The Tycoon's Odyssey-Chapter 445 : 445

President Malcolm stood on a grand stage in the heart of USL's capital, facing a massive crowd.

Towering screens surrounded him, broadcasting his face to every corner of the nation. The air was thick with tension, filled with uncertainty. Families, workers, and officials all stood frozen, waiting for an explanation and an answer to the chaos that had gripped their lives for the past months.

Several theories and pictures have been showcased and were flooding all over the internet, but there has been no authentication.

This uncertainty had clearly pushed everyone towards the edge.

Now, finally, the President had come to speak.

Malcolm took a deep breath and began.

"I know the past few months have been unbearable," he began, his voice steady. "There has been so much uncertainty, so much fear. Livelihoods have been harmed, our economy has suffered, and countless lives have been left struggling."

A heavy silence settled over the crowd. Everyone knew this truth in his words all too well.

"There came a point," he continued, "where everything went beyond what we could handle. No matter what we did, it wasn't enough. But thankfully, someone stepped in to save the day."

A ripple of whispers spread through the audience. Who was he talking about?

"You might be wondering who this person is and what exactly he did," Malcolm said. He turned to a massive screen behind him, where an image appeared.

The crowd gasped. It was Walter—the man they had seen countless times in speeches and interviews. The man they had known as the leader of the Federation.

Malcolm raised a hand, pointing at the screen.

"This man… this thing is an alien."

The audience erupted into chaos.

"What?!"

"Impossible!"

"You must be joking!"

Some people stared in shock, while others shook their heads in disbelief, outrightly refusing to believe it.

Malcolm raised his hand, urging them to calm down. "I know this is hard to believe. I know you think I'm lying. But I have proof. You can see it for yourself."

The screen shifted to a video.

A massive fleet of sleek, black spaceships hovered above a futuristic city, their surfaces reflecting the golden light of the sun. Without warning, the ships opened fire, reducing towering skyscrapers to rubble. Explosions rang out, followed by waves of soldiers in sleek metallic armor leaping from the ships.

Humans, equipped with modern weapons and armor, fought back. The battle was brutal—energy blasts, missiles, and high-tech weaponry clashed in a dazzling display of destruction.

The footage then shifted again.

Suri, leading a group of warriors, weaved through the battlefield, striking down the alien soldiers with precise, deadly attacks. Gunfire and explosions filled the air, illuminating the sky like a violent storm.

And then, Evan appeared.

His eyes burned with cold fury as he faced Walter. The two clashed in an intense fight, their every attack sending shockwaves through the battlefield. The fight was relentless—blows were exchanged, energy was surging—until, in the final moment, Evan delivered a decisive blow.

Walter fell. Defeated.

The screen went black.

Silence.

The crowd stood frozen, their minds reeling and trying to grasp what they had just witnessed. Some gasped. Some collapsed to their knees. Others simply stared, their worldviews shattered beyond repair.

Malcolm's voice broke the silence, firm and unwavering.

"This is the truth."

He let the words hang in the air.

"The world we lived in was governed by aliens. We, mere humans, meant nothing to them. To them, we were nothing but pawns to be controlled and manipulated. And when Evan opposed them, they turned on him, calling him a threat."

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He paused, and then, his voice rose again.

"But God helped us! And with His blessing, Evan emerged victorious. He defeated the alien forces and reclaimed our world!"

A thunderous cheer erupted.

Malcolm took a deep breath before delivering the final revelation.

"Now, the world will move forward. In a historic decision, all nations have agreed—the concept of countries will cease to exist."

Murmurs filled the air.

"From this day forward, we are one people. One world. One Federation."

He raised his arms high.

"God bless humanity! God bless the world!"

The crowd roared, their cheers echoing through the capital.

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In Daxia, Prime Minister Zhao stood before a sea of people in Tianyang Square. Unlike Malcolm, his expression was calm but firm.

"The world you thought you knew," he began, "was a lie."

The people listened, their faces tense.

"For centuries, we were ruled by forces beyond our understanding. They worked in the shadows, controlling us, and shaping our fate. But now, thanks to one man, the truth has been revealed."

He gestured to the screen behind him. The same footage played—the battle, the destruction, the final fight. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Some clutched their chests in disbelief.

"This is not fiction," Zhao said. "This is reality. And this reality came at a cost."

He took a measured breath.

"But we fought. And we won."

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Daxia will no longer be just a nation. We will be part of something greater. The world will now be united under the Federation."

He raised a fist.

"From now on, we stand together—as one people!"

The crowd chanted his name, their voices filled with newfound resolve.

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In USR, Viktor stood on the grand balcony of the Kremlin, his cold eyes scanning the massive gathering below. Unlike the others, he wasted no time with introductions.

"The old world is gone," he declared. "Destroyed by the lies we lived under."

His voice was harsh, and sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. The people below listened intently.

"The Federation was ruled by an alien. A parasite that used us as pawns. But no more."

The screen played. The battle. The truth. The fall of Walter.

Silence followed. Then, anger.

"They lied to us!"

"They made us their slaves!"

Viktor let them rage for a moment before raising a hand. The crowd immediately fell silent.

"But we have our revenge," he said. "Evan won. Humanity won."

His gaze hardened.

"And now, we move forward. There will be no more nations. No more borders. From this moment on, we are one and belong to one Federation. One world."

The people stood in stunned silence. Then, one by one, they raised their fists.

Viktor smirked.

"Glory to humanity," he said.

And the people roared in agreement, shaking the night.