In a secluded area in Nevada known as Area 51 by the world sat prominent figures and world leaders in a meeting room. The Five Grand Martial Families were present along with other families and influential people from all over the world which included the members of the United Nations.
Since the Lane Family was the most powerful among those present, the head table automatically went to them. None of them had an issue with that but what made the frown was the young man who sat at the high table instead of Lucas Lane the Tryant Beast.
"Excuse me for asking this stupid question. I don't mean to question the Great Lane Empire but why was this kind brought along to such an important meeting regarding to the future of this world and why is he even sitting at the head table instead of Master Lucas?"
A middle-aged man who sat at the immediate table next to the Five Grand Martial Families with the flag of Germany on it stood up and asked.
The other people present including the other 4 Grand Martial Families began to question the Lane Family but in a polite manner in order not to displease them.
Lucas and Jacob looked at Bradley for instructions but he just smiled.
"Do you know my favorite song verse?
Its from a song of a Ghanaian artist called Jay Bahd."
When Bradley said that, the representatives of Ghana became surprised that a local musician from their country would have the favorite song of this young man.
"And it says,
'I DON'T TALK MUCH, I JUST SHOW ACTION!!"
Right after he ended his speech, what followed next was a world defying dragon aura that was tapped directly from the Primordial Oracle Dragon Bloodline.
"Boom!!!"
"Ahhh!!!" That was the sound that filled the room.
The only people sitting were Bradley, his father and this great grandfather. The rest were on the knees suffocating under Bradley's draconic aura. Not even the other 4 Martial Families were spared.
"Hope you are all now convinced?" Bradley asked them.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!!" Just like obedient children, they replied with haste.
Bradley recalled his aura back and that become a relief for them. But for the cold sweat, they couldn't stop it from coming.
"Now let's get back to the main reason why we have gathered here at this crucial moment."
They all stood up and sat on the chairs respectively with fear still lingering in their hearts.
"I believe that everyone present her is a cultivator and knows that this world is normal like normal people it, so I wouldn't waste much time to explain everything from the scratch.
I want you all to observe this carefully and after that, I will continue."
He pointed at large screen behind him and it turned on.
A video of outer space begun to unfold on the screen. What they were see was live footage from outer space with the help of Leonora.
From the video, they saw cracks appearing in space and these cracks kept on enlarging.
From those cracks came transmission signals which with the help of Leonora got translated for all those in the room to hear.
It said 'Prepare for our coming mortals. It wouldn't take long before you see judgment day. Submit, live, rebel, die.' That was what it said.
The world leaders present nearly cried out of fear after hearing the message.
"That message came from the inhabitants of the Immortal Realm."
"The Immortal Realm?" They wondered.
"Yes the Immortal Realm. We are currently beings of the Mortal Realm above us is the Immortal Realm. We mortals are Body Refiners. We cultivate our physical body that make us strong physical enough to withstand bullets and even grenades with just our body without dying. But those in the Immortal Realm are different. They cultivate something called the Martial Spirit.
It can be in a form of anything. I can be a gun, a sword, flute, a book, a dragon or even an idea like death, lust or anything that is approved by the heavens.
They cultivate their Martial Spirit and it grants they it's abilities and powers.
For instance, if one has a Martial Spirit of a Flame Dragon, he or she inherit the abilities of a Flame Dragon after cultivating it to a certain level.
For that reason, the have much advantage over us in terms of strength. And its not only that. They are hundreds of years ahead us in terms of civilization and development."
'Is this even a war that we are going to face?
This is suicide. A fucking goddamn suicide.' That was what they were all thinking.
"Are odds of winning against them is low but not none. We still have some time left to prepare. What I'm about to say isn't a suggestion but an order!"
"Yes sir!" They all responded in one accord.
"Right after you exit from this place and go back to your various nations, I want you to make a new policy to introduce your country to Body Refinement. They whole world should have a knowledge of how to cultivate their body. Basic Body Refinement Arts should be included to the curriculum of students. Their physical exercises period in school should be used to train their. The basic requirement for a security personnel in your country to be is Level 3 Body Refinement. I want the whole world to become refiners. Am I clear?"
"Yes! Sir!" They responded.
They were surprised by Bradley's ideology to make the whole world body refiners.
"Whatever cost that would be involved in make the world a world of cultivators, I will handle it. Money is not a problem. All you need is to submit the things you would need and the cost to me and I will do the payment. One more thing, aside from making the world a cultivators world, I want all those future technological ideas you in mind to bring out in the near future to come into existence with the next few months.
Enough funds would be provided to research facilities, technological companies, the Arms and Defense Industries, the bladesmithing and gunsmithing companies, the Artisanal/Craft Production, Improvised Weapon Making facilities and the Privately Made Firearms (PMFs) to make weapons they have never dreamt of making.
Rewards would be given to those who can make a technological breakthrough that would help as in the coming war.
I want the world's current civilization to make a major breakthrough before they arrive."
He brought an end to his long speech.
"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!!"
All those in the room stood up and begun to clap their hands.
None of them had that power and knowledge to make those bold decisions Bradley just made. What impressed them more was the funds and rewards he was going to give out to make his ideas come through.
"Since there's nothing more to discuss, you are all free to go."
"Wait! Before you go, I want you all to remember one thing. If you disobey me or fail to accomplish what you are supposed to accomplish, I hope you all remember me favorite song verse?" He asked with a wicked smile on his handsome face.
They all nodded in fear
"And what was that?"
"I DON'T TALK MUCH, I JUST SHOW ACTION."