Several people really wanted to ask, "Uncle Su, were you kidnapped? If you were kidnapped, just blink your eyes."
The way you're saying this, it sounds like a joke.
What do you mean by "we can definitely win even without us, and it will be even smoother"?
Are you treating us like burdens?!
If we're not there, what are you going to use to win? Your knees or a leather drum?
It's not that they looked down on Su Ye or thought he couldn't defeat Sanosi's female warriors, but his plan was simply too unbelievable.
However, very soon, they would understand what Su Ye really meant.
For the rest of the world outside of "Great Beautiful Nation," today was just an ordinary day. The weather might be different in various places, but everyone was in a good mood.
That biggest troublemaker on Blue Star, who did nothing but stir up trouble every day, finally got what was coming to him.
And just like the previous Battle of New York, it was another alien invasion that people were more than happy to see.
In fact, when they saw a massive number of aliens appearing in outer space and attacking the land of "Great Beautiful Nation," everyone surprisingly had the same thought.
"Yo, we finally get to see the next episode of the alien invasion! Congrats!"
"Hopefully, this is the final episode. Let's just hope they hit hard enough to turn that place into a wasteland like an island nation. That would be a happy ending for Blue Star."
"Pray! As long as people are fine!"
"People gone, things are fine?"
"Hey genius above, your phrasing is too good! I have to give you full marks!"
"Haha, don't pretend you weren't thinking the same thing as me!"
"Heh heh heh heh heh heh!"
Similar discussions were happening in almost every country around the world. The resentment toward "Great Beautiful Nation" wasn't just one nation's sentiment—it was the shared wish of all people on Earth.
In contrast, the people of China remained calm.
Since ancient times, China has been a great civilization, with thousands of years of unbroken heritage. That deep-rooted sense of a powerful nation was not something to be taken lightly.
Besides, many of the Red Shield Bureau agents were from China.
No matter how this battle turned out, the people of China had nothing to be ashamed of.
So instead, what concerned them more was whether their own heroes, who were fighting the aliens, would return safely.
At that moment, almost every young person in China received a notification on their phone.
"Earth is in grave danger. An invasion from another world is happening in an unknown location. The superheroes are fighting on the front lines, but the enemy's attacks are too strong, and the heroes' energy is limited—they cannot cover the entire battlefield."
"So, we are now recruiting substitute fighters from the general public. Those willing can apply to join the substitute ranks and fight in the Earth Defense War in place of the superheroes, contributing their strength for ultimate peace."
"We are currently recruiting 300 substitute fighters. Limited spots—apply quickly if interested!"
At first glance, this message seemed like a scam.
A few years ago, scams like this were rampant—things like "I am Qin Shi Huang, I didn't die, just went into deep sleep. Now I need 100,000 yuan to resurrect the Terracotta Army. Once I reclaim my throne, I will reward you with riches beyond imagination."
After being bombarded by scams for so long, many people had developed their own internal national anti-fraud filters and would automatically dismiss messages like this.
But if this message had only appeared on a few people's phones, or in a specific region or phone number segment, it could still be called a scam.
However, when this message appeared on the phones of nearly every young person aged 18 to 28 in all of China, it was clearly something far more significant than a mere scam.
Who could possibly be so powerful that they could directly control the phone numbers of every young person aged 18 to 28?
And this control was incredibly precise—many wild kids who were just one day shy of 18 did not receive the message.
Soon, after explanations from the two major telecommunications companies, everyone understood what was happening.
The sender wasn't a scammer—it was Su Ye.
Su Ye, who had been rising in fame for a long time, was already worshipped as a mythical figure by modern young people in China—his level of admiration was almost on par with Sun Wukong.
Once they realized that the message came from Uncle Su, the young people of China instantly exploded with excitement.
The first to react were those who were just one day or a few days shy of turning 18, as well as those who had just turned 29.
Uncle Su had issued a summon—his first summon ever. For all people of China, this was a momentous event, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a historic occasion.
Yet they'd been excluded by a matter of days, hours, or even minutes.
Unfortunately, rules were rules, and there were no appeals.
In contrast to their frustration, those who met the conditions were so excited they could almost fly.
"Ahhh! I just turned 18 yesterday—so lucky! My time to shine is now!"
"My birthday's tomorrow—holy crap, that was close. One more day and I'd have missed out—too damn lucky!"
"Don't celebrate too soon! Uncle Su said only 300 people are needed. Do you guys know how many young people in China meet the criteria? Several hundred million!"
"Out of hundreds of millions, they're only picking 300? This reminds me of racing against my siblings before I was even born. If I hadn't swum fast enough back then, someone else would be standing here instead!"
"Let me correct you—not because you were fast. The really fast ones all died dissolving through the transparent layer and the yolk membrane, okay?"
"Whoa, we've got an academic expert here! Respect!"
"Enough jokes. What exactly is this substitute fighter thing? Does anyone with a big brain know? Explain it!"
"Explain my ass! Who cares what this substitute fighter thing is? Since Uncle Su called, just accept it without hesitation. If you don't want to join, don't. One more or one less of you doesn't matter!"
"Yeah, yeah! Fewer competitors, better chances for us!"
"Sigh, substitute fighter, huh? I have no idea what it is, but I'll pass. My kid kicked off his blanket—I gotta tuck him in and then go back to earning money for his milk. I'm out."
"My novel just finished its guaranteed full-attendance period. I've already written tens of thousands of words for my new book, so I'm focusing on that instead."
"Hey, what's the title of your novel?"
"'I Have a Billion Girlfriends in XX'—please support it! A single bookmark or a recommendation vote would be great!"
"Whoa! Just for that title, I gotta check it out. A billion girlfriends? Are you planning for a single sperm to eliminate an egg?"
"Whoa… I have no words for that joke!"
No matter how much they argued and joked, in the end, almost everyone accepted Su Ye's invitation and joined this grand event!
Out of hundreds of millions, only 300 would be chosen—this level of competition was probably even tougher than becoming a superhero!