Time flies, and ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
The capital of China had taken on a completely new appearance. A majestic city, blending ultra-modern technology with the charm of classical gardens, stood tall upon the Eastern land. The silhouettes of skyscrapers sketched a futuristic metropolis against the dawn, interspersed with classical pavilions featuring flying eaves and bracket sets, coexisting in harmony without a hint of discord.
In the sky, streamlined orbital trains traveled silently, linking every corner of the city like silver ribbons. Below them, ground traffic moved in an orderly and efficient manner. The faces of the citizens overflowed with heartfelt happiness and undisguised pride—a shift in spirit that radiated from the inside out, starkly different from the heaviness of a decade ago.
Today, a grand celebration was being held in the main square. The area was already a sea of people; flags fluttered, drums and music filled the air, and the atmosphere reached a peak of intensity.
Under the gaze of the masses, "That Man" slowly stepped onto the rostrum. He was still dressed in a simple Zhongshan suit. Time seemed not to have left many marks on him; instead, his face appeared younger than it had ten years prior, save for his eyes, which were deep and filled with restrained spiritual light. Every movement naturally exuded a steady yet majestic aura—the manifestation of highly condensed power and spirit from years of practicing Magnetic Field Martial Arts, a formidable presence far beyond that of an ordinary person.
The nationwide live broadcast signal activated at this moment, clearly transmitting his figure and this grand occasion to every corner of the country. Countless eyes focused here.
Standing before the multitude, "That Man" looked out with a peaceful yet firm gaze, sweeping over the surging crowd below. He took a deep breath, and his sonorous, powerful voice traveled clearly through the square and across the world via the amplification equipment.
"Compatriots, friends!"
His voice carried a peculiar piercing quality, making every word feel weighted with authority. He began to review the earth-shaking changes the nation had achieved over the past ten years.
In the field of technology, from breakthroughs in basic theory to the application of cutting-edge tech, China had completed a leap-forward development at an astonishing speed. Guided by the data provided, former technical barriers were conquered one by one, with many fields now standing far in the lead.
Regarding the people's livelihood, the promotion of Super Crops had completely solved the problem of food and clothing that had plagued this land for millennia. The abundant output made the people's dining tables richer than ever before, and the standard of living achieved a qualitative leap. Cities were revitalized, and the countryside changed daily; comprehensive networks of education, healthcare, and transportation covered what were once the most remote areas.
He placed special emphasis on the revival and strength of the national spirit. No longer characterized by the confusion and hesitation of the past, an uplifting confidence and the courage to face any challenge had returned to the hearts of the people on this land.
Between his words, he revealed deep gratitude toward a certain power—the foundation upon which all these miracles occurred. His gaze occasionally swept toward an inconspicuous direction in the crowd, carrying a hint of profound meaning. The entire square fell silent as people held their breath to listen, feeling that sense of pride and thankfulness.
Meanwhile, the screens switched to various parts of the globe. In the United States, inside the Oval Office of the White House, several staffers surrounded a massive screen, watching the broadcast from the East with grave expressions. Every word from "That Man" struck their hearts like a heavy hammer. The air was thick with oppression and helplessness; someone instinctively clenched their fist, their knuckles turning white from the strain.
In the meeting rooms of those former great powers accustomed to giving orders, there was a similar deathly silence. Only the occasional deep sigh broke the quiet, mixed with unspeakable and complex emotions—unwillingness, jealousy, and above all, a profound sense of powerlessness.
Over the last decade, the rise of China had become an insurmountable mountain weighing heavily on their hearts, making it difficult to breathe. The advanced technology and military strength they once took pride in appeared as fragile as paper before China's endless stream of innovations; they had been ruthlessly overtaken in a short time and left far behind. Their fear of the mysterious and powerful Magnetic Field Sect grew by the day, yet they had to face a cold hard fact: China had already become the unshakeable dominant force in the world. Any thought of challenging its status was an exercise in overestimating one's own capabilities.
On the podium, the tone of "That Man" shifted slightly, his voice taking on a hint of clear, heartfelt reverence.
"The achievements we have made are world-renowned."
"But we will never forget that on this road to Great Renaissance, there was once a group of selfless pioneers, a great sect, that gave us the most critical guidance and the most generous help!"
He did not directly mention Ian's name, nor did he describe the world-shaking events of the past in detail. But the three words "Magnetic Field Sect" echoed like a clap of thunder in the ears of every citizen, enough for the entire nation to instantly understand exactly what kind of existence he was referring to. These three simple words carried immense weight and represented emotions beyond comprehension.
Just as the voice of "That Man" faded and his gaze swept the crowd, his vision paused briefly at a certain spot. Among the people were several figures; though their clothes were ordinary and their auras were restrained to the extreme—looking almost no different from the common folk at first glance—their unique, calm temperament and the occasional flash of brilliance in their eyes made them stand out.
They were Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, and a few other low-profile members of the Magnetic Field Sect. They were hidden within the celebrating crowd, not seeking to flaunt their status, simply watching the stage quietly.
Sensing the gaze of "That Man," Zhang Chulan's lips curled into a familiar smirk. He raised a cup of clear tea that had appeared in his hand at some unknown moment, signaling from afar. Wang Ye remained as indifferent and ethereal as ever, merely nodding slightly with a look of mutual understanding in his eyes.
Everything was understood without a word. A slight but sincere smile appeared on the face of "That Man." The years past and the journeys to come were all validated and promised in this silent exchange.
The waves of cheers from the celebration grew louder and louder, signaling the arrival of a brand-new era.
This flourishing age is just as you wished!
Author's Note: I was pulled away for drinks and my head hurts a bit; only one chapter today. Also, the Under One Person arc is finished. Vote for the next world:
Blood Cross
The Degenerate-Drawing Man (Bu Liang Ren)
The World of Gods-Slaying (Zhan Shen)
Junji Ito World
KO One (Ultimate Class)
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