Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1318: The Rise of Hope

Among them, nearly 50-60% of families had lost children—taken by aliens and never returned.

And children never lied.

Outside, Amalia also knew that suddenly stuffing so many humans into the small world would inevitably cause trouble.

They hadn’t fully gained the refugees’ trust yet.

After leaving things to General Rafiq, she entered the small world, appearing beside Wealth.

Sensing the deeply familiar presence, Wealth instantly stood up.

Turning his head, he saw Amalia and leaped into his arms with his hind legs.

"Mother, why did you come in?"

"I’m here to check on the refugees so they don’t stir up chaos in the small world," Amalia said while holding him and stroking his fur.

Normally, as long as Kenny Lin was around, Wealth never got a chance to stay in Mother’s arms.

But with Big Dad absent this time, he indulged himself, even rubbing against Amalia’s chest.

"Mother, Javier said these refugees are the ones you rescued from the mining planet."

"That’s right. They were captured by humans and sent to the Andarion Star System for mining. Most of them are from the Erythar Star System."

"Only a small portion come from other star systems. Transporting humans from other systems to the Andarion Star System is too costly, so the aliens focused their mining labor efforts on the Erythar Star System. That’s why 70% of the humans on the mining planet are from there."

Amalia had guessed correctly—Nazir and the others alone wouldn’t be enough to explain things.

The only advantage was that Nazir and his people were also from the Erythar Star System.

Seeing people from their own star system reassured the refugees, calming some of their panic.

The remaining 30% of the humans were from various other star systems, a chaotic mix of backgrounds.

Although they were a minority, if they caused trouble, it would be a huge problem.

When Amalia arrived, these humans had already surrounded the small town.

With their overwhelming numbers, it felt as if they might crush the town just by pressing in.

Even though Nazir was an eloquent speaker, capable of out-talking ten men, facing millions of voices at once, even he was struggling.

At first, he managed to answer their questions, but as more and more people spoke at once, he found himself forced to retreat.

Internally, he felt bitter—Ms. Immortals had really handed him a tough job.

At first, he thought he only had to handle a few tens of thousands of people, but when Ms. Immortals took action, it turned out to be millions.

Then, one of the town’s residents, feeling pressured, instinctively used his spiritual power—setting off a disaster.

These refugees, having lived in terror of the aliens, were deeply afraid of anyone with strange abilities.

In their minds, people with supernatural powers could very well be aliens.

As soon as a few people screamed, those in the back—who hadn’t grasped the situation—panicked, thinking they had been transported from the mining planet to another alien-controlled world.

Some of them fled in terror, while others incited the crowd, urging them to strike first—kill Nazir and his people before the "aliens" captured them.

Just as the situation was about to spiral completely out of control, the sky suddenly darkened.

Everyone instinctively looked up, only to realize that the sky itself hadn’t changed—something enormous was blocking it.

A giant, as tall as the heavens, loomed over them.

If this giant stomped down, would any of them survive?

The humans, long accustomed to alien oppression, immediately cowered and trembled in fear, no longer daring to resist.

"I am an immortal sent by the heavens to save you. My name is Amalia. If we were truly your enemies, we wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of killing your alien captors and rescuing you from the flames of suffering."

"The people living in this town are your kin. They are from the Planet Shadron of the Erythar Star System. Most of you should have heard of Planet Shadron. Are there any among you who once lived there?"

The crowd instantly fell silent.

After a moment, several people raised their hands.

"We are from Planet Shadron."

"Look at Nazir. He was once the mayor of a city on Planet Shadron. Does he seem familiar to you?" Amalia said, adding a subtle touch of mysticism to her tone.

To the refugees, however, the sight was absolutely stunning.

She made Nazir float into the air and projected an enormous, hundredfold magnified illusion of him.

This wasn’t his physical form enlarged but a spiritual energy construct, creating a lifelike image around him.

Sure enough, some recognized him.

"I know Mayor Nazir! He really is from Planet Shadron!"

More voices joined in recognition, and Amalia secretly exhaled in relief.

Planet Shadron had been one of the first planets to fall.

Many of its people had been sent to the mining planet, where they had labored for over a year.

Few of them had survived.

Among the other refugees, these people were regarded as experienced miners—the least likely to lie.

Their words quickly convinced most of the crowd.

"You really are an immortal? There are immortals in this universe?" Some people were still skeptical.

"Has no one here ever heard of the existence of immortal?" Amalia countered.

She deliberately avoided revealing that she herself was originally from the Erythar Star System.

Instead, she wanted to establish a divine presence.

A sturdy middle-aged man stepped forward—his aura suggested he had once been a leader among humans.

Among the refugees, he carried significant authority.

"I have heard of immortal, not just as myths but as real existences. They possess extraordinary abilities, far surpassing ordinary people—even mecha armies are no match for them. They can summon storms, disappear without a trace, and even technology cannot track them. However..."

The man paused, making everyone hold their breath in anticipation.

"They were never as powerful as this immortal before us. They couldn’t transport us into a strange new world at will, nor could they grow to such an immense size. You must be not ordinary immortal, correct?"