Chapter 258: Boiling Mutants—Loyalty!
The contents of the document were exceptionally direct: Terra would accept mutant immigrants from all over the world and would take immediate action.
As long as an individual was a mutant, they could apply for immigration to Terra.
Immigration applications could be submitted through a specially built official website, either by filling out a form or making a phone call.
Detailed identity information was required, such as birthplace, current place of residence, and so on.
The Terra government would allocate funds. Once an application was approved, and once the number of applicants reached the target, dedicated receiving routes would be opened to bring them back to Terra.
Of course, after an application was submitted, Terra would also carry out a background check.
Once approved, those mutants would immediately have their records changed and become Terran citizens. From that moment on, no one, regardless of who they were, would be allowed to stop or harm them.
Otherwise, they would be held accountable.
Clearly, the proposed act contained far more than that. Its provisions were detailed enough that ambassadors from every country exchanged glances, each frowning as their minds raced.
The proposed act was directed at every country in the world.
It also contained mandatory provisions.
To put it plainly, this was a notice. Terra had no interest in any so-called voting system. Whether they opposed it or not was none of Terra's concern.
The document had already been placed in their hands. If anyone still dared to make a move after receiving that notice, they would bear the consequences themselves.
Terra's stance was unmistakably firm.
Was the issue serious? Not really. For many countries, this was actually a good thing.
Mutants were simply too unpredictable and too dangerous.
Because of the efforts of America and certain interest groups, the mutant threat theory had been promoted both openly and behind the scenes. As a result, many people in other countries who admired America had also been influenced by it.
They believed mutants were evil and frightening, so they rejected them.
This kind of rejection was not always open violence. It also included isolation and verbal abuse.
In schools and society, this caused many disputes between mutants and humans.
If an awakened mutant's ability had decent destructive power and they wanted revenge, it was very easy for vicious cases to occur.
Revenge killings, destruction, and so on would deal devastating blows to social order.
Handling these matters alone cost a great deal of manpower and resources.
Now Terra wanted to take the initiative and accept mutants. That was a very good thing.
In any case, mutants made up only a small percentage of the population. Even if all of them were taken away, it would not hurt much.
Only people with ulterior motives, or those who hated mutants, would be unhappy.
But would Terra care?
As long as they were not afraid of Terra's judgment, they were free to find out whether they would survive.
Combined with the desire to gain Terra's favor—or at least its goodwill—the proposed act was passed almost immediately, and the member states of the United Nations formally welcomed Terra into the organization.
Terra's diplomat gladly accepted.
And so, a massive wave of mutant immigration began.
The strongest supporters of the immigration were Professor X and Magneto.
After learning that the act had been passed and officially taken effect, the two old men, who had spent their entire lives loving and fighting each other, were so excited they could hardly contain themselves.
It was as if they had been fitted with nuclear engines, giving them boundless energy.
Once news of the act spread around the world, it immediately became the center of attention.
Within just a few hours, countless comments flooded the internet.
"Oh my God, that's so cool. You can actually join Terra? I'm not a mutant. Can I apply for immigration too?"
"Fuck. For the first time in my life, I wish I were a mutant. Why is Terra only accepting mutants?"
"Loyalty. Loyalty! This is wonderful. Great Emperor, thank you for your mercy. I can finally leave this damned place. I won't have to suffer strange looks anymore. I can live in peace."
"Ahhh! I want to become a Terran too. I want to join the Astartes and serve the Emperor."
"The safest place in the world now has to be Terra. With the Emperor's protection, demons and wars won't be able to hurt me."
"As a citizen of a small country, I'm honestly jealous."
"Hehe, welcome to Terra. There is no discrimination in Terra. No matter what race you are, once you join Terra, we are the closest compatriots, serving the Emperor together."
Most people spoke with envy and jealousy.
Of course, there were also welcomes from Terra's own citizens.
Terra was clearly only a small country that had just been established. Even much of its basic infrastructure had not yet been completed and was still under development. So why did so many people want to join Terra?
The answer was simple: admiration for strength and a yearning for it.
Why had America, in past years, been treated as heaven by so many people from other countries, to the point that they would abandon their families, children, and originally decent lives to immigrate there?
Aside from the promotion of values, there was also the symbol of being the strongest.
The strongest army. The strongest economy. The strongest navy. The strongest air force, and so on.
But now, Terra's appearance had drawn even more eyes.
Terra existed as the strongest in another form.
America's strength lay in its technology, weapons, and equipment.
But Terra?
Terra was pure physical strength.
Warbands made up of powerful soldiers clad in heavy, ancient, yet sacred power armor and red windbreakers, their starting speed already at the speed of sound. What they displayed was the kind of strength mankind had always imagined.
This strength was the mainstream fantasy that had appeared endlessly in countless modern works—an absolute kind of romance.
Especially after people learned that creatures like demons truly existed in this world, that yearning for strength grew even greater.
No one could reject this kind of power that surpassed human limits.
And no one could reject the sense of security brought by the Emperor.
After all, quite a few Terrans had already revealed that the Astartes, Grey Knights, and Raven had always been recruiting warriors.
Then where would they choose from?
Naturally, from the people of Terra.
Under these circumstances, who would not be envious?
Of course, some people also raised opposing opinions.
"Although this is a good thing, Terra has very little land. And even if you join, so what? I feel like its infrastructure, income, food security, and welfare can't compare to the great America."
"Shut up already. Go look at the photos Terrans posted online. The place is changing every single day."
"Arrogant fool. What a ridiculous comment. Do you know that many countries around former Sokovia already hope to merge into Terra? Land area? Don't make me laugh. If the Emperor wants it, he can have as much of that as he likes."
"Say whatever you want. I've already submitted my application. I can't wait to join Terra and serve the Emperor forever."
As for the mutants, they were perfectly happy and did not care about all those messy arguments.
The vast majority of mutants, after receiving this news, immediately opened the global official website built by Terra and submitted their applications.
They did not trust their own governments. They did not trust those parasites.
But they absolutely believed in the Emperor's greatness.
After all, how could the vision of ordinary people compare to that of an Emperor no different from a god?
They believed the Emperor would not persecute them.