Chapter 527: The Incarnation of Doomsday

A wave of exhaustion washed over Aiden, and he felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body.
God knows, when he, as the president of the United States, reluctantly submitted a membership application to a gaming guild, he felt like a death row inmate awaiting trial.
During the time he was waiting for Fang Huan's approval, Aiden felt like he was living in a nightmare every day, which made him lose his appetite and sleep.
He knew very well that if Fang Huan refused, it wouldn't be a simple "failure to join the association," but rather a "death sentence" for him!
That would mean that Fang Huan was going to take formal action against him, and his political career, and everything he had, would be in vain!
But now, Fang Huan has accepted him with an unimaginable magnanimity.
Is it because... does this old man still have any value to them?
“However, they have one condition,” John added.
"condition?"
"Yes. They plan to provide you with a 'mentor team' from the white building to the Trinity Guild's dedicated base. These mentors will provide you with round-the-clock, all-round, close 'guidance'."
What is the reason?
"Guiding you through playing the game..."
They said it was to help you better understand and experience the game.
That game has a long history, a complex system, and a lot to learn.
Aiden smiled, but it was a bitter smile.
He certainly understood the true meaning behind those high-sounding words.
This is not "guidance" at all; it is clearly Fang Huan's plan to plant countless eyes around him and put his every move under the strictest surveillance!
But this was exactly what he had expected.
"I can bear this humiliation." Aiden slowly sat up straight, a glimmer of light returning to his eyes.
"However, Fang Huan has given me this 'favor'... I suppose I should also pay a corresponding 'price'?"
"Yes. I just received an instruction from them regarding the Morocco issue."
Morocco?
"Fang Huan is wielding the big stick of money to expand his territory across the African continent, building schools and infrastructure on a massive scale, including their 'wildfire' security base. You should have heard of that."
Aiden had, of course, heard about it.
Fang Huan is establishing a professional education and training system in Africa, ostensibly to cultivate talent, but in reality, he is training future "slaves" and "soldiers" exclusively for Fang Huan.
Even a fool could see through this trick.
"However, Morocco has been stubbornly refusing and preventing any of Fang Huan's forces from entering its territory."
Therefore… Fang Huan hopes to use the political influence of Country M to put pressure on them.”
"They want me to handle this?"
"Compared to other politicians, your words as president carry a different weight."
“Morocco…” Aiden’s eyes deepened.
Morocco, an ally of the M country.
Why would country M form an alliance with this North African nation? Is it to manage African affairs?
No.
Their gaze was fixed on something far away.
“Morocco is a strategic location.” Aiden’s voice deepened.
"A perfect place to control Europe."
From there, a boat trip takes only an hour to reach Spain. It's like a dagger pressed against Europe's Achilles' heel.
For this reason, the United States has deployed a variety of advanced weapons there, ranging from missiles to fighter jets.
In the event of a future war with Europe, these weapons could deliver a fatal blow from Europe's backyard in the first instance!
"But... Fang Huan couldn't possibly be trying to control those missiles, could he?"
"Of course not, they wouldn't resort to such a brutal method to threaten the world."
But what if they establish a 'wildfire' base there?
Aiden then changed the subject.
"The EU is well aware of the terror of the 'wildfire' superhuman armed force, so apart from Greece, they are on high alert and will never allow the 'wildfire' to establish any foothold on European soil."
"But what if a 'wildfire' hotspot appeared in Morocco, which is so close to Europe..."
“That’s right.” A cold glint flashed in Aiden’s eyes.
"At that time, Fang Huan will be able to use this as a springboard to infiltrate their 'Wildfire' agents into the whole of Europe like a virus."
This is the real reason why they are willing to use our political power to take over Morocco!
It was only at this moment that John realized what was happening.
Fang Huan's obsession with Morocco was not for any educational poverty alleviation, but to obtain a strategic bridgehead for conquering the European continent!
“It seems I should also send my ‘greetings’ to Morocco,” Aiden said quietly.
What are you going to say?
"What else can I say?" Aiden chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"Tell them to stop acting like children and to obediently open the door to welcome Fang Huan."
"You can't fight city hall."
"But as far as I know, the Moroccan royal family is extremely hostile and wary of 'Fang Huan,' so they might not listen to you..."
"Then they'll have to pay the price for their stupidity." Aiden's tone was devoid of any emotion.
"In some way...the way they absolutely cannot bear it."
As for the form in which the thunderstorm would descend, Aiden neither knew nor wanted to know.
All he could do was use his remaining power to repay the "life-saving grace" bestowed upon him by Fang Huan.
After all, it's a give-and-take, a tit-for-tat relationship—isn't that the essence of politics?
***
The Royal Palace in Morocco.
"What did you say? Fang Huan has sent someone to request negotiations again?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"No way! Get them out!"
"But...but Your Majesty!" a minister urgently advised.
"Fang Huan is hailed as the 'Messenger of God,' and as you know, all those who defy their will have suffered terrifying retribution!"
"That's right! Even the United States has sent word that President Aiden personally conveyed his hope that we will accept Fang Huan's request!"
Another minister echoed this sentiment.
"Fool!" King Abdul VI roared in fury, smashing the golden cup in his hand to the ground.
"Can't you see it yet? The president of Country M has long been Fang Huan's lackey!"
Fang Huan and his ilk are not messengers of God at all; they are demons!
It's 'Dajjal', prophesied in the Quran!!
Dajjal.
It means "false savior" or "lying prophet".
In Islamic doctrine, this is the greatest hypocrite and deceiver who descends upon humanity on the eve of the Last Judgment.
In Christianity and Catholicism, it has another name that is more widely known—
The Antichrist!
"They are the evil spirits described in the Quran who will bring about the end of the world!"
They are the culprits that destroyed this world!
A fanatical flame burned in Abdul's eyes.
"Once we surrender our land, we will become the devil's henchmen! Never to be redeemed!"
His stubborn resistance to Fang Huan stemmed from his almost fanatical and devout faith.
He firmly believes that Fang Huan is the embodiment of the end times prophesied in Islamic scriptures!
"But Your Majesty, if we refuse again, no one knows what Fang Huan might do!"
Legend has it that they even possess divine power to control natural disasters, causing earthquakes and landslides!
"Don't use the word 'gods' to refer to them! They are demons!" Abdul's roar echoed through the palace.
"As for natural disasters? I have no fear!"
We, Morocco, are a country protected by Allah!
Let them bring it on!
Even if they attack us with a massive earthquake like they did in Türkiye, I will never yield…
Before the words had even finished...
Rumble—!
A deep, muffled roar, seemingly from the primordial chaos, came from the depths of the earth without warning!
Immediately afterwards, a violent tremor swept through the entire palace. Abdul stared in horror, his face filled with disbelief.
"W-what...what was that sound just now?"
Before he could react, the next second, an even more violent and intense tremor, like the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth, slammed into him!
"This...this could be...!"
To everyone's utter horror, the land of Morocco began to rage...
Trembling, groaning, tearing apart!