SSS rank Mother-In-Law to an Invincible Family

Meanwhile, back in the Xu family subspace.

Xu Qianghua stood in the center of his private study.

The room was silent except for the soft hum of the spiritual projection floating above his desk.

A massive world map hovered in the air, lit up with thousands of tiny markers—each one tied to a city, a battlefield, or a critical resource point.

Different colors pulsed slowly, showing the shifting tides of war across the continents.

He stood still, hands behind his back, simply watching.

For a while, he didn't say anything.

There was no rush.

No panic.

This moment wasn't about making fast decisions and sending the clan members to risk their lives for people who do not value their own.

It was about understanding.

He waved one hand slowly, and the projection shifted, zooming in on the Northern Continent first.

Green markers flashed across the mountains and river valleys—zones recently secured after weeks of heavy fighting.

Small notations floated next to them.

Casualties: 3,412 confirmed dead. 9,020 wounded.

Xu Qianghua didn't react outwardly.

He simply read.

Those numbers… weren't terrible.

He moved his hand again, and the map slid to the Eastern Continent.

The edges were still rough—patches of fighting here and there—but no active collapses.

Casualties: 4,188 dead. 12,500 wounded.

He paused and sighed a little.

Higher than the North.

But not as disastrous as he had expected.

Another flick of the wrist, and the Southern Continent came into view.

This one had fewer lights.

A sign that many beast armies had been trapped and wiped out before they could even set up proper battle zones.

Casualties: 1,942 dead. 3,700 wounded.

Xu Qianghua nodded slightly.

That was expected.

The Monster Race's collaboration had turned the southern jungles into a meat grinder for the beast forces.

Their traps, combined with the Xu family's adjustments, had made that front almost untouchable.

He lingered for a moment longer, feeling a rare hint of satisfaction as the Southern Continent was the only one that followed their words to the letter.

At the same time, the other continents still had their own ways of interfering with the ideas given by them.

But he is not mad about that.

All of these people live and understand the continent, so for them to modify the designs is a good sign that they are not blindly accepting the Xu family's help.

Then, finally, he moved the projection again.

The Western Continent.

The map flickered as it zoomed closer.

Scorched cities.

Collapsed relay hubs.

Burned farms.

For a second, the memories from earlier flickered across his mind—the arrogance of the Western leaders, the refusal to prepare properly, the disaster that followed.

But even here, the color of the markers had changed.

The deepest reds were fading.

The Unified Army had moved in like a blade through soft clay. Clean, precise, overwhelming.

Xu Qianghua's gaze shifted to the casualty report scrolling quietly next to the map.

Casualties (Western Continent): 80,112 dead. 150,800 wounded.

He stared at the numbers.

And for the first time today, he felt the faintest trace of surprise.

"…Lower than expected," he muttered to himself.

Much lower.

He had been prepared for the worst.

In his last life, when disasters had struck, the death tolls had been horrifying. Even without a coordinated beast invasion like this, simple sect wars and minor cult uprisings had killed hundreds of thousands over the years.

Now?

Even after a full-blown offensive.

Even after the collapse of several defensive lines.

Even after the Western commanders had bungled almost everything…

The world had held.

Barely.

But it had held.

He leaned forward slightly, studying the finer notes.

The Unified Army's rapid deployment.

The Shadow operatives' hidden support.

The faster reaction times from local sects, even the weaker ones.

It wasn't perfect.

It wasn't beautiful.

But it was stronger.

Stronger than he remembered.

Stronger than it had ever been in his past life.

He leaned back again, folding his arms.

The candles flickered quietly on the walls, throwing long shadows across the room.

For a long moment, he just stood there, thinking.

So much had changed.

In the old timeline, when he was still struggling against fate, this world had been chaotic.

Disorganized and selfish, too many clans are looking out only for themselves. Too many sects hoard knowledge and refuse to adapt.

It had left them vulnerable.

Soft.

And eventually, it had left them broken.

But now…

He looked at the casualty lists again.

Even with all the mistakes, the losses were manageable.

Even with pride and arrogance, humanity had survived the opening moves.

The cultivators were tougher.

The armies were sharper.

The foundations, built carefully by families like his own, were deeper.

Xu Qianghua smiled faintly.

It wasn't a happy smile.

More like the quiet curve of someone seeing the first cracks of sunlight after a long, bitter night.

They weren't ready for everything yet.

But they weren't helpless anymore, either.

He tapped the map gently, zooming back out to see the entire world again.

His hand hovered over the Western Continent for a moment.

Did he need to act?

Was there something more the Xu family should do?

He thought it through carefully.

The Unified Army was cleaning up.

The beasts were in full retreat.

The Western survivors, bruised and broken, were already regrouping.

And most importantly, they had learned their lesson.

Painfully.

But they had learned.

There was nothing left for him to do now.

Not here.

His job had never been to coddle the world.

It was to make sure it survived long enough to stand on its own.

And right now…

It was standing.

Not tall. Not proud. But standing.

He closed his eyes briefly, breathing in the stillness of the study.

When he opened them, his gaze was clear again.

He waved his hand, shutting off the projection.

The lights faded.

The room returned to normal.

Behind him, the distant sounds of the Xu family compound drifted through the windows—training grounds, formation halls, the quiet hum of students practicing.

Life.

Growth.

Strength.

Xu Qianghua then turned his attention back to the Zerg situation.