From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 433: The Golden Age of the Commonwealth

If Great Britain's previous crisis was a localized disaster that the rest of the world secretly gloated over...

...then their "Letter to the Entire Commonwealth" was a monumental event that shook the entire globe!

After all, for the notoriously stubborn Great Britain to bow its head, the sheer scale of the crisis they were facing was practically unimaginable!

"In reality, this was a textbook example of maximum pressure," Bai Yang stated calmly, noticing Alvin's confusion.

"It all started with the mythological hero Cuchulainn and the complete loss of contact with Northern Ireland. That was a head-on blow to declare the descent of the Supernatural!"

"Cuchulainn's immense power was showcased through his ability to block bullets and walk on water. The watchful eyes of an entire city proved his existence and authenticity! This was crucial; it proved that the Celtic mythos was real."

"Then, using Cuchulainn as a catalyst, we introduced the curse. A curse horrifying enough to make even Cuchulainn abandon his quest for vengeance must be truly terrifying. That served as a psychological trigger."

"Following that came the relentless barrage of the curse itself. We didn't actually do much; we just killed people. Those people were easy targets, deserved to die, and their deaths made perfect sense in the context of the story!"

"The rising death toll inevitably compounded their panic, forcing more people to believe in the narrative. The actual deaths were secondary; the ensuing fear was what truly mattered!"

"Finally, there were the corpses beneath the River Thames. That apocalyptic legion served as the final straw to crush the nation. At this point, even if it meant betting absolutely everything, they had to go through with it. They simply had no other choice!"Bai Yang provided a straightforward analysis of the Englishmen's psychological journey. In short, it was an unending series of blows designed to shatter their confidence completely.

When the despair in their hearts reached its absolute limit, they would fiercely, desperately clutch at even the flimsiest straw. Compared to the sheer terror of death, everything else paled into insignificance!

Only under absolute subjugation could this country be forced into such drastic measures. In a sense, Bai Yang was giving this nation a new lease on life!

After all, with the monarchy dismantled, the nobles and bureaucrats thoroughly purged, and the presence of the Supernatural lingering in the background, the nation would be forced to undergo a total top-to-bottom reformation!

Most importantly, the curse was still active, deterring any corrupt individuals from seizing power. If a wise ruler and capable ministers stepped forward now, the country's transformative revolution could begin immediately.

"It works out perfectly. It would be entirely too boring if only a handful of nations held all the power, wouldn't it? I need them to govern properly, to manage and develop their countries. Only then can I expand their territories in the future!"

Bai Yang had already mapped out his plans. This world definitively needed to be expanded, because population directly equated to a deity's Combat Power and the Upper Limit of their Divine Power. Not only would he construct various realms of his own, but he could also continue to cultivate the population and expand the landmass in this existing world.

These nations needed to stand on their own two feet. They couldn't be allowed to completely stagnate and rely solely on the so-called "Supernatural" to rise.

"Oh, Great Britain... if you finally obtain your own strength and still don't go slap your rebellious offspring across the face, I'll honestly look down on you!"

A broad smile spread across Bai Yang's face. Unfolding right before his eyes, this monumental Commonwealth event was generating an absolutely massive tide of Wish Force!

That colossal "World Tree" forced the entire globe to become reacquainted with the name "Celtic."

The World Tree of Celtic mythology was fundamentally different from its Nordic counterpart; it functioned as a colossal pillar meant to support the world, rather than a cradle designed to nurture it.

Across the globe, every single person with a trace of Celtic bloodlines began to make their move.

After all, this was an opportunity to "draw the sword and claim the throne!"

It wasn't just about temporal power; it was a path to the Supernatural!

The wider the news spread and the louder the uproar became, the more cards he would hold in his hand!

...

Mumbai, the Irish community.

"Everyone should have seen King Charles's declaration by now, right? What are your thoughts?"

"We go! We absolutely have to go! Great Britain is making a fool of itself, and as people of Irish descent, we need to get in on the action! The Celtic gods are returning; this is our best chance to reclaim our rightful heritage!"

"Exactly! We've been exiled from our homeland for so many years, but do you think we ever wanted to leave?"

"Let's go seize their ancestral domain and make the British Isles our realm once again!"

These individuals, who had long since assimilated somewhat into the local Indian culture, had already meticulously planned out their journey.

If they could somehow claim the throne, they would naturally become courtiers and high officials. They might even be able to bring all their relatives over to Great Britain, elevating them all to the upper echelons of society.

And even if they failed, none of them planned on coming back. They were fully prepared to squat there indefinitely. As Celtic descendants, they should at least have a shot at becoming Transcendent Beings, right? By that logic, didn't they all have a chance at Supernatural power?

"Let's all go together! Don't leave us behind—make sure you bring us over too!"

These people had thoroughly mastered the local mindset. Regardless of the actual details, the plan was to simply occupy the space first, then ferry over all their friends and family, until they could eventually claim the territory had been theirs all along.

As for how much Celtic bloodline actually remained in their veins? That hardly mattered anymore!

Across the vast expanse of India, there were countless others harboring the exact same thoughts.

Even that Venerable Elder was secretly dispatching agents to contact specific Irish individuals, hoping to secure a slice of the pie in this massive "enfeoffment" of the British Empire.

Drawing a sword to claim the throne, and specifically the throne of Britain—everyone instantly knew exactly who this was referencing. Wasn't it King Arthur?

The legendary King Arthur who had marched east to conquer Rome, defeated the Roman Emperor, and ultimately ruled over half of Western Europe!

They had to go too!

...

If the Irish descent groups in India with their highly questionable bloodlines were merely indulging in pipe dreams, then the Irish Americans in America were experiencing pure, unadulterated ecstasy!

After all, they were the direct descendants of those who had fled the horrors of the Great Famine.

Their hatred for the Anglo-Saxons was practically etched into their very bones. The fact that the previous Great Leader's mother outright refused to sleep in a bed that The Queen had once used was a perfect testament to this animosity!

Now, presented with the ultimate opportunity to drag those elites off their pedestals, seize the throne for themselves, and perhaps even achieve Transcendent status, these people simply couldn't wait another second.

It had to be understood that in Irish patriotic education, despising Great Britain was an absolutely mandatory curriculum.

Therefore, right now, the only emotion coursing through their veins was sheer, cathartic exhilaration!

"They make it sound so poetic, spouting nonsense about 'volunteerism' and 'the future.' Is that the future you envision for yourselves? Don't even think about it!"

"What King? You still want to preserve your Royal Family's dignity! Standing before the skeletal remains of millions of dead Irishmen, what dignity is there left to speak of?"

"We have to fight! Not only will we fight for this throne, but we'll make sure the so-called royal lineage can never return to this land!"

"We want their dynasty to crumble! We want their bloodline eradicated! The nobles might be gone, and the ministers might be dead, but the Royal Family is still kicking!"

Deep-seated hatred spewed from their lips, spurring this massive demographic—the largest population of Irish descendants in the world—to launch an epic, sprawling expedition!

This ethnic community of thirty-three million people, ranging from top-tier political families and business moguls to ordinary everyday citizens, occupied roughly one-fifth of the ecological niche in America.

Naturally, the sheer scale of their mobilization was staggering, sending massive ripples across America's public opinion!

Their influence completely dwarfed that of the groups in India. This demographic was deeply entrenched in virtually every city across America, meaning every single major metropolitan area erupted with deafening waves of clamor and anticipation.

What had initially been an internal affair spreading slowly within the Commonwealth nations was violently thrust onto the global stage by the sheer propaganda power of the World Hegemon, America!

Canada, Australia, South Africa, New Zealand...

Jamaica, Nigeria, the Congo, Bangladesh...

Citizens across all these Commonwealth nations exploded with boundless motivation and expectation, directly submitting their applications to Great Britain.

What? Not Irish? We have Irish bloodlines tracing back generations—here are the certificates to prove it!

What? Our skin is too dark? Is this racial discrimination? We also possess noble Celtic bloodlines! So what if we're a little darker?

The most absurd reactions naturally came from people in completely unaffiliated countries. Across various European nations, anyone whose ancestors had ever intermarried with someone from Great Britain eagerly stepped forward.

A grand event like drawing a legendary sword? They absolutely had to join the spectacle! What? You can't participate if you aren't part of the Commonwealth?

Well, isn't the solution obvious? I'll just become a citizen of the Commonwealth!

In just a single day, the Commonwealth received over a hundred sovereign applications for entry. It seemed as though the entire world was clamoring to become honorary members of the Commonwealth.

After all, successfully drawing the sword meant inheriting a nation on par with the Permanent Five. Who wouldn't want to try their luck?