Chapter 108 -108-Cousin, Let Me Handle It!

In the blink of an eye, another gigantic mushroom cloud rose into the sky!

That vast and pure force of destruction completely shattered the Bloom Elves’ final trace of unrealistic hope.

Even the commander hiding in the underground shelter was burned away in an instant—not even ashes remained.

Caelan watched calmly as all of this unfolded on Heartbloom Isle.

He narrowed his eyes, then casually took out a bottle of iced cola from his storage space.

"Mmm... as expected, after cleaning up trash, even your mood gets a lot better."

...

Mylanne City, Upper District

Lazy cousin Talia was lounging comfortably on the sofa, watching the news on TV.

At this point, the most influential headline in the world was undoubtedly the Bloom Elves’ pollution incident.

Yet despite protests from many ordinary citizens, most official authorities among the myriad races chose silence and a cold, wait-and-see response.

Humanity, on the other hand, maintained a firm stance against the Bloom Elves’ pollution and even took real action to sanction them.

But what no one expected was this—

after humanity launched its strike against the Bloom Elves, they credited the greatest contribution to the Alliance of All Races!

According to the human authorities, they were deeply grateful for the Alliance of All Races’ assistance, saying that the alliance had sent that mysterious powerhouse, which was what allowed the Bloom Elf issue to be resolved so smoothly.

As for the mysterious powerhouse’s contribution, there was no need to say much.

Two giant suns—victory instantly secured!

Humanity’s diplomatic maneuver this time was honestly quite slick. They handed the biggest credit to the Alliance of All Races, thereby reducing their own visibility.

To make the citizens of the myriad races believe it, humanity even specially applied for a Freedom Medal within the Alliance of All Races for that mysterious powerhouse!

Although the other countries within the Alliance of All Races quickly denied it one after another, even they themselves weren’t sure whether that mysterious powerhouse had actually come from the alliance.

After all, the Alliance of All Races was full of mixed forces of every kind. Who knew—maybe some impulsive race had really done something like this.

What’s more, they genuinely needed to give their own people an explanation.

So in the end, those people in the Alliance of All Races could only grit their teeth and accept the existence of the "mysterious powerhouse," and even issued a Freedom Medal for this nonexistent person.

But for the Alliance of All Races, everything came at a cost.

For example, the moment they acknowledged that the "mysterious powerhouse" came from the Alliance of All Races, representatives of the elves and the Bloom Elves immediately launched protests!

The Bloom Elves’ protest was relatively easy to deal with.

After all, in the eyes of most races among the myriad races, the Bloom Elves were nothing more than a pet dog raised by stronger powers. What they truly cared about was the elves’ stance!

The problem was, however, that the elves themselves were now full of internal contradictions.

For a long time, the image the elves had cultivated for themselves was one of peace and friendliness. This propaganda had not only brainwashed other races, but also successfully brainwashed their own lower classes.

So among ordinary elven citizens, there was also quite a significant anti-war voice.

As a result, even within the Alliance of All Races, the elves often gave off a strange feeling of their left and right brains fighting each other.

And so, in the end, everything was dumped onto the Bloom Elves.

For a time, the entire Bloom Elf race was bombarded with criticism and condemnation from the myriad races.

Meanwhile, Talia, sitting in front of the TV, was leisurely sipping her happy fatty soda.

Just then, a news report on television caught her attention.

Wait a second—didn’t the giant sun only explode once? Why was the news saying there was a second explosion?

Talia frowned slightly. Could it be that her little cousin had made another move?

Damn, that’s cool.

At that moment, the door clicked open.

A second later, Caelan walked in.

For him, everything he had done today had actually been exhausting enough.

Fortunately, Task 1 was already complete.

As for Task 2 and Task 3, those would have to wait until tomorrow.

The moment Talia saw Caelan walk in, her smiling eyes curved into crescent moons.

"Caelan, my dear little cousin, come sit over here."

Caelan glanced at the sofa, which was piled with snack wrappers, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Uh... Cousin, let’s not. I’ll just stand here."

Talia didn’t care at all about Caelan’s response.

Instead, she waved her slender hand and pointed at the news broadcast on TV as she asked,

"This was all you, wasn’t it?"

Caelan had no intention of hiding anything from his cousin.

So he nodded and admitted it directly.

"Yeah, it was me. I saw someone trying to stop you, so I stepped in personally."

In truth, for Caelan, there had been many ways to complete Task 1.

The reason he chose to strike at the Bloom Elves was mainly because he had seen his cousin run into trouble.

At Caelan’s answer, Talia nodded in satisfaction.

Then she stood up from the sofa and stretched lazily.

"Since you behaved so well, today your cousin will personally cook you a lavish lunch."

The moment he heard Talia say she was going to cook, Caelan’s face changed instantly.

He rushed forward almost without hesitation and immediately waved both hands.

"Cousin, no, no—that’s really not necessary. It was just a tiny thing, really!"

"What do you want to eat? I’ll cook for you instead."

The truth was, Caelan already had deep psychological trauma from Talia’s cooking.

He still remembered the last time he ended up in the hospital with food poisoning after tasting Talia’s cream of mushroom soup.

That horrible feeling—vomiting, diarrhea, and pure misery—

Caelan swore he never wanted to go through it again for the rest of his life.

Talia only smiled at Caelan’s suggestion and did not refuse.

Then she seemed to think of something. The smile on her face gradually faded, replaced by a faint worry.

"Well... according to our plan, tomorrow we’ll return to the family together."

"I know you’ve suffered a lot these past years. This time, when you return to the family, they must make it up to you properly."

Talia truly felt sorry for her little cousin.

But many times, even she had no way to influence certain things.

So this time, she had already made up her mind—she had to fight for the treatment her cousin rightfully deserved.

But on the other side, Caelan didn’t really care about any of that.

"Honestly, I think it wouldn’t matter even if I didn’t go back. My life in Mylanne City is already pretty comfortable."

A big villa at home, no worries about food or clothes.

A life like this—I’m already very satisfied with it, okay??