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After answering a few final questions, Fang Xiu calmly ended the livestream.

Since Xiao Chuxia couldn’t absorb the power of lies through the internet, there was no longer any need to prolong the broadcast or mislead the public further.

But the moment the stream went offline, chaos erupted across Huaxia. On every street, in every household, people buzzed with passionate discussion about the Specter invasions and the emergence of psychics.

The shockwaves weren’t limited to Huaxia. The revelations spread rapidly across the globe.

Foreigners living in Huaxia had tuned in to the broadcast, and such a monumental announcement couldn’t be contained.

By the end of the day, news of Huaxia’s global livestream exploded like wildfire, reaching every corner of the world.

In many countries, the news incited panic. Protests erupted, riots broke out, and stores were looted as citizens demanded the truth from their governments.

Under overwhelming public pressure, many governments were forced to reveal what they had long suppressed.

And just like that, led by Huaxia, the existence of Specters and psychics became public knowledge worldwide.

Within days, the veil of secrecy was torn away. Hidden horrors that had lurked in the shadows were exposed, and countless Specter-related incidents came to light.

The Global Specter Forum, once a niche platform, was suddenly thrust into the spotlight, becoming the largest forum on Earth almost overnight.

Through the forum, people began piecing together the grim reality. For the first time, they saw the true scope of Specter invasions and the chilling incidents that had been kept out of the public eye.

Amid this chaos, Fang Xiu’s name became a worldwide phenomenon. Especially in Huaxia.

As more posts about Fang Xiu flooded the forum, the people of Huaxia began to grasp the significance of the title the Foreseer.

- Fang Xiu, while still a second-tier psychic, had defeated a Class-S Specter single-handedly.

- He led the operation that eradicated the Class-S Specter nest at Green Mountain Mental Hospital.

- During The Pokers’ attack on the Investigation Bureau headquarters, he turned the tide of battle by himself.

- He claimed to have foreseen a method to break through to the fifth tier.

- At the United Bureaus Summit, his commanding speech left the world stunned.

- In Isleland, he destroyed the Isleland Investigation Bureau headquarters on his own, earning him the infamous title the Dominator.

As Huaxia citizens read these accounts, they were filled with shock, awe, and growing pride.

The realization dawned: the strongest psychic in the world—the one standing above all others—was one of their own.

For the youth of Huaxia, particularly those with strong nationalistic ideals, Fang Xiu became a symbol of hope and a savior.

His unapologetic stance toward his opponents, his decisive actions in Isleland, and his bold proclamations during the livestream made him an idol.

As more of Fang Xiu’s feats came to light, the belief in his words from the broadcast solidified. People began to accept his vision as inevitable:

The world would fall, and Huaxia would be the last nation standing.

Huaxia would lead humanity’s counterattack and ultimately triumph over the Specters.

If anyone else had made such claims, they would have been dismissed as delusional. 

But when The Foreseer Fang Xiu spoke, people listened—and believed.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

His statements even sparked an international phenomenon: a surge in immigration applications to Huaxia.

From ordinary citizens to wealthy tycoons and influential politicians, countless foreigners scrambled to secure their futures in Huaxia.

The higher someone’s status or wealth, the more access they had to reliable information—and the clearer their understanding of Fang Xiu’s power.

While the general public marveled at titles like the Foreseer and the Dominator, the global elite understood far more.

They grasped the true weight behind Fang Xiu’s words.

Even if his declarations about Huaxia’s future were exaggerated or intended to boost morale, one fact was undeniable: Huaxia was the safest place on Earth.

It was home to the only known fifth-tier psychic and the world’s strongest psychic—a man capable of shifting the balance of power with a single move.

For the elites, the choice was obvious. Even if Fang Xiu’s predictions were propaganda, moving to Huaxia was the only rational decision. It was the last refuge in a crumbling world.

For the average Huaxia citizen, watching the world’s wealthy and powerful clamor to join their country only reinforced their belief:

The future truly belonged to Huaxia.

“Sir, we’ve received a surge in immigration applications from wealthy individuals across various countries. Some have even begun sneaking into the country illegally,” a staff member reported to Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu glanced briefly at the files in front of him and issued his instructions. “Increase surveillance to root out illegal immigrants. Deploy sensory-type psychics to investigate. If any are discovered, confiscate all their assets and transfer them to the state. As for the individuals themselves, send them to work on the emergency defense bases currently under construction across the country.”

He paused briefly before continuing, “For the wealthy individuals and politicians applying legally to immigrate, raise the entry requirements and conduct thorough background checks. If their records are clean, extract a substantial portion of their wealth as a condition for approval. If there’s any stain on their record, confiscate all their assets and send them to work on the bases as well.”

The staff member hesitated, unease flickering across his face. “Sir, isn’t this a bit… harsh? Some potential immigrants might refuse and give up on coming altogether.”

Fang Xiu fixed him with a cold, unflinching stare. “They’re the ones begging to come. We’re not begging them. We don’t shelter idlers.”

“Yes, sir. I understand. I’ll handle it immediately.”

To Fang Xiu, Huaxia wasn’t just a country—it was the foundation of his power.

He had fought countless battles, endured endless danger, and faced unspeakable horrors to secure the authority he now wielded.

He wasn’t about to let foreign businessmen or politicians stroll in and enjoy the protection he had bled to create.

If they wanted Huaxia’s safety, they would pay a steep price. It wasn’t the money he valued—it was the power it could buy.

For Fang Xiu, power was the key to survival. To achieve his ultimate goal of eradicating the Specters, he needed to grow his strength and fortify his forces. That meant using every resource available to strengthen himself and Huaxia.

Whether it was the National Psychic Program, the construction of defense bases, the development of Spiritual Energy weaponry, or the cultivation of an elite psychic army—everything required resources, manpower, and the “voluntary contributions” of those seeking refuge.

In the following days, Fang Xiu focused on coordinating the launch of the National Psychic Program.

Across Huaxia, the Investigation Bureau established training bases, assigned instructors, and finalized standardized curriculums and training protocols.

As Chief Commander, Fang Xiu didn’t concern himself with minor details. His role was to direct strategy and oversee progress, leaving the implementation to his subordinates.

Despite the massive undertaking, everything proceeded efficiently.

Then, after days of waiting, a reconnaissance team sent to investigate the Specter Train finally returned with a report.

“Sir, last night at midnight, the team you dispatched vanished without a trace at Platform 18. We’ve sent more people to investigate, but so far, we haven’t uncovered any clues.”

Fang Xiu’s eyes narrowed slightly. He knew what had happened. The Specter Train had claimed its latest victims.

The train was no ordinary phenomenon. It seemed to exclusively target psychics, ignoring ordinary people entirely.

Its purpose? To transport psychics to spatial nodes for trials—grueling tests designed to push their limits. Those who failed were “eliminated.”

From his previous encounter, Fang Xiu had deduced that the train required psychics to be at least at the fourth tier to even board.

He vividly remembered the fourth station: the Graveyard. There, all passengers were buried in grave soil.

At the time, Fang Xiu hadn’t encountered any other fourth-tier psychics and couldn’t fully analyze the nature of the soil.

But now, reflecting on it, the energy emanating from that soil was eerily similar to the Domain energy wielded by fourth-tier psychics.