Northern Federation, Hunda Star Domain, 'Cave Lion' γ-3 inhabited planet.

Crimson and brick-yellow rocks are distributed like a conch on the earth, occasionally pierced by straight magnetic tracks that traverse these giant conch rock hills, connecting distant cities on the planet.

This planet is quite arid; apart from the green plants within the cities, the outside is primarily barren rocky sand. 90% of the residents are concentrated in cities across the surface, with towns and settlements in the wilderness being exceptionally sparse.

The entire planet is about twice the size of Earth, but the total population is only 2 billion. If not for the development of technology, given the natural conditions here, the number of residents should be even less.

A black and red hover car is flying close to the ground, traversing this vast wilderness and leaving a long trail of dust behind.

The low-altitude flying dust covers the hover car's exterior with dirt, making it look somewhat dirty. Inside the car, explosive music is playing. The strong man inside is gripping the steering wheel with both hands, skillfully navigating the hover car around those towering conch-like rocks, his body swaying to the music's rhythm, thoroughly enjoying the process. Driving is a form of relaxed entertainment for him.

After turning past one towering fiery red rock pillar after another, the hover car he was driving finally entered a cave beneath a wilderness stone pillar, where the air suddenly cooled, and the headlights switched on in time to illuminate the path ahead.

After advancing nearly a kilometer, a flat underground space emerged in front of him, surrounded by many hover cars and hover bikes, with some people gathering in the plaza.

This black and red hover car rushed into the area, rapidly decelerating with reverse thrust before finally stopping in one of the vacant spaces.

"Snap." The man got out of the car, took off the sunglasses from his nose, revealing his rugged features. With a slight upward turn at the corner of his mouth, he walked toward the gathered crowd with some interest.

"Hey, is everyone here?"

"You're the last, Monger." The gathered men and women turned around, some waving at him, while others greeted him with whistles.

"Finally, you're here." As he approached, a tall Beastman with horns stepped forward, gave him a hug, their robust muscles clashing, and they laughed before parting.

A few people gathered around, some standing, some squatting, while others sat cross-legged on stone blocks.

"We're almost all here. No need to wait for those who aren't coming." A tall, slender man sitting among the crowd, wearing a striking pink suit, clapped his hands to quiet everyone down.

"Since everyone's here, let's cut to the chase. This time we're going to imitate the 'Black Grain Sect' and stage a big action to change the mindset of those lazy and ignorant people."

Since the rise of the 'Black Grain Sect,' this small grassroots organization successfully took the position and became the ruling party of the local star domain, inspiring many who wished to emulate them, and they were among them.

"We will launch grand parade activities in at least 10 cities, making it as grand as possible and ensuring the media has plenty to report." The man sitting in the center adjusted his glasses, looking peculiar among a group of burly Beastmen.

"The media love the unusual and quirky, a spectacle to watch; if we're going to parade, it mustn't be too traditional and dull. That way, we can use them to broaden our reach for free."

"Of course, our ultimate goal is to gain political power, change the lazy and ignorant ways of the Northern Star Region, and catch up with the cutting-edge forces of the Federation, just like the vibrant Southern Star Region."

"This is our mission and our glory. Honestly, there's nothing greater and more thrilling than this. For everyone to gather here from afar, it surely isn't about making a few bucks."

"Hahaha, that's for sure." Saying this, everyone laughed.

"Since we're talking about attractions, why not go for a 'retro' style? Sci-fi and metallic styles are the capitalists' forte, already played to death. I haven't pursued them, firstly because of the cost, and secondly because the effect isn't great," someone suggested.

"This indeed might be a way."

"How 'retro' are we talking?"

"When it comes to 'retro,' naturally, it refers to our Beastman ancestors, the 'Ancient Feiya Prairie' style — great battle axes, bare-armored berserkers, face-painting war patterns, and shamans."

"It's unfortunate we don't have a songstress among us. If someone could portray the 'Fire Songstress' Eranie, that would be grand."

"Ahahaha, if we had a songstress among us, there'd be no need to parade." After speaking, everyone laughed again.

"Let's do it this way. It's best if we also have a group of heavily armored cavalry, portraying the Beastmen glory cavalry of the Kranxia era, one of the rare glorious moments in the Third Era."

"Axes and people are not the problem, but finding a suitable herd of warhorses isn't easy; there are very few horse breeders nowadays."

"Get as many as we can, and let's also invite more troubadours, who can switch from playing guitars to a few simple lute pieces easily enough."

Everybody was chattering with suggestions, brimming with enthusiasm.

Several hours later, they finally agreed on a rough action outline. Feeling it was about right, they even held a car race on their way out before dispersing joyfully.

A month later, parade activities appeared across multiple cities on the 'Cave Lion' γ-3 inhabited planet. Though their numbers might only have been in the thousands, the news they generated was abundant: ax-wielding riders parading in the streets, performing ancient duels and battles, troubadours playing and singing, performing prairie dances, cursing the current Starfield Governor and legislators, waving large battle flags while marching in retro fur armor with cold weapons, resembling a performance more than a parade and attracting numerous passersby and tourists.