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Although the internet was in an uproar, the vast majority of political analysts, economists, and ordinary citizens believed that even if national governments reached a consensus, truly merging over a hundred countries together to establish a unified Human Federation would require years, or even over a decade, of lengthy negotiations and integration.
Because politics has always been synonymous with compromise, buck-passing, and the exchange of interests.
However, the development of events slapped everyone in the face.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, the integration of the Human Federation's architectural system was breathtakingly fast.
Just the day after announcing their withdrawal from the United Nations, the former European Union headquarters located in Brussels, Belgium, was rapidly established as the new administrative center for the Human Federation.
Outside the headquarters building, the Human Federation starry flag, featuring a pattern of Earth's latitude and longitude lines, was hung overnight.
What happened next broke thousands of years of human political common sense.
On the first day, the Human Federation Transition Committee announced that the election for the first Federal President would be held.
On the second day, a list of candidates jointly nominated by over a hundred member states was released, with the former President of France, Pierre Casson, at the top.
On the third day, there were no televised debates, no campaign fundraising, and no melodramatic scenes of digging up dirt or exposing scandals on each other.
In the globally broadcasted Federal Parliament, representatives from over a hundred countries voted by a show of hands.
It passed unanimously.
There was not a single opposing vote, nor a single abstention.
Immediately following this, all high-level government officials, cabinet ministers, judicial Officers, and even the military generals from the former countries of the Human Federation were appointed.
The former Commander of the British Royal Navy voluntarily handed over command and was incorporated into the Federal First Fleet. High-ranking officials of the former Markvis Self-Defense Forces accepted the demotion and reorganization without a single complaint.
All appointments were completed within a few days.
There were no arguments arising from the uneven distribution of power.
No country complained that their number of seats in the Human Federation was too small.
Not even the most common scene in parliament—banging on tables and cursing—happened once.
Those politicians who usually wanted to beat each other's brains out for the sake of party interests were now as close as brothers carved from the same mold.
All of this was so peaceful and efficient that people could not believe it was something humans were capable of doing.
"This is simply a miracle!"
On a new federal news program, a well-known political commentator pressed his hands on the desk and spoke excitedly into the camera, spittle flying.
"We have witnessed history! There is no bureaucratic procrastination, no internal friction from partisan strife. The Human Federation has demonstrated unprecedented administrative efficiency! This proves how powerful a cohesion we can unleash when humanity faces external threats!"
But the integration of human society was never something that could be solved by appointing a few officials or signing a few documents.
When the decrees of the "Human Federation" began to be implemented in various places.
Those deep-seated nationalist sentiments finally erupted!
Millions of people around the World took to the streets, waving the flags of their original countries and shouting slogans of independence.
"We don't need any Human Federation! We have our own beliefs, our own history!"
In the Middle East, several sects that were originally at odds with each other unexpectedly united for the first time, jointly boycotting the administrative Officers sent by the federal government.
"Allahu Akbar! This place does not belong to that Frenchman named Pierre Casson! Make him get out!"
In South America, People picked up their weapons again, engaging in fierce guerrilla warfare against the receiving troops of the federal government in the jungles.
"For freedom! Never surrender!"
Protests, strikes, and even armed riots broke out one after another all over the World.
The people used their own blood and lives to defend the sense of national identity in their hearts.
Yet in this World, there was also a small handful of people with high awareness and keen instincts.
They knew very well that humans, as a species, could argue until the sky fell even over whether to put sugar or salt on tofu.
Over a hundred countries with different cultures, different beliefs, and different interest demands.
In just one week, they smoothly handed over power without any exchange of interests or any disagreements?
These people began to frantically sell off their assets, preferring to endure the 90% wartime property tax of the Ellis New Deal just to squeeze into the U.S., which was under high-pressure policies.
...
However, behind this turbulent World.
The Human Federation government headquarters building located in Brussels.
If a normal human could pass through the layers of security at this moment and walk into that conference room representing the highest power of the Human Federation.
He would absolutely be jaw-dropped by the scene before his eyes.
Sitting around the round table were those high-ranking Human Federation officials who appeared glamorous in the news and held great power.
The Human Federation President Pierre Casson, the Vice President, the military Commander...
At this moment, they were not discussing how to resolve the riots in various places, nor were they deliberating on any federal development plans.
They all kept their heads lowered, their expressions respectful and bearing a humble, fawning attitude, all looking toward the head of the conference table.
There, sat a green-skinned, pointed-eared alien.
Gravik.
"General."
Pagon, standing beside Gravik, respectfully handed over a report and began to report on their work.
"Over the past two weeks, our blood-swapping operation has progressed very smoothly. As of now, nearly two hundred thousand Skrull compatriots have successfully replaced mid-to-high-level officials, military Commanders, and heads of key facilities around the globe."
"As long as you give the order, the vast majority of humans on this Planet will operate according to your will."
Gravik nodded with satisfaction.
"Well done, Pagon." A fanatical light flickered in his eyes. "Do not have any reservations; accelerate the progress of human control."
"This Planet will become the starting point for New Skrullos. And those weak, greedy humans..."
He sneered.
"...The only significance of their existence is to serve as the slaves we keep in captivity, providing us with the labor and resources to rebuild our interstellar civilization!"
"Once the integration of the Human Federation is completely finished, we will launch a full-scale attack..." Gravik smiled cruelly.
"...Using humanity's own armies to break through and conquer that nation filled with so-called superheroes! I want to see if those superheroes can bear to ruthlessly kill their own kind!"
...
As Gravik's instructions were issued.
The nightmare of the Human Federation populace officially began.
The Pierre Casson government tore off its hypocritical mask of "peaceful integration" and revealed its ferocious fangs.
In response to national independence movements and protests everywhere, the federal government no longer conducted any form of negotiation or appeasement.
All that remained was absolute iron-fistedness and violence.
Fully armed troops marched into the cities; riot shields were replaced by heavy armored vehicles, and tear gas was replaced by live-fire strafing.
Anyone who dared to take to the streets holding an old national flag would be ruthlessly suppressed. Blood stained the squares of Tel Aviv and washed over the streets of Markvis.