Uburka, the chairman of Terras, guffawed. “How does our proposal sound, my compatriots? Isn’t my solution perfect?”0

No one answered.0

“It’s so perfect that everyone has been rendered speechless. Ugor, I see! People’s perspectives are inherently narrow, so when they are immersed in work, they can’t think of even simple solutions. Be grateful! We, Terras, have come to offer you a refreshing solution!”0

It was so refreshing that if the solution were food, it would be so raw that it would give people a stomachache. The multi-species allied forces and the Shellmounts both looked like they were chewing on plastic waste. 0

Dumbstruck, the Skian commander of the allied forces pointed his finger at Uburka. “What the hell is wrong with you fungi?”0

“It’s okay. I understand your pettiness, I really do.” Uburka solemnly nodded. “Hmm. Even if the solution is perfect, it’s hard to accept it right away. Somehow, you will still feel defeated. Everyone hates losing, or more accurately, the feeling of losing. Poor you.”0

“Ummm…”0

“So, we will crush you first!” 0

Uburka stretched out his left arm. A Terra warrior came up and offered him a spear. 0

Uburka slowly took a stance with his eyes closed. When he opened them, his left arm muscles bulged, and a ray of light was released. He wrapped the spear in his bloody red aura and then threw it—no, launched would be more accurate. 0

Boooooom!0

Uburka’s posture was as graceful as that of an Olympic athlete....0