Chapter 251

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Chapter 251: The Great Migration (6)

‘Wow, these people... they’re more extreme than I thought!’Nnêw n0vel chapters are published at novelhall.com

Yeongwoo’s mouth dropped open as he saw the approval rating quickly reach its target.

He only meant to squeeze some money out of them, calling it colonial rule, but he hadn’t expected such a passionate response.

|Approval: 66.8%|

|Disapproval: 13.7%|

Yeongwoo’s approval rating had slightly risen to 66.8%.

Meanwhile, the disapproval rating was only 13.7%.

The voters were at least tolerating extreme responses when it came to foreign powers.

So what if he pushed things even further?

Vrrroooom...

Suddenly, the screen darkened again, and an ominous presence was felt.

‘No way.’

Yeongwoo instinctively looked up at the sky.

An all-too-familiar metallic sound echoed across the sky.

Clang, clang!

‘...This sound.’

It was the sound of the alien metal horse, Negwig, a long-time comrade and a gift from the planet Dogo.

―Screeeech!

Negwig’s footsteps, belonging to an unidentified alien origin.

Clang, clang!

Soon, the previously dark screen lit up again, showing Negwig charging down Gangnam Boulevard.

Scattering Dogo’s wedge symbol along its path.

‘This is the reception mode?’

Realizing a lot from this, Yeongwoo saw a massive anchor dropping on the other side of the screen.

Swoosh, crash!

This was the signature of the universal weapons manufacturer Dogo’s founder, the Destroyer King, Dogo.

Soon, a tombstone-shaped ship of Chairman Dogo appeared above.

It was replaying the moment he visited Gangnam to deliver a weapon manual to Yeongwoo.

―Chairmaaaan!

Next, the screen showed Yeongwoo riding on the back of the giantized Pofu Tenta to greet the chairman.

Yeongwoo, raising both arms and chanting ‘Chairman,’ looked like a sycophant.

「Jeong Yeongwoo07, adopts servile diplomacy!」

What a brilliant caption.

“......”

But Yeongwoo had no way to refute it.

It was true that he was fawning over Dogo.

Just by greeting him well, money and manuals came pouring in; how could he not serve Dogo?

“Hey! On Earth, we might be a developed country, but in the universe, we’re paupers! Sometimes you have to beg to survive!”

Yeongwoo protested, but this wasn’t broadcasted on the screen.

On the screen, Jeong Yeongwoo was still there.

―Chairman! Stay healthy......!

Waving off the chairman in a melodious voice.

Of course, in a broader perspective, this could be seen as a reception for the interests of South Korea, or rather Earth......

|Approval: 66.8%|

|Disapproval: 20.3%|

The public opinion wasn’t so good.

The disapproval rating surged quickly, tightening the noose around Yeongwoo’s neck.

‘Damn. 20 percent?’

To win this election, Yeongwoo needed an approval rating of 70%.

But this was only possible if the disapproval rating stayed below 30%.

If the disapproval rating hit 30.1%, even a 0.1% shortfall in approval would mean a confirmed loss.

‘How many votes are left?’

Yeongwoo quickly calculated while looking at the graph on the screen.

“Hey!”

While Yeongwoo waved his hand toward the sky, the screen turned white and a series of questions followed.

[In the current world, what is the reason for a nation’s existence?]

A critical question to probe the ideological foundation of a candidate representing the Korean Peninsula.

So, Yeongwoo hurriedly opened his mouth, wide-eyed.

“Well, that’s...!”

However, he wasn’t given a chance to speak in the first place.

On the screen, the AI answered instead.

|Because we need to divide into sides, after all?

“What......?”

Yeongwoo’s mouth gaped even wider.

Then, the AI, having learned from Yeongwoo, continued.

|If we don’t divide into sides, we’ll kill each other to the last, so it’s the minimum safety measure to prevent mutual destruction.

“...Oh my God.”

To release such an answer officially, were they insane?

Yeongwoo covered his mouth.

But the AI’s extreme remarks didn’t stop there.

|If 100 people fight, up to 99 might die, but if they split into 10 teams of 10, at least two or three, maybe even up to ten people might survive.

|However, even in chaotic times, there is a way for 50, no, even all 100 people to survive.

“...?”

The AI made a sudden turn.

Yeongwoo perked up his ears.

“What is that method...?”

Then, as if waiting, the AI answered.

|Overwhelming power! One team should subdue the other nine teams! This world doesn’t grant any decision-making power to weaklings. Only strong power can determine peace.

“......!”

Yeongwoo felt as if he had been struck on the back of his head by the AI’s lecture.

It spoke of something he had vaguely sensed during an early encounter when, despite being the early bird, he was attacked by multiple bandits.

To achieve complete peace, one must be so strong that no one dares to disrupt it.

Being half-strong would only provoke challenges, that is, war.

Thus, perfect peace means.

‘...It can only be realized through overwhelmingly dominant power.’

While Yeongwoo wore a dazed expression, the AI concluded.

|The reason for a nation’s existence is to bring peace to the world. But paradoxically, to achieve peace, we must prepare for war.

|Ranked first in the Earth’s integrated dungeon ranking! Vote for Jeong Yeongwoo07.

|I will become your asymmetric power.

As soon as the AI finished its last line, the approval graph for Yeongwoo shot up rapidly.

Flash!

|Approval: 73.6%|

|Disapproval: 21.9%

‘Seventy-three percent?’

A sudden leap from 68% to 73%.

A figure well above the target approval rating of 70%.

While Yeongwoo stared blankly at the sky, the screen switched to show the candidate in real time.

Flash!

[Finally, let’s hear the candidate’s closing remarks.]

[Voters, please finish voting promptly.]

A signal beeped from above.

-Beep...!

It meant the candidate should now make their final statement.

So, Yeongwoo.

Gulp.

Swallowed a heavy gulp, pointed at the screen, and shouted.

“For a rich and strong nation, we must achieve peace in the world......!”

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