The night had deepened across the Mystic Continent, but the cabinet hall of the Alliance shone with restless light.
Every leader sat at the massive round table, its polished surface reflecting their tense faces.
The earlier revelations weighed heavily on them, and Leader Dev, who had spent the last hours speaking with General Pedro, now bore the responsibility of carrying cosmic truths to his peers.
The silence was suffocating until Dev finally stood, his cloak brushing against the marble floor. His voice echoed with unshakable gravity.
"Esteemed leaders… I have spoken with General Pedro."
All heads snapped toward him, eyes narrowing. Some with curiosity, others with wariness, but all leaned closer.
Dev's gaze swept across them, lingering on each face before continuing. "Our concerns are justified. Every person's strength is rising rapidly. In seven days, when bloodline awakenings begin, society as we know it will not remain the same. Pedro has offered us guidance… and weapons."
The word alone stirred a ripple of murmurs through the chamber.
"Weapons?" Leader from the North continent leaned forward, suspicion sharp in his tone. "Do you mean to say this alien intends to arm us — or control us?"
Dev raised a hand, silencing the whispers. "He presented prototypes of weapons from the Silver Gut Arsenal. Unlike mere tools of destruction, these are designed to balance awakened strength with discipline. One trained soldier wielding them can suppress dozens of reckless awakeners. They are not meant to enslave us but to enforce order."
Western Continent Leader brows knitted. "At what cost?"
The chamber grew still. Dev's next words carried the weight of inevitability. "The cost is allegiance. Pedro demands that we — all current leadership — pledge our world to the Silver Gut Galaxy as allies. Not as slaves, but as members bound by pact. Only then will we receive weapon blueprints and manufacturing rights."
A storm erupted. Voices clashed, accusations and doubts bouncing across the marble walls.
"This is madness!" Northern Continent Leader slammed his fist against the table. "Pledge ourselves to a galactic empire we barely know? Do you not see the trap? Today they give weapons. Tomorrow they will demand our freedom."
Sothern Continent Leader countered sharply. "And what of tomorrow if we refuse? Our people tear each other apart, ungoverned strength breeding riots and wars. What empire are we guarding if there is no civilization left to protect?"
Eastern Continent Leader joined in, his tone grim. "We must weigh sovereignty against survival. Can a world that crumbles within seven days even speak of independence? Or is it wiser to endure, to align ourselves until we grow strong enough to stand as equals?"
The debate raged. Some governors demanded resistance, others urged pragmatism. Hours passed, words grew heated, and the air itself seemed thick with the clashing force of wills.
At last, Leader Dev struck the table, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.
"Enough!"
The hall fell silent.
Dev's gaze burned with conviction. "You all know the truth. Without stability, without order, everything collapses. Our children, our families, our people — they will not survive the chaos of unchecked awakening. We are not surrendering sovereignty. We are buying time. Time to build. Time to strengthen. Time to create a future where we can stand tall beside the Silver Gut Galaxy, not beneath it."
His words struck deep. The silence stretched long before, one by one, the heads around the table nodded. Some reluctantly, some with resolve, but the decision had crystallized.
Leader James rose first. "Then it is decided. For the survival of our world, we join the Silver Gut Galaxy."
The motion passed unanimously.
The following dawn, the decision was relayed back to General Pedro through the secure portal. His towering figure appeared once more, and for the first time, his stern features softened into genuine approval.
"You have chosen wisely," Pedro intoned.
With a sweeping gesture, he summoned forth projections of dozens of weapons — rifles, energy spears, plasma blades, and wrist-mounted arrays, each humming with restrained power. Then, glowing sheets of runic blueprints streamed from the projection, embedding themselves into Dev's console.
"These designs," Pedro explained, "have been recalibrated for your world's atmospheric density, cosmic force concentration, and biological structures. They will function seamlessly with your soldiers' cultivation and even integrate with awakened bloodline abilities. A fire-bloodline warrior will find his flames intensified through plasma weaponry; a speed-bloodline will channel velocity into energy arcs. These are not mere tools — they are extensions of your people's awakening."
Dev and the other leaders bowed their heads in gratitude. "We accept this gift, General."
Pedro's image loomed taller. "Remember — the weapons are a shield, not a crutch. Discipline must come first. Train your people. Build order. And when the academy opens, ensure no child forgets that strength without control leads only to ruin."
With those parting words, Pedro dissolved into light, leaving behind a trove of galactic power now entrusted to Earth.
That evening, within the alliance's most secure private hall, the four supreme leaders convened once more — this time with Subrao Jagger, the enigmatic cultivator who had first unearthed the truth about cosmic stones.
The blueprints were displayed across the luminous table, their runic diagrams shifting in layers of incomprehensible brilliance.
Subrao's eyes widened, his breath catching as he scanned the alien schematics.
"These designs…" he whispered.
"Such intricacy, yet such harmony. Whoever forged them is no mere engineer — this is the work of a civilization tempered in countless wars."
Leader Igor leaned forward. "Can you replicate them?"
Subrao's gaze hardened with determination. "Not only replicate. I can adapt them further. But these weapons require rare resources of our world, I have some but to reach every solider we need huge amounts of such resources and with those production can begin immediately. But we will need vast manpower, discipline, and secrecy. If these designs leak into untrained hands, chaos will follow."
Leader Li's voice was firm. "Then secrecy shall be absolute. Subrao Jagger, we entrust you with this responsibility and those rare resources required for forging but first let us know the amount of those rare resources you require after forging each weapon then we can provide those resources efficiently. Assemble teams, establish facilities, and begin production at once. The future of our continent rests on these weapons."
Subrao bowed deeply. "Consider it done."
The decision sealed, the leaders prepared for their most difficult task yet — addressing the entire continent.
Within forty-eight hours, a grand press meet was organized at the heart of the Alliance Core.
Holographic projectors relayed the event to every corner of the Mystic Continent, ensuring no soul remained untouched by the leaders' words.
The square overflowed with citizens, soldiers, cultivators-in-training, and anxious families. Whispers rippled like waves until the leaders emerged, their presence commanding silence.
Leader Dev stepped forward first, his voice amplified by cosmic resonance.
"People of the Mystic Continent — hear us. The world you knew is gone. In its place rises a new age, an age of cosmic force. Your strength will continue to grow. Your bodies will crave more sustenance. You will feel hunger, you will feel restless energy, you will feel change. But do not fear."
Leader Li took the mantle next. "The infusion of cosmic force will not destroy us. Our fields, our crops, our very land will evolve. In seven days, the harvest will yield cosmic crops — food infused with essence to sustain your newfound strength. Until then, ration carefully. Endure with patience, and the land will reward you."
Leader James tone carried both warmth and warning. "Many of you have noticed that night cultivation yields stronger results. This is no coincidence. The cosmic force of our world harmonizes under starlight. Embrace the night, but cultivate responsibly. Reckless greed for force will harm you more than it helps."
Then came Leader Igor, his eyes sharp as blades. "Now listen well — with strength comes temptation. Do not let riots or chaos consume us. To maintain order, we have forged an alliance with the Silver Gut Galaxy, receiving weapons and technologies that ensure discipline. Know this — these weapons are not for conquest, but protection. Any who dare misuse their awakening to harm others will be met with unyielding force."
Gasps and murmurs swept the crowd.
But before fear could take root, Leader Dev raised his hand for silence once more.
"Lastly… the matter of your awakening. Many of you feel anticipation, even dread, for the day your bloodline emerges. But awakening is not the end — it is the beginning. To harness your bloodline, to control its abilities, you must enter the Cosmic Academy. Only there will you gain the activation stone required to awaken safely and fully. Without it, your power will remain locked, uncontrolled. The Academy will open to every individual once he or she reaches 100% cosmic force. The Cosmic Academy will be started at the previous Mystic Prodigy University. It will be taken over and handled by General Pedro acting as president and his subordinates as professors. Prepare yourselves. Train. Discipline your hearts as well as your bodies. For the Academy will decide not only your future, but the destiny of our world."
The square erupted — cheers, questions, fear, and hope mixing into a single storm of emotion. Yet beneath it all, a fragile unity stirred. The people had been given truth, guidance, and a warning.
The four leaders stood together, their gazes fixed not on the crowd, but on the horizon — where seven days of trial and transformation would soon decide whether their world would rise into the stars or crumble into dust.