, the countries along the straits, and the countries with low-lying coastal areas—one after another, the same despair appeared on their faces.

If words like "continents splitting," "seafloor expansion," and "the sky extending outward" were real physical events that were approaching, then for some countries, it meant "the national territory itself is about to be erased."

Various languages exploded in the conference room simultaneously.

It was not an argument; it was despair.

The Japanese representative's voice was trembling: "We can evacuate a portion of our people, but our entire country is on the seismic belt. Where can we move? Our entire nation is here."

These words were like a stone thrown into the water.

Immediately after, the President of the Philippines spoke, equally heavy-hearted.

His country was composed of more than seven thousand islands; it was an island nation, fragile to the extreme.

The splitting of the continents meant a complete reshaping of the seafloor topography, and island nations happened to be on the front line of this reshaping.

"Tidal waves will sweep away eighty percent of the coastal population, and crustal movements will directly swallow a large number of islands."

Then it was India, then Chile, then dozens of small countries, one after another.

Next came noisy arguments, followed by silence.

For those countries whose entire territory was located on a seismic belt, the only path to survival was a nationwide relocation.

But three months, hundreds of millions of people, a nationwide relocation.

Any set of data within this, in peacetime, would require a planning and execution cycle of over ten years.

And now, they only had three months.

Completing a nationwide relocation in three months was an almost impossible task.

Production, transportation, site selection, the construction of temporary cities, water sources, food, medical care, public security, and social order.

And all of this had to be completed simultaneously while the crisis was dynamically approaching.

The President of the Philippines' lips were trembling.

Because he had desperately thought through all the possibilities.

None of them were good.

He proposed seeking aid from nearby safe countries, his tone bordering on pleading.

This discussion had no diplomatic rhetoric, no calculation of interests, no past prevarication or procrastination.

Because this was not a fire in someone else's house; everyone was on the same leaking ship.

The Xia Kingdom was the first to promise that it would undertake a portion of the resettlement tasks for Japan and the Philippines, while simultaneously exporting construction robots and engineering power to all countries.

The United States promised to open resettlement points in its inland regions.

Russia agreed to accept a portion of Japan's large-scale displaced population.

The United Kingdom, Germany, and other countries stated that they would mobilize all naval forces to assist in the transport of the island nations' populations.

The Japanese representative pressed both hands onto the conference table; a moment later, he bowed solemnly and quietly.

Subsequently, the discussion entered a more concrete level.

"Communication issues."

The official in charge of communications said, "Once Blue Star becomes larger, the relative distance between ground base stations will also change; some fiber optics, underground cables, and transoceanic cables will be directly snapped."

"Satellite orbits will also have problems."

"Launch backup satellites in advance for orbital pre-adjustment."

"Deploy ground relay stations in advance."

We must absolutely not let the world become an information island during the disaster.

"Linear infrastructure." The official in charge of engineering listed an almost endless list: "Cross-river bridges, oil and gas pipelines, cables, main railway lines; almost all linear facilities will rupture during geological activity."

There was also the issue of coastal cities; even if they were not on a fault line, they would face the risk of tsunamis when the major earthquake arrived.

All coastal populations needed to migrate at least fifty kilometers inland within three months.

Statements followed one after another without pause, and emergency proposals for various fields were recorded one by one.

Chen Mo did not participate in the discussion.

He only raised one point.

The change is continuous, not a one-time earthquake or expansion, but a long and ongoing process of geological reshaping.

Humanity must constantly adapt in its face until it stops.

Everyone present understood.

It is not a one-time change; it is a continuous process.

Cracks will expand, plates will continue to move; all response plans must be designed based on dynamic pressure, rather than considering only one fixed peak of the disaster.

After speaking, Chen Mo left.

The discussion continued for several days after he left.

During this time, the engineering departments, foreign affairs departments, military coordination departments, and disaster relief Systems of various countries worked almost without sleep or rest.

The framework for the preliminary division of labor gradually took shape from the chaos of the first day.

Several days later.

Global stock markets announced their closures one after another.

Joint statements from all countries were released almost simultaneously; all financial activities shifted to a planned rationing mode.

There was not a single statement to soothe the market.

There was not a single platitude to guarantee the future.

Because what was needed now was not soothing.

It was survival.

When the global press conference was held, the number of people watching the live stream simultaneously covered almost every place on Blue Star with internet access.

There were no flashy backgrounds on the screen, no spokespeople in suits.

There was only one line of a title, listed simultaneously in all official United Nations languages:

"Official Notice Regarding Major Geological Changes on Blue Star"

The notice truthfully explained the currently grasped estimates of the disaster's scope, evacuation plans, production transformation plans, satellite backup plans, and the baseline of basic guarantees that every citizen would receive.

Panic, of course, existed.

Almost every comment on social networks carried a tremor; countless people did not sleep all night.

A large number of people were asking their families what to do; children were asking if they would go to school tomorrow; the elderly were slowly reading every word on the notice, reading it over and over again.

But humanity did not collapse.

All factories shifted entirely to producing disaster relief supplies, construction Materials, and basic industrial goods.

The entertainment industry came to a halt, transportation was fully militarized, and ports and railways were directly taken over by the state.

The industrial machines of all countries were set in motion.

No one cared to discuss "economic downturn" or "social impact" anymore.

Every screw of human civilization was tightened into this huge machine of preparation for war.

Right within this industrial torrent, the industrial beast that was the Xia Kingdom bared its true fangs.

Before the crisis, the industrial capacity of the Xia Kingdom had been consciously restrained.

It was not that they could not produce it; it was unnecessary, as robots replacing too much labor would impact the social structure.

Excessive capacity would disrupt market balance, and too-rapid technological iteration would turn a large amount of investment into sunk costs.

Policies had always been applying a delicate brake.

Now, the brakes were completely removed.

Every day, tens of millions of robots walked off the production lines.

Entire unmanned factories were quickly built modularly, taking only two weeks from laying the foundation to production.

Every production line was working in three shifts, twenty-four hours a day without stopping.

The lights in the factory buildings never went out, with only robotic arms rising and falling in a constant rhythm.

As soon as these robots left the factory, they headed directly to the construction sites of the resettlement points.

Looking down from high altitude, the entire plain was covered in moving points of light.

Those were the searchlights on the helmets of the construction robots, connecting into a flowing galaxy in the dust and the night.

There were also countless pieces of construction machinery and industrial finished products, loaded into standardized containers and transported to ports and railway stations.

Cargo ships flowed endlessly between the East Sea and the South Sea, each one riding very low in the water.

The freight volume of trains skyrocketed to ten times the usual amount.

Every day, new production lines were put into operation, and every day, new robots came off the lines.

While global industrial mobilization was underway, the Great Migration of the population also unfolded in synchronization.

Japan, as well as surrounding island nations, saw hundreds of thousands, millions of people migrating with all their might through the alternating transport of ships and aircraft.

This task was so massive it was almost suffocating, yet the rhythm was tight and orderly.

Behind every number in this Great Human Migration were specific human faces.