The Kyushu citizens watching the livestream burst into laughter at the sight.

“Hilarious, that Russian must’ve used every ounce of strength he had, but still couldn’t move Ning God.”

“Hahaha, his expression of existential doubt—just looking at it makes me laugh.”

“Russians are despicable! I say we should just sever ties. Before, for various considerations, we had to maintain relations, but now there’s no need!”

“Not all Russians are like that.”

“I just came back from the Russian livestream. Their audience was in total meltdown, almost all of them cursing that guy.”

“No one cursed Ning God?”

“Of course there were, but only white supremacists. Anyone with a normal brain knows Ning God was just retaliating. The whole thing started because that Russian tried to harm him.”

“Let’s spare a little sympathy for the normal Russian citizens with brains. They were ruined by their own player.”

“This reminds me of Korea. That Choi Damin was ruthless, sacrificing a million of his own citizens just to survive.”

“Speaking of the Koreans, their brains really are broken. Their whole nation split into two factions over Choi Damin’s actions. It’s mind-blowing.”

“Korea’s people always had issues.”

“Off topic! I think our government must stay on guard. What if the Russians lash out at us?”

“True, we must stay vigilant!”

“If war breaks out, I’ll be the first to enlist!”

“Count me in, I want to take back Vladivostok!”

The Kyushu citizens’ discussion ended up turning into recruitment declarations, with many saying that if Kyushu and Russia went to war, they’d join the army without hesitation.

Of course, some were just keyboard warriors, but the majority were passionate youth.

When it came to reclaiming lost territory, any true Kyushu citizen carried a deep obsession.

* * *

Meanwhile, the Kyushu authorities held a meeting.

“What’s the official response from Russia?”

The Great Elder asked with a blank expression.

“After the incident, the Russian embassy immediately apologized to us, saying that people like Makarov are only a small minority in their country and asked that he not be allowed to damage the friendship between our nations.”

The official in charge stood up and answered.

“Hmm.”

The Great Elder nodded, “It seems their leaders still have some clarity.”

“Of course, we can’t rule out the possibility of misdirection, so the border troops must remain on guard.”

He addressed a middle-aged officer in uniform.

Still, in truth.

He believed the chance of war was very low.

Because even before the National Fate Marriage Game descended, Russia was already bogged down in war. Their national economy had been badly hit and their dependence on Kyushu in all aspects only deepened.

Any rational leader wouldn’t choose to go to war with Kyushu, let alone a war without justification.

“I understand!”

The middle-aged man nodded firmly.

* * *

Russia, the capital.

The man who had ruled this country for ten years, known as the Emperor—Putin.

When he saw Makarov’s actions, he almost fainted from rage on the spot.

That idiot not only dragged Russia into facing a disaster, but also offended Kyushu, with whom relations were in a honeymoon phase. He was now the sinner of the century!

“Kyushu has a saying: ‘good for nothing but causing trouble.’ It suits that fool perfectly!”

Putin glared at the countdown on his computer screen, teeth clenched.

At that moment, the countdown finally hit zero.

[Disaster Extraction Successful!]

[Disaster Description: This disaster will randomly unleash 100,000 Magical Beasts in a region of Russia. These Magical Beasts will actively attack citizens until every last one in the area is dead!]

[Note: The Magical Beasts will not leave the designated area.]

[Randomizing Region… Success!]

[Designated Region: 1 million square kilometers in the southeast corner of Russia.]

As the text appeared, Putin focused intently.

When he saw “100,000 Magical Beasts,” his face tightened instantly.

Because he remembered what happened to India.

If those beasts descended on the capital…

The consequences were unthinkable.

So when he saw “southeast corner of Russia,” he visibly sighed in relief.

That region contained an important port. Losing it would still cripple the nation, but it was better than the capital being destroyed.

“Contact the officials of that region immediately. I need to know the situation.”

Regaining his composure, he ordered his secretary.

“Yes, sir!”

The secretary tapped on the laptop. Soon, the screen showed the battlefield.

The army was engaged in combat with hordes of monsters.

These monsters resembled animals in form.

But they were far larger.

For example, lions over ten meters tall that were both bulletproof and capable of breathing fire.

Or monstrous birds moving at near-sonic speeds, killing soldiers before they could react.

And the troops stationed there weren’t elite forces to begin with.

So, in just half an hour.

The army was routed and fled in disarray.

The region… Fell!

“….”

Putin’s expression turned grim.

He had mocked India’s military strength earlier, yet his own forces fared no better. Against these “otherworldly creatures,” they had no power to resist.

“Deploy troops around the area. Save as many civilians and remnants as possible.”

He spoke wearily.

After seeing the monsters’ strength, he no longer held hope of retaking the region.

What? You suggest nuclear weapons?

Back when Mumbai was overrun in India, he had ordered preparations of nuclear arms, fearing the same might happen to them.

But the relevant department told him that since the National Fate Marriage Game descended, weapons of mass destruction like nukes had become unusable.

Unscientifically unusable.

They simply couldn’t be launched.

Even if they could, he wouldn’t have used them.

Because the beasts were too dispersed. Unless the land was carpeted with nuclear blasts, total elimination was impossible.

And after nuclear carpet-bombing?

Even if every Magical Beast was destroyed, what good would a radioactive wasteland be?

At that moment, a bald advisor paused in thought, then said, “This region is already a burden to us. Kyushu is furious with us now, so why not…”

Putin blinked, then immediately understood.

Yes, the Magical Beasts only attacked Russians. They couldn’t reclaim the land anyway.

But Kyushu was thriving. In three years, they might even withstand the outer-civilization invasion.

Why not use this region to repair relations with Kyushu?

Brilliant!

Besides, that land belonged to Kyushu over a hundred years ago.