The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

68: Chapter 68 If the enemy can go, so can I!Dragon Summer remained unaware, for the time being, of the drastic changes occurring in the underground base thousands of kilometers away.

At this moment, as the ”Green Rain,” which could be called a miracle, finally ceased.

People’s Square had completely changed its appearance.

The flowerbeds in the median strip, originally meant for decoration, now had to be cordoned off with caution tape. The delicate rose bushes inside had grown like demonic tree spirits, with thick branches that even vaguely shimmered with a metallic luster.

The Young Soldier in charge of logistics was frowning as he used a chainsaw to prune the branches; otherwise, these things would block the road completely.

Against this backdrop of eerie and vigorous vitality, a global ”public trial spectacle” began without even a rehearsal.

There was no dignified gavel, no well-dressed jury, and not even a proper defendant’s seat had been prepared.

Old Ross, the former Ark Alliance Speaker who used to boss people around in the nuclear submarine, now looked like a mangy dog with its spine removed. He was carried by two heavily armored, faceless Spirit Warriors and tossed onto the high platform in the center of the square like trash.

Dozens of operating high-definition cameras and countless smartphone lenses were shoved into his dazed, old face from every angle.

The signal, transmitted through the Great Wall base station—which had now returned to full power—forcibly cut into every frequency band worldwide that could still receive signals.

Whether it was the underground bunkers still under the control of the Ark Alliance or the lone wanderers struggling to survive on the wasteland, as long as they had a piece of metal with a screen in their hands, the only content on the screen was one thing: the trial by Dragon Summer.

”I... I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!”

Old Ross clearly hadn’t recovered from the psychological trauma of the ”poison gas turning into a tonic.” Faced with those dark, gaping camera lenses, he even had the illusion that they weren’t cameras, but some kind of pump designed to drain his Soul.

There was no need for the interrogator to use force. This once arrogant Ark Alliance Speaker, even if just to secure a shred of ”leniency,” or simply because he didn’t want to shoulder the blame alone for something that would leave a bad name for eternity, began frantically spilling secrets.

”It’s not just the ’desolation’ virus... there’s also the ’Eden’ Project!”

Old Ross croaked at the camera: ”The Ark Alliance never intended to save everyone from the beginning. We didn’t just want to protect ourselves; we conducted screenings. Only elites with a genetic score over 80 were eligible for sanctuary. The remaining civilians... the rest were all fuel!”

He paused, then dropped a truth that would drive the world insane: ”Beneath a base in Texas, there are 300,000 live biological pods buried. Those who weren’t eligible for sanctuary were all to be turned into biological batteries, with their bioelectricity extracted via neural currents to power the Ark’s main brain!”

As this explosive news broke, it was as if a thunderclap had detonated in the minds of survivors across the globe.

In a dark and damp underground bunker in the West, a group of survivors huddled around a campfire, sharing moldy bread, stared intensely at the holographic screen. A middle-aged man with a greasy face dropped the bread in his hand; it hit the ground with a ”plop” and rolled into the ashes.

”They said... we were on the outside to rebuild our homes...” the middle-aged man said, his lips trembling, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot. ”They said supplies were scarce and asked us to hold out on the outside for a while, promising to take us in once the Ark was built... So, we were just batteries?”

The reason lies could be maintained was because there was no comparison, and no outlet for the truth.

But now, everything was laid bare before their eyes.

On one side of the screen was Dragon Summer’s lush, green city, soldiers full of vigor and vitality, and the Eastern miracle that could turn poisonous rain into sweet nectar. On the other side was the cruel reality of being treated as batteries, expendable materials, or even experimental lab rats by the government they trusted.

Old Ross continued to implicate others, seemingly wanting to spill every dirty secret he had ever known in his life to alleviate his inner fear.