Chapter 624 – Successes and Vacation Days

Chapter 624 – Successes and Vacation Days

“Yo, Master,” Metra greeted John in her typical, carefree way. She raised her hand in greeting, although not to wave, rather for some sort of clap, it seemed. Deciding to go along with that, John moved to give her something along a high five. Only for his hand to be violently grabbed and the ancient weapon pushing him down. Reflexively, he tried to work against it, but the pressure she put up was just too much. Slowly she twisted his arm. Before it got too uncomfortable, she let go. “You should really invest some more in your Strength,” she stated.

John shook his wrist until Gamer’s Body made the pain go away. “I don’t plan to invest my Stats to be better at greeting you with arm wrestling,” he joked, moving closer to the ever-so-slightly taller woman. “Plus, I normally have more fun greeting people this way,” he grabbed the back of her head, fingers parting around her high ponytail, and pulled her into a kiss.

Of course, she could have quite easily resisted, but the berserker babe was too pleased with his manhandling of her. John had figured out that, although she wasn’t submissive, Metra was much happier with him if he just took charge around her. It would likely doubly please her if he did so with genuine physical overpowering, but he couldn’t serve her with that likely ever. At least if she kept growing along his level, there was no way he would ever exceed her physical Stats unless he started focusing immediately.Th.ê most uptod/ate novels a/re published on n(0)velbj)n(.)c/o/m

Metra was harder than his other girls, to no surprise. From her toned muscles, over her tallness, to her character and history, she was just all around a more solid character. The kiss reflected this, the two of them genuinely fighting for supremacy with their tongues, hands groping in ways that were definitely improper for the public.

Thankfully, they weren’t quite public. Sure, the press was right around the corner, but between them was a solid wall and a curtain that functioned as a door, so no eyes to see John but those in the waiting room with him, which were exclusively girls from his harem. Well, also Chemilia and Ted, but those he didn’t mind watching anything, they had already jumped over that line.

When Metra slid a hand into his pants, however, he had to call it there. “Alright, hot stuff,” he said, giving her almost naked ass a slap, “I’m about to hold a speech and I’m not doing that with an erection.”

“Pah,” Metra rolled her eyes, but backed off. “There’s another way to ensure that that won’t be a problem.” She knocked twice on the table that stood in the middle of this waiting room, the implication was quite obvious.

“Sure, but I don’t have that sort of time,” John looked at the clock, only a minute more before he was supposed to get out there. The waiting room was much more comfortable than the trailer he had waited inside last time. Mostly because it wasn’t as cramped. It held about the same equipment otherwise, placed to sit, eat, make coffee or some basic meals, but nothing world moving.

It was quickly reached from the teleporter that he had placed on the White House. Although John very much liked Liberty Island for a background of holding speeches, Lady Liberty atop his palace was quite the imposing sight, that place was pretty busy. Additionally, showing the White House and its restoration process was its own value.

“Well, I’ll head out there now,” John announced and turned towards the exit.

“Wait a sec,” Rave stopped him and got up to make sure his suit was sitting all right. He still stuck to the nonchalant look, with the upper buttons open, revealing a good bit of collarbone, and no neck accessories of any description. He normally wouldn’t even have worn his vest, with such good weather. Given the place where he would speak, however, and the magnitude of the announcements, he felt that it was better to go with the full attire.

At the very least, it was far superior to this post-modern (or just modernistic, the line was a bit blurry) dreg that some people called art but mostly boiled down to some metal plates being slapped together into shapes. Sometimes those shapes even resembled something, but that seemed to be, especially in statues, coincidence rather than intention.

The memorial also meant a lot to John, even without the artistic value, who walked up the few stairs on the east side of the platform, only to stare up the central pillar for a little while. The people he knew personally, who had died on his path, were depicted there in greater detail than ever. For him, they were the stand-in for all the corpses he had piled on for his ambitions of, what he at the very least thought to be, a better world.

Oddly enough it wasn’t Terkal or Imerella whose eyes, still and judging, gave him the most trouble. It was Abraham. John wasn’t sure why, just that he felt that way. Maybe the fact that Abraham’s alternative world view could have turned out to be correct in the long run? Maybe that he had died to save John? The Gamer could never know for certain. Hesitatingly, he turned around and walked up to the podium.

“Sorry for the delay,” he started, leaning onto the podium as he liked to do. Having something to hold onto just gave him that little bit of security. He probably looked a bit silly though, as he immediately raised one hand again and reached into his inventory. “As many of you, most of you really, are likely aware of by now, I’ve spent the last two to three weeks travelling our northern neighbours.”

He retrieved a stack of paper from his inventory. Unlike contracts of old, agreements didn’t really fit on a few pages anymore. Instead he held up what almost justified a book binding. “And it was VERY successful. Both the Small Lake Pact and the American-Canadian Trade guild have come to join Fusion.”

The crowd cheered loudly, and John, smirking, raised the paper even higher, which made the people only grow louder. Applause of this level had likely been impossible in a crowd of the Hudson Barrier. People there, even with Fusion’s values, had grown up to fundamentally care about money and influence. Here in the Little Maryland was one of the few places where people still had an education system that taught them they once, in history, almost became the heart of an Abyssal super-state. People with that education were a lot more enthusiastic towards seeing that dream fulfilled.

“That second part is likely coming to a greater surprise to all of you. It’s only been sealed yesterday, so I am happy to make that historic announcement,” he put away the contract. “They were convinced by the arguments I can make apparent at any stage. Fusion has brought prosperity to all those that follow its principles. From the former anarchic territories around New York all the way to here, a free and secure market place, equal laws, equally enforced, and human, excuse me, humanoid rights have made everyone richer, happier and able to take the adventure that is the American Dream. It’s all I ever want to bring to this, my home continent.”

With a moderate amount of paranoia, John looked about the place, wary for any assassins that might jump out of the crowd and shoot at him. Normal bullets barely even fazed him, even without Mana Protection, but maybe an enemy would create some special ammunition developed against Gamer’s Body, using high-grade materials. It was never completely outside the realm of possibility. As far as he was aware, not even a headshot would straight-up kill him, though. He had recovered his spine before, so his brain shouldn’t be that much different. Something that would blast away his whole head maybe could murder him immediately, he had no experience with that, but he liked to think it would just deal a truckload of damage to his HP.

He noticed he hadn’t said anything in a few seconds and continued, “Fusion’s total size has exceeded over a hundred thousand people. It is high time that I let them properly be represented in a governing body, rather than make all decisions on my lonesome. Soon, we’ll release a clear breakdown of how the federal system will be designed and who will be elected in what way. After some further discussion, it has become quite clear that the previously suggested system has been a bit simplistic. Hopefully, this won’t overcompensate.

“However, before I and my government can deliver on this, I must inform all of you that I will be taking a break from all public affairs until next Friday. The main reason for this is because my birthday is coming up. Generally, I must say I can just use a proper break where I have nothing lingering at the back of my mind. The recent weeks have been a bit taxing. All other aspects of government will function as normal. You have nothing to worry about in that aspect.”



He gave the crowd a smile and continued to speak for a little bit longer about this and that.