As the Villain, I Have a Persuasion System Chapter 197 : Four Reactions

The South Pacific Forces' official announcent spread across the world.

Corresponding to this was a massive military formation whose scale alone was impactful, as revealed by command's first batch announcent:

Currently deployed combat forces included 6 carrier battle groups, land-based field airports with 800 fighter aircraft and 300 bombers, plus amphibious assault ships for island operations and over 20 elite units. The offensive would use naval and air force main strength to break open situations and clear target areas.

Easier said than done.

With command's troop movents, most of the Pacific coast mobilized. This recapture war determined related parties' future developnt space—no room for negligence.

As one major supply source, Ningfeng Harbor naturally couldn't stay out.

Dock district.

Several containers bearing Changfeng Group logos were loaded onto ships. Though it was gradually withdrawing from infection disease dicine business, the foreseeable high-intensity battlefield still needed other various dicines—none but them could handle it.

"Manager Jin, this order volu is quite large, enough to compensate for abandoning dicine business losses. What do you think..."

The secretary suddenly fell silent, discovering this suited man standing motionless gazing at the coast, slightly lost in thought, no longer hearing other words.

Usually the boss was always decisive—rarely had such disconnected atmosphere.

After monts, Jin Changfeng murmured: "Actually I'm more worried than during catastrophic Disaster Beasts, because attackers often bear more danger. Moreover, nobody dares guarantee what's really inside Fallen Zones—too many unstable factors. We indeed profited from this deal, but uneasily. In short, I can't feel at ease, having bad premonitions."

"No problem. Didn't you hear? Such powerful Salvation Church plans involvent. Even if military gets worse, don't you trust them?"

"Right."

Jin Changfeng's worried expression deepened further.

Precisely because New Allied Forces were concerning, pressure mainly fell on the Church. Wasn't the announced ssage "reconnaissance of Fallen Zone depths"? Simply ridiculous. So Bull quite bossy—why entrust the most arduous parts to Magical Girls?

The more he thought, the angrier he got, but couldn't speak out, only suppressing internally.

"...Whatever. Not just Salvation Church—didn't we all struggle through step by step? Offense is indeed dangerous, yet the necessary path to victory."

Both comforting subordinates and convincing himself, Jin Changfeng hoped his foolish daughter would return safely through fool's luck, then trusted Magical Girl Hyacinth—absolutely reliable.

Positioned in one of the largest logistical supply bases, he acutely felt this battle would definitely be arduous and dangerous.

If catastrophic Disaster Beast groups were terrifying for world-collapsing explosive power, then Fallen Zone Disaster Beasts excelled in massive numbers accumulated over years. Regarding high-tier Disaster Beast backbone levels, they might be more terrifying than Arctic battles. After all, catastrophic Disaster Beast groups had 90% strength in the catastrophe—except Aurora, all were accessories.

"Speaking of which, any news from frontlines?"

"Military used latest spy satellites to detect many powerful Disaster Beasts erging from depths with intense internal competition and constant mutual slaughter."

"Ultimately just monsters without brains or morality... fortunately, otherwise the world would be too terrifying."

"Didn't they already prove high-tier Disaster Beasts possess human-level intelligence?" The secretary dismissively said: "Ultimately this isn't monster movies but wars between two species competing for survival rights. Whether they have higher intelligence doesn't prevent killing."

"Your thinking is shallow. Massive intelligent Disaster Beasts represent attempts to replace you, , and everyone."

Jin Changfeng sighed.

Positioned highly, he understood more information. Moreover, dealing with Salvation Church several tis, he knew supernatural powers were rapidly expanding. As part of them, how could Magical Girls, Disaster Beasts, and Holy Relics not change? Plus fairies hiding in shadows... too chaotic, thinking about it caused headaches. Unfortunately, his foolish daughter was in the storm's eye center, still one of the troublemakers.

In other words, no longer qualified to withdraw. Either keep winning or perish—rules there were definitely more brutal than business warfare.

Am I worrying too much? Perhaps shouldn't worry about Jin Ruochu so much. That child was always lucky—should be.

"Boss, supply fleets departed from harbor."

"So company materials can help Allied Forces frontlines." Jin Changfeng shook his head then turned: "Watching here is aningless. Let's return, supervise production lines, fully support South Pacific."

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California.

Julia paced restlessly in the office, more nervous than when preparing party elections with her husband.

She glanced at the desk worker, coldly saying: "Miller, aren't you worried about Elsa at all?"

"Honestly, I'm using work to suppress worry, and worrying serves no purpose."

"Didn't you carefully read those Fallen Zone intelligence reports? The water, plants, and air inside are deadly—even drinking freshwater is problematic, more desperate than deserts. How can humans fight in such environnts? Let alone recapture. I admit using nuclear weapons and such harsh thods should work, but how many casualties during this period? Yet the Church must be at the forefront! rcenary Alliance folks are truly shaless."

"What if serving as vanguard was Lady Hyacinth's decision?" Miller said quietly: "She has that tough style, would be very pleased to establish authority through this."

Hearing this conclusion that hit the nail on the head, Julia was slightly stunned. Thinking carefully, it was indeed correct—the entire Salvation Church from top to bottom emanated willingness to fight deterrent force, absolutely acting when necessary.

Thinking from their perspective, couldn't miss such rit-building opportunities, which would definitely push organizational status toward further developnt.

"You're right."

"I think this is good, representing the Salvation Church actively seeking power. I like ambitious people—they can stay forever young."

Getting excited, Miller suddenly produced a thick stack of docunts, clearly more detailed command plans. Anti-Disaster Beast combat was inherently unclassified—more publicity helped shape cohesion. As a major logistical base, California understood considerable intelligence.

Julia looked and couldn't help covering her mouth, sighing repeatedly.

The planned route map showed Salvation Church would ride Hermit Island straight through peripheral zones, core zones to depths, consecutively fighting 3 layers creating unprecedented achievents.

Simple and direct, full of confidence.

Behind Magical Girls' undisguised domineering actions must exist so massive interest.

Miller said seriously: "Just improving status and influence—such vague reasons aren't enough for Hyacinth to risk danger. I don't think so Bull could command her either. Definitely other reasons that ordinary people like us can't understand. But I can confirm one point: worthwhile. So far Salvation Church actions were very logical, never making mistakes, so Elsa will also be safe."

"...Whatever. Even if we don't understand Hyacinth's magic, we've witnessed Imperial Flower's power—should work."

The couple couldn't help recalling that day riding World Serpent soaring into clouds.

Magic was miraculous products—this was universally acknowledged. Having personally experienced it, Miller and Julia had to believe. If currently appearing Disaster Beasts' strength was traceable, then magic excelled in excellent chanisms.

They actually knew worrying was useless, so could only devoutly pray for God's protection of Elsa.

"Think positively, Julia. Anyway, this is just first-phase mission objectives—the difficult parts are still ahead, way off. By then the Church will also be much stronger. Take it slow—future handling of so tumor monsters soaking in seas will be effortless."

"I'm worried there's no end."

"We originally lived in a world of endless Disaster Beasts—conversely, now we finally see so dawn."

Miller remained the most optimistic of the three, often joking, perhaps developing a big heart through political career. When needing composure, he absolutely wouldn't drop the ball, at least never becoming soone who rendered gloomy atmospheres, incidentally shouldering responsibility comforting his wife.

Thinking positively, clearing Fallen Zone Disaster Beasts benefited the entire world:

New shipping routes opened, abundant fishery resources, areas awaiting developnt—a series of blue oceans, not ntioning subsidiary benefits generated, since major wars counted as economic activities.

Anyway, recent stock trading sectors were hot—regardless of frontline success, first buy everything. Financial circles were prosperous.

He suddenly brightened, murmuring: "Managent Bureau's affiliated foundation seems active, probably following Elsa and their instructions speculating... good calculations. Even fighting at front, never forgetting profits."

"A bunch of money-grubbers!"

Thinking her husband had insights but after holding back, giving this news was more ridiculous.

Salvation Church beca increasingly free-spirited in Julia's heart—both fighting Disaster Beasts and fiercely playing financial gas for big money, never losing out.

Indeed fitting Elsa's character—no, this tone should be Hyacinth's early establishnt continuing to today with her daughter responsible.

"People in Fallen Zones can trade stocks but can't contact us?"

"Don't say that—definitely entrusted to managent institutions." But Miller grew happier discussing this aspect: "They considered thoroughly—this is right, earning regardless. Whether everyone admits it, Salvation Church is already among the world's few major players. Not ntioning so few organizational mbers lacking internal friction, easier external influence application. In my view, Bull's upstart group had to need Magical Girls' support."

"You dislike that person?"

"Cooperating to defeat military hardliners doesn't an rcenary leaders are trustworthy. People like Bull starting from zero without fear of loss beco deadly when crazy. Preferences have nothing to do with politics—I can't say I dislike him, but cooperating with rcenaries requires vigilance."

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Cairo, Indian Ocean Theater Command.

Officers hurriedly ca and went, handling various different materials and docunts. The terrible thing was they all pointed to one matter: South Pacific Fallen Zone's obvious spillover to surroundings, with their stationed area bearing the brunt. Unavoidable—when New Zealand frontlines began general offensive signals, they should carefully defend.

At this mont, harbor surroundings were filled with thick fog. Broad daylight yet extrely dark, with continuous Disaster Beast roars from coastlines.

Citizens stayed behind closed doors, obediently locking themselves inside hos, even without any sounds.

Streets were full of martial law patrol soldiers, orderly and consistently uniform, even footsteps barely audible—quite eerie.

Everyone was obviously preparing various busy matters yet lacked liveliness. Who could imagine Cairo achieving complete lurking standby at one command? Even Nile-side pyramids never experienced such extre contrasts between motion and stillness.

Rumble!

Shells streaked across the sky, crashing into seas raising blood sprays.

But these firepower exchanges ant little to Pharaoh's eyes—just handling bottom-tier Disaster Beasts.

As an ancient Holy Relic, he could see more unusual magical power. These monsters' vitality was discordantly vigorous, boundless, often very resilient.

Disaster Beasts step by step climbed embanknts, beaches, and defense lines. Wave after wave fell on roads yet continued forward, considerable portions dragged down by kindred for complete devouring, surviving in other forms. The Disaster Beast you just killed might be eyeing you from translucent tumors next mont—spine-chilling.

"Can't hold them. Retreat, abandon the first defense line."

"Call air support!"

Despite lively fighting, actually couldn't produce much advanced goods. Expensive air forces couldn't easily deploy, not ntioning capable pilots were all transferred.

They knew their own situation—didn't everyone understand the Indian Ocean Theater's military deterioration? Too clear, but no choice. Half the world's main elite soldiers, equipnt, and materials were transferred to South Pacific Forces. They were fighting humanity's largest-scale offensive war in history, prepared for protracted battles and tug-of-wars with 15-month strategic reserves—couldn't spare other theaters' scraps.

Disaster Beasts were about to pounce when those stiff soldiers suddenly revitalized, accelerating movents as if morale soared.

"Coming?"

Pharaoh understood the controller behind was preparing serious effort for interception. Just-slow people beca spirited, completely recovering autonomy while feeling inexhaustible strength, forcibly blocking Disaster Beast attacks.

But matters were far from over. Sohow several shells refracted from sea, bombing beaches.

Looking closely, so Disaster Beasts were lifting door-sized eyeballs covered with compound eyes seeing everything. Whatever they targeted, attacks returned original paths. It wasn't complete—should co from Hegemon Disaster Beast's scattered flesh. This part possessed powerful ntal force, using pure psychic thods controlling Disaster Beasts as mounts, coming and going like wind reflecting attacks.

"Sir, this guy has several appearance records, codena Hundred Eyes. According to Church intelligence, quite active—a Hegemon Disaster Beast continuously outputting power externally."

"I'll dispose of this flesh."

Before finishing, Ten Plagues relic magical power surged. Energy representing hail disasters washed sea surfaces, massive ice crystals like shells subrged enemies. Casual strikes covered eyeball flesh and coastlines entirely. Large numbers of Disaster Beasts died—touching hail brought Knowledge Poison invading bodies.

High-tier Holy Relics' contamination power was already mastered by Pharaoh, easily burying one wave of attackers.

Though he hadn't acted for many years, skills remained sharp. Erupting pressure forcibly flattened dozens to hundreds of ordinary Disaster Beasts, blood and bones mixed together collapsing.

"Indeed weakness lies behind eyeball cells. Just fragnts are much easier."

"Very accurate intelligence." Sohow Gothic doll girl appeared yet nobody cared: "Does the Church truly possess prophetic magic?"

"Respected ancient sage, you should understand better than ."

"I know most threatening magic in the world, but can't guarantee it won't change due to users. Weak can beco strong, strong can beco weak. So before grasping variables, we should hide ourselves—many magic possess long-range conceptual curse-killing abilities."

Speaking, the doll disappeared.

Since actively erging from relic excavation sites and finding that ancient Holy Relic to establish cooperation, she'd been mysterious, rarely appearing, only allowing one-way contact.

Pharaoh felt no displeasure—already past ages caring about minor humiliations.

Relic-brought erosion consud too much: emotions, thoughts, and flesh, spreading inside out everywhere. Comparatively, finding survival thods trumped everything. Even Holy City Association's longevity pursuits couldn't compare to one living example crossing eons: Lady Silverbell.

Suddenly his expression changed, involuntarily gazing toward Red Sea adjacent to Nile. Obviously Disaster Beast offensives ended yet making splashing water sounds, gradually approaching.

Tentacle-ford figures flickered in sea fog—bodies resembling humans with muscle definition yet no skin, extrely bizarre.

She returned, representing mission completion. What did she bring back?

Pharaoh shook his head, no longer caring. Whatever—what did this world matter to him?

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World Tree Realm, Fairy Realm.

As realm gateway guardian, Vilena as always observed adjacent human world magical power fluctuations. They felt very restless—thick negative magical power from the other side caused surrounding discussions. Even with fairy cultivation, they couldn't help worrying.

"Fallen Zones actually produced 4 Disaster Beast hegemons. What if they try integrating resources to devour and strengthen?"

"Past human authorities ignored Fallen Zone developnt for various reasons, even neglecting basic reconnaissance surveillance. Now learning consequences."

"Very troubleso. They've already invaded Planet Gaia ecology, reaching erosion assimilation levels. Truly disgusting—reminds of World Tree's contaminated areas. Simply the stinkiest garbage among starry spaces."

Fairies most detested and feared such unclean things—targeted poison.

Vilena produced a mirror, positioning it forward toward distant starry skies. After observing montarily, her expression grew serious, murmuring: "Terrible."

"Captain, what happened?"

"Fallen Zone depths accumulate very strong energy—no, accurately speaking, Fallen Zone center, fourth layer circle. These Disaster Beasts have devoured and recuperated too long, constantly accumulating optimized mutation traits gathering toward stronger ones, trending toward smaller volus, stronger magical power, increased intelligence... What are they doing? Probably true monsters being born."

Just as border fairies were cautious, a fairy knight group arrived, led by familiar face Julius.

Not long since last descent to human world restraining catastrophic Disaster Beasts, eting again. But this ti probably couldn't support since spatial barriers had no flaws—even fairies were helpless.

"You ca specifically investigating Fallen Zone center?"

"Though I want to answer yes, it won't work. We must save spatial barrier breakthrough power for large-scale Planet Gaia descent timing. Be patient."

"Duty-bound, I must report to Lord Julius: new mutants appeared evolving in directions opposite existing Disaster Beasts. Current New Allied Forces probably can't withstand them, even adding Salvation Church would be difficult."

Vilena loved cute Magical Girls. If suffering massive losses, she'd also feel heartache—naturally all fairies thought so.

"I worry about them equally." Julius sighed: "But we detected dark fairy auras."

"What!"

ntioning that split-off branch of fairy species, their expressions changed drastically. Though long without contact, they knew those fellows' crazy, obsessive styles—believing rather than constantly expelling, better to deeply research and control Disaster Beasts constructing new worlds. Terrifying ideologies drove indescribable evil acts. Setting aside damage to Disaster Beasts and humans, even occasional compatriot disappearances connected to them.

Dark fairy traitors were taboos World Tree Realm didn't want ntioning yet couldn't avoid, especially becoming more active during Queen's slumber.

Nothing good involved these fellows.

Julius waved: "Don't be so nervous. Seems just scattered energy from remains, perhaps related to previous generation catastrophic Disaster Beast Blood Tsunami."

"Dark fairies mastered Disaster Beast summoning abilities?" Vilena was shocked.

"Timing doesn't match. Previously Planet Gaia's magical power activity was very low—having thods it couldn't summon... unless one high fairy lurked for decades planning this, also needing human integration with certain power. Anyway, too many required factors. We just want to trace who owns the remains now?"

"Results?"

"Protected by magical counter-reconnaissance effects." Julius added: "Not ordinary shielding thods either—insufficient power yet high position. Very clever, using skillful force to resolve divination magic. So I guess it cos from higher-tier magic."

Vilena nodded: "Actually I have similar feelings. Many previously useful observation thods failed, almost wasting half."

While talking, both complained bitterly—work grew increasingly difficult.

Imaginably, as human world awakened more supernatural factors plus Holy Relics, Magical Girls, even Disaster Beasts rapidly growing in high magical environnts, new thods erged endlessly. Clever ones noticed previously seemingly useless things developed fresh applications, enjoying research.

Now good.

Touching forbidden Knowledge Poison might soday create more exaggerated things—unimaginable.

Both fairies unanimously looked at observation mirrors, sighing. Ultimately, must quickly descend to Planet Gaia.