Apocalypse Gachapon - Chapter 1863: Country plan

The goal of the plan was nothing special and a bit “rough”—simply to survive and to accomplish what the races of the universe had failed to achieve over the years.

Many people may have thought about this for a long time.

Yet no one had ever succeeded.

They weren’t surprised that Ye Zhongming thought this way; deep down, they themselves thought the same. It was just that after being stated outright, it became clearer.

Knowing was one thing, thinking was another, but how to do it? What to do? These were not clear.

“First, and most importantly, is to strengthen ourselves. Only when we become so powerful that the races of the universe cannot ignore us will people listen to our opinions, will our words be considered meaningful, and will people stop saying to us, ‘Newcomer, angry? There’s worse to come.'”

The others almost laughed, knowing Ye Zhongming was referring to Zizikaba.

“Certainly, some have achieved this before.” Ye Zhongming glanced at He, who seemed about to speak but stopped, knowing that these commissioned warriors were deeply familiar with the affairs of the races. If it were just about becoming strong, it might still not be enough to control their destiny.

“What we need to do is become truly strong, strong in every aspect.”

Ye Zhongming picked up a branch and drew several areas on the ground.

“The races of the universe have many people, many strong individuals, but what is the proportion of strong individuals within their respective races?” He paused, not expecting others to answer, and continued, “Perhaps in stronger races, it’s only around thirty percent. Another half are at the next level of strength, and the rest are lower-tier personnel. In some weaker races, the strong might only make up ten to twenty percent.”

“With such a structure, how can they deal with the vast number of parasites under each Slave Race?” Ye Zhongming sneered.

The others were no fools and naturally understood what this meant.

Simply put, power!

Personal power! Family power! Racial power! Alliance power!

And interests!

Personal interests! Family interests! Racial interests! Alliance interests!

Even though these races had been driven from their homes by the Slave Races and could only cling to existence on seven artificial fortresses, they still had not given these up.

In their view, especially for the major races, maintaining their rule was paramount. After all, the universe was vast, and even if the Slave Races took their time consuming them, it would take who knows how long. Maintaining the status quo was also a good thing.

There was even a view among the races of the universe: send probes into the depths of space where no one had ever ventured, find habitable habitats, recuperate there for a while, and when the Slave Races eventually come, rally the restored strength to resist them. If successful, all would be well; if failed, it wouldn’t matter—they could take more people, more survivor fortresses, and continue drifting through the universe.

Perhaps finding a habitable planet would free them from dependence on Moonspan Gold. At the very least, they could continue sending people out to hunt parasites for what they needed.

If it weren’t for the mysterious wheel looming over the myriad races of the universe, they might have already done this.

But Ye Zhongming could not accept this approach because his home planet was already enveloped by a Slave Race, constantly being drained of energy. It wouldn’t be long before it became a dead star!

That was his home.

This plan was not originally called the “I Win” plan, but the Greater Earth Plan!

Ye Zhongming and Ji Ruiguang, who had once wielded great influence in the country zone, how could they tolerate others riding roughshod over them? Whether the races of the universe, the Slave Races, or even the super technological force behind the wheel—in the eyes of these two, they were all targets to be conquered, not entities to enslave them!

Perhaps this was just how people from the country were. They might have failed, fallen behind, been insulted, or even killed, but they would never grovel. The stronger the oppression, the fiercer the resistance—this was the most important reason why the civilization of the country had never been interrupted for thousands of years.

Character—many people in the country lacked it; knees—many people in the country softened them, they bowed and scraped.

But there were still more people who would straighten their backs and stand!

Undoubtedly, Ji Ruiguang and Ye Zhongming were such people.

Externally, they would declare this an “I want to win, I want to survive” plan, but in their hearts, it was called the Great Country Plan!

Yes, it wasn’t even called the Earth Plan.

Before the apocalypse, the country had been striving to catch up with the most powerful nation, on the verge of victory when a disaster abruptly halted everything. Now, Ye Zhongming and Ji Ruiguang were taking a different path. The only difference was that they not only wanted to stand atop Earth but also atop the universe.

“My goal is to make everyone strong, to turn everyone into powerful individuals, using our quality and quantity to go against the Slave Race.”

Legend had it that if all the parasites were killed, the Slave Race would die from lack of nourishment.

No one knew if it was true or false, as it had never been achieved.

But wasn’t this hope?

“I think it’s feasible.”

Jie Kui, now Ye Zhongming’s loyal subordinate, was the first to express support.

As commissioned warriors, they might seem glamorous, with resources leaning toward them, but they were lost. Were they destined for endless life-risking missions and tasks like the novice battlefield?

Following Ye Zhongming’s plan would also require risking their lives, but since they had to risk their lives anyway, wasn’t it better to risk them for themselves than for others?

At least these two small cycles had proven that following Ye Zhongming meant they might not get meat, but they would get soup—thick soup with bones! But what if they returned? They would just be blades in the hands of those high above, disposable at any time.

He was the second to agree. After resolving her inner conflicts, she would not refuse any proposal that could improve her and her race’s situation.

After showing hesitation and doubts, the others expressed their concerns one by one. Ye Zhongming answered each in turn, and gradually everyone accepted. Only the Cijin aura warrior thought carefully and said very seriously to Ye Zhongming, “Captain, I’m sorry, but I probably cannot join you. My race has its own path, and I cannot betray it. Rather than having disputes between us later because of this, I might as well give up now. Of course, during the novice battlefield, as long as you allow me to stay in the team, I will fight wholeheartedly for you.”

Ye Zhongming nodded, indicating that he understood. That only one person felt this way was already beyond his expectations. It showed that the strategies and actions of the races over the years had left many dissatisfied, or at the very least, disapproving.

“Alright, since we want to win and survive, then some people must inevitably not survive.”

Ye Zhongming pointed to a spot on the purchased map, an area next to theirs.

“There is a team here with at least thirty people and a total points exceeding forty thousand. Our first target is to… eliminate them!”