HPDBC Chapter 63 Who is calling for the fleet?
Chapter 63 Who is calling for the fleet?
The Origin Realm also has a day and night cycle.
Inside the Supreme Training Room, Chen You sat cross-legged, surrounded by spiritual energy that swirled like a thin mist.
The Nine Revolutions Primordial Chaos Technique was in operation, but deep within his consciousness—
The illusion of that vast ancient battlefield would occasionally flash by, with blurry figures constantly wielding swords.
That domineering will of "nothing can withstand my will" kept replaying in his mind.
Outside the Supreme Tower, the night was as dark as ink.
The members of Luna's Radiance yawned helplessly in the night wind.
The lights of the Supreme Tower stood out brightly in the night, casting long shadows of their figures at the edges of the lights.
There were no other adventurers around, and everything seemed so quiet and peaceful.
"Steward, Chen You... he hasn't come out yet."
A guild member sent a message to Yueying.
"He must still be inside! Keep a close eye on him!"
"Shift work, understand?"
"Anyone who dares to go easy on me will be severely punished!"
Yueying's reply carried an unquestionable command.
And, a hint of inexplicable obsession.
Meanwhile, in the real world.
Night had fallen over China as well.
Li Guoan rubbed his temples and glanced at Chen You's physical data on the monitoring screen.
He gave a few instructions to the staff on duty and then told the other members of the expert group to go and rest.
"Keep a close eye on things. If anything happens, just call me." Li Guoan's voice was calm and powerful.
Deep within the base, apart from the faint flashing of instrument indicator lights, only the occasional sound of footsteps could be heard.
While the night deepens over China, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean...
United States, the Pentagon, the President's Office.
Sunlight streamed through the huge glass windows, casting its light onto the dark marble floor and creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.
However, this solemnity was broken by the slightly heavy atmosphere in the conference room.
President George sat at the head of the long table, a hint of fatigue barely perceptible in his expression.
He looked at Defense Secretary Holman, his voice slightly low.
"Hollman, how are the preparations for the fleet exercise going?"
Holman was tall and dressed in a suit, with a resolute face and a confident smile on his face.
That smile carried the unique pride and unquestionable authority of a soldier.
He straightened his back and spoke in a loud voice.
"Reporting to the President, everything is ready."
"This afternoon, the USS Ronald Reagan Carrier Strike Group will depart on time and head to its designated area at full speed."
George nodded slightly, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.
He did not respond immediately, but fell into a brief moment of contemplation.
"Hmm... Holman," he looked up, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
"Won't doing this cause any accidents?"
"An accident?" Holman raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with confusion.
George looked out the window, as if he had remembered something, and his voice lowered.
"I'm referring to the Chinese side."
"You know, there was that unusual energy reaction that happened in their territory a while ago..."
"Although China claims that it was just a test of some new type of meteorological intervention equipment."
"But our intelligence agencies have consistently been unable to find conclusive evidence to support this claim."
He paused, his tone becoming somewhat complicated.
"Moreover, our informants couldn't find any specific reason."
"That energy fluctuation was even misjudged by our satellites as having the explosive yield of a strategic nuclear weapon..."
There was a hint of worry in George's words.
He didn't entirely believe China's explanation, but he was hampered by a lack of information and unable to make an accurate judgment.
That kind of unknown is what's most unsettling.
Holman, however, was unfazed. He smiled dismissively and retorted:
"What could possibly go wrong? Mr. President, you're overthinking it."
He walked up to the huge world map, lightly touched the Pacific Ocean with his fingertip, and spoke with unwavering certainty.
"Our fleet is the most powerful naval force on the planet, without a doubt! The USS Ronald Reagan Carrier Strike Group is its trump card."
"Any force that attempts to challenge our rule-making power in the Pacific and even globally will understand what true strength is in the face of this steel torrent."
Holman's eyes gleamed with fanatical confidence as he slammed his fist heavily onto the map, making a dull thud.
"As for the 'abnormal energy reaction' in China, it's nothing more than a trick they're using to mystify the situation."
"Mr. President, have you forgotten that their 'miracle cancer drug' was also hyped up back then? But what happened? Nothing more was heard from it afterward."
"Besides... breakthroughs in the medical field are ultimately just minor tricks, insignificant achievements."
"True national competition ultimately comes down to a contest of hard power!"
He turned around, looked directly at George, his gaze sharp.
"Military force is the ultimate bargaining chip in the great power game."
"We remain the rulers of this world."
"Not only now, but it will always be so!"
Holman was well aware of President George's concerns.
Under pressure to win re-election, he doesn't want to see any surprises.
"Mr. President, please believe me."
Holman's tone softened, taking on a seductive quality.
"Once our naval fleet has completed this voyage, and those restless countries have clearly seen the strength of the United States, the United States will surely be overjoyed."
"Your approval rating will definitely rise again, and may even break historical records."
He painted a beautiful political blueprint, hitting George precisely where it hurt.
George's gaze gradually shifted from doubt to determination.
He is a politician who understands the importance of public opinion and approval ratings.
Military strength is the cornerstone of maintaining national dignity and the guarantee of his political career.
He slowly got up, walked to the window, and looked down at the busy streets outside the Hexagon.
The sun was shining brightly, and the streets were bustling with traffic—a scene of peace and tranquility.
He thought to himself: Perhaps Holman is right. Those unusual movements in China were ultimately just a bluff.
A large-scale military exercise is enough to deter troublemakers and stabilize the internal situation.
"Hollman," George's voice regained its presidential authority, "I hope you won't let me down."
"Absolutely not, Mr. President!"
Holman was confident; he could almost see the fleet cutting through the sea, shaking the world.
He firmly believed that in the face of absolute military power, all conspiracies and tricks would crumble.
The United States will continue to dominate the world.
However, he was unaware that the "rules" he firmly believed in had been quietly overturned amidst undercurrents.
The "New Era Ticket" he saw had already been turned into an outdated piece of waste paper in the hands of a certain LV7 cultivator.
As the sun sets, the last rays of its rays paint the sky red.
On the Pacific Ocean, a massive steel fleet is sailing against the wind and waves, heading towards the distant East.
On the bridge, the captain gazed ahead with high spirits, as if he could see the dawn of victory.
They are about to sail into a completely new sea.
A place where the rules have changed, even beyond their comprehension—an unknown land.
……
As golden light pierced through the stained glass windows of the Supreme Tower, it cast dappled patterns on the ground.
Chen You slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.
After more than ten hours of seclusion, he could clearly feel that the spiritual energy vortex in his dantian had grown stronger.
The barrier between the three layers of Qi Refining is now only a thin layer away.
"Unfortunately, we've run out of Qi Gathering Pills."
Chen You smacked his lips and stood up.
At this rate of cultivation, he was confident that he could break through the barrier in another ten hours.
If you have enough Qi Gathering Pills, it should only take three or four hours.
"We need to find a way to get some new pills."
He pondered this in his mind and then left the training room.
The guide, Hill, maintained his perfect professional smile and bowed slightly.
"Dear VIP member, your VIP lucky draw for today has not yet taken place. Would you like to begin now?"
"Let's begin," Chen You said succinctly.
Don't waste the opportunity to get something for free every day.
Before my eyes, the enormous golden wheel reappeared, its light shimmering and its pointer spinning rapidly.
Although Chen You still held a slight expectation, he was no longer very excited.
One Heavenly Rank, one Earthly Rank—luck can't always be at its peak.
This time it's very likely to be the Xuan rank.
However, when the pointer slowly came to a stop.
A dazzling golden beam of light descended, enveloping Chen You.