Chapter 166: A Curse, a Mysterious Force

Everyone present froze in stunned silence.

Immediately after, Director Takahashi laughed bitterly: "Professor Beishan, of course we know this approach is utterly irrational, but asking us is pointless—we're not them, how could we possibly know what the hell they were thinking to make such an irrational decision?"

As Professor Beishan said, the Shinchiku Port incident was the stupidest thing ever, because this wasn't about overconfidence—it was about commanders being brain-dead.

They could've steadily advanced and captured everything with minimal casualties, yet they irrationally chose to kick a hornet's nest, acting like fools by refusing one-on-one combat and instead launching a one-vs-many assault—it's just plain brain-dead.

In short, one sentence: the commander at the time was an absolute idiot, the ultimate clown.

No, strictly speaking, it wasn't just the commander—antagonizing enemies required unanimous approval from top leadership, so it wasn't one clownish commander, but every single top official acting in unison as clowns.

"Come to think of it, if they hadn't been clowns, today's situation might've been different," a high-ranking official chimed in, then grew angry as he continued: "I just can't understand why they made such a brain-dead decision."

"Exactly, exactly," Professor Zhongtian nodded in agreement, then chuckled: "Maybe they were mentally exhausted from earlier battles, used up all their mental energy, and then just went brain-dead—hahaha."

"Professor Zhongtian, that's hilarious—but terrifyingly true," many high-ranking officials agreed.

In fact, even if Professor Beishan hadn't asked, every high-ranking official present had questioned this since studying history.

They couldn't figure out how it happened, so they'd always assumed the commanders and top officials had become so inflated they lost their minds—otherwise, it was inexplicable.

To this day, no one has ever understood why those top officials made that decision.

At that moment.

Director Takahashi spoke up.

"Professor Beishan, you suddenly brought up the Second War—this isn't just to liven up the mood or change the subject, is it?"

"Mm."

Professor Beishan nodded, then lit a cigarette. Everyone noticed he'd already smoked several, and his hand was trembling—his emotions were far from calm.

Exhaling a plume of smoke, his voice quivered as he spoke slowly:

"Just now, as I watched the screen, I saw the light of eight million deities unable to enter their territory. At that moment, I wondered why the divine light couldn't penetrate—then I looked closer and realized it wasn't that it couldn't enter; it simply vanished the instant it touched their land, blocked outright."

If that's the case, can I interpret this as: 'The East' forbids any other deity from laying claim to this land—not a single speck of divine light is permitted, because they refuse any violation?"

You all know I'm a history professor, and you invited me here to analyze this issue precisely from a historical perspective.

And I analyze problems precisely from a historical perspective.

The divine light vanishing in their territory means 'The East' forbids invasion—I naturally turned to history, and when I recalled 'The East's' history of invasions, I discovered that every single invader failed; time and again, 'The East' never perished, but rose from ruin, reborn stronger each time.

That's not the point—the point is: every invader ended up with a terrible fate!"

At this moment, everyone's expressions changed.

No more joking, no more teasing—they all wore pale, frightened faces.

From Professor Beishan's words, they now vaguely understood why he'd asked about Shinchiku Port in the Second War… their own nation was also one of the invaders.

And combined with Professor Beishan's final sentence, they reconsidered the Shinchiku Port incident.

My god.

The commanders' brain-dead decision back then wasn't madness—it was merely replaying history's cycle!

Because invading 'The East' is doomed to end badly—it's like a curse, a mysterious force, an unchanging law.

And the Second War was the same—perhaps they were influenced by this mysterious force of 'The East,' driving them to make irrational decisions that led to their disastrous outcome.

Then Professor Beishan continued:

"Going far back into 'The East's' history, the Five Barbarians' chaos nearly wiped out the Han people—but in the end, the Han didn't perish; they survived to this day as the world's largest ethnic group."

As for the Five Barbarians, their capitals fell, they were displaced, and today their bloodlines are nearly extinct—utterly childless, wiped out."

Now, let's talk modern times.

The invasion by eight nations and our own invasion in the Second War—what were the final outcomes?

We don't need to elaborate—we made brain-dead, irrational decisions and lost the war.

As for those eight nations, they invaded, but failed to occupy; 'The East' remained 'The East,' and instead, humiliated, they rallied together—unity is strength.

Now look at the fates of those eight nations afterward: Russia split apart, England's England is now pushing for independence, Germany doesn't need mentioning—it's a defeated nation, no better off.

France? Hah—got invaded right to their doorstep, their homeland occupied. If not for our involvement in the Second War—if not for the curse that invasion leads to disaster—they'd have been completely wiped out.

Even if they weren't wiped out, being invaded and occupied at home shows just how terrible it was.

Italy? No need to say more—they were on our side, and their outcome was inevitably bad.

How many nations have I mentioned? Oh, six. Let me think—what two are left?

Right—the Austro-Hungarian Empire!

No need to elaborate—just over a decade after their invasion, they dissolved entirely, utterly destroyed, their capital gone."

At that moment.

One high-ranking official frowned in confusion: "Those seven nations were terrible, but what about the eighth nation—the U. S.? It's the world's only superpower now—its fate wasn't bad at all."

Hearing this, everyone rolled their eyes.

"Did you even study history properly—or did you cheat on your history exam?"

Saito Minister laughed bitterly: "The U. S. suffered too, and it was a humiliating disaster! Their top leaders have been assassinated nine times in history—four of them died. Across all world history, the U. S. has had the most assassinations of leaders—tell me, is that not terrible?"

The official sat frozen, then snapped back to reality and nodded frantically.

"Terrible—so incredibly terrible—it's the kind of disaster that becomes a joke!"

As he finished speaking,

Professor Zhongtian beside him murmured calmly:

"Actually, the U. S. is suffering now too—the Native American deities are awakening, and revenge will come."

The official's eyes widened sharply: "My god—I'd almost forgotten that! So you're saying they're in terrible shape right now."

For a moment,

the conference room filled with smoke as everyone chain-smoked, trying to calm their shaken nerves.

This curse was terrifyingly bizarre—every invader met disaster, while 'The East' rose again and again, now standing among the world's elite.

"Professor Beishan, do you think the invading curse might have been done by a Huaguo deity?" Director Takahashi asked.

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(PS: This plot is purely fictional, strong survival instinct. jpg)