After negotiations between Johan and the Earth authorities, it was decided that the parade would take place in the capitals of the largest countries on Earth. The hosting party would provide a 1% increase in survivors as a bonus, while the inspecting party would provide the venues for inspection and spectators.

Of course, common civilians like Diana Petersen wouldn't benefit from this bonus. The list of survivors consisted of officials and their relatives, along with a few tech workers for show.

However, Diana still managed to secure a forcibly assigned spectator spot. Living in a community nearby Helsinki, she was close to where the grand parade would take place. This spot would later be dubbed the "luckiest ticket" in Earth's history.

As a diligent civilian actor, Diana had breakfast and tidied up before arriving at the grand square, standing in the designated spot, waiting for inspection.

The Jovians were humanoid, but they all wore combat suits from head to toe. Even in the high-definition TV broadcasts of the inspections in the United States and China, their true appearance couldn't be discerned. And since Earth's military had never shot down a UFO, there were naturally no live specimens for display.

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Diana felt a hint of excitement and then scorned herself. Facing death, she thought it was better to anticipate the contents of the box lunch distributed after the event. Due to the nearby heavy factory being shut down, the sky was extremely blue that day, and the sun was dazzlingly bright, almost blinding. The crowds on the roads, packed like sardines, thought they would have to wait a long time, but unlike the Earth leaders, the Prince and his entourage were remarkably punctual.

A wave of excitement erupted from the crowd: "Oh, here they come!"

At the end of the ten-mile-long street, a completely black, silent procession appeared.

At the forefront of the slow-moving small floating war vehicle stood a tall figure, standing steady. Clad in the style of the Royal Guard, the armor extended from the head to the straight legs, black gloves, black military boots, without any movement.

No onlookers dared to move, and the initial excitement was quelled by the oppressive atmosphere. This was the occupier's inspection; these were superior beings. He was the Black Prince. They were the strongest of the Royal Guard.

Eric: [Captain, the temperature regulation of my combat suit seems to be broken! It's too hot here!]

Johan: [You're just bored. If you want to take off your helmet, go ahead.]

Eric: [...No, I don't want to be observed by monkeys.]

Johan: [That's why ceremonial combat suits are designed to be all-encompassing.]

Jack: [The demeanor of the royals is truly imposing. Look, the Prince hasn't even made a 1-degree adjustment!]

Eric: [Jack, you'll understand after another two years on the job. He's just daydreaming. Isn't that right, Captain?]

Johan: [Please respect the royal family and use the term 'appropriately relaxed.']

Jack: [...]