Chapter 250
Chapter 250
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 250
Chapter Title: 56. Great Migration of Nations (5)
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[As requested by the candidate, the second profile 'Martial Prowess' will now be revealed.]
Martial Prowess.
As the most universal form of communication in the world after the Reset, it was also an essential quality for anyone representing the Korean Peninsula.
And perhaps because of that.
Flash!
|Approve: 17.3%|
|Oppose: 7.1%|
'What the hell? It hasn't even been revealed yet?'
As soon as Yeong-woo boldly selected Martial Prowess as his second profile, the approval rating jumped 0.9% even before the main content appeared.
And right after.
Swoosh.
The screen darkened again, and somewhere, the sound of an electric guitar rang out.
Ziiing...!
'Huh?'
Yeong-woo glanced around, wondering if he'd misheard, when a heavy drum kick followed in quick succession, and his own voice boomed from inside the screen.
—Behold! I am the Blade-Immune Jeong Yeong-woo!
'...My God.'
Starting with his own arrogant line, what Yeong-woo witnessed was a genuine 'mad movie.'
It began with the scene of him declaring his blade immunity before hundreds of Chinese people, followed by sequences of his body being dismembered by enemies only to reassemble.
Boom-boom!
All set to very fast-paced background music.
Even the scene where he was doused in Poison Dragon Im Gwang-ho's venom was shown uncensored in graphic detail, rivaling a gore film.
'At this point, being too strong isn't even the issue.'
Yeong-woo stared in disgust at the image of himself fighting while his lower body—skin, organs, even bones—dissolved away.
But regardless of his reaction, the approval votes were piling up at an incredible rate.
|Approve: 27.3%|
|Oppose: 7.4%|
The people of the Peninsula truly wanted this monster to fight on their behalf in the international arena.
'Alright, fine. Whatever, as long as I get enough votes.'
At this rate, 60% approval might not be impossible.
But the goal was 70%.
'Just being a good fighter isn't enough. What's missing? There should be plenty more to show from Martial Prowess, right?'
As Yeong-woo pondered this inwardly, the screen's color saturation finally shifted.
Flash!
The ashen image unique to stone buildings.
"......!"
Yeong-woo knew instantly what was coming next, and soon, stark white text contrasting the background appeared on the screen.
「Jeong Yeong-woo07, World's First Mutants Unit Operator.」
And then, massive silhouettes passed through the center of that text.
—Yaaah!
—Uwaaak!
They were the 'friends' Yeong-woo had summoned with his whistle.
It was footage from the battle against Giant God Gameta, one of the bosses from the recent night dungeon.
"What... what is that?"
"Why are mutants coming out of there?"
The local ethnic Koreans watching the screen with Yeong-woo buzzed in surprise.
To them, the fact that the Swordmaster was using mutants as minions was more shocking than the opponent, Giant God Gameta.
They were even ganging up to beat one down.
If forced to pick a villain between the two sides, the vast majority would point to the candidate and his mutant unit.
The reactions from other voters seemed similar.
Flash!
|Approve: 36.5%|
|Oppose: 11.2%|
Both approval and opposition surged significantly.
Everyone was starting to realize.
That the candidate running to represent the Peninsula was a demonic cultivator who had walked the path of the heterodox.
And finally, at the end of the Martial Prowess profile, it delivered the finishing touch.
「Jeong Yeong-woo07, Sole Holder of Asymmetric Warfare Capability in the Nation.」
'Oh... finally showing something good?'
The planetary-scale barrage supported by the pan-galactic arms giant Toma was essentially Yeong-woo's signature ultimate technique.
Flash!
The screen blazed white, zooming in on rapidly spinning pedals.
Clank, clank, clank.
The one vigorously pedaling was none other than Yeong-tae.
Thankfully, he looked human, so most voters wouldn't realize mutants were directly firing the laser barrage.
'If everyone knew that, this election would be a total loss.'
Soon, the inside of the pedals glowed bluish, and a massive steel pipe extending diagonally from them began turning blue from the base upward.
The laser cannon was charging.
Clank, clank!
And finally.
Clunk!
Something locked into place, stopping Yeong-tae's pedals, and the camera executed a dynamic pan to General Kim Young-heum waiting opposite.
The general, coordinates already entered, hand poised over the fire button.
And then.
—Fire!
With a thunderous command, the general's thick palm slammed down on the button.
Bang!
From the tip of the laser launcher piercing the Returner's Room sky, an enormous surge of energy shot upward.
Kwaaaaa!
And it was then that Yeong-woo saw it for the first time.
What happened after the laser fired from the Returner's Room pierced the white space.
"Huh......?"
Surprisingly, the screen now showed the laser's point of view.
The high-concentration energy that left the launcher and tore through the white sky at hypersonic speed soon entered a flawless black void devoid of any sense of space.
'Is that... what surrounds the outside of the Returner's Room?'
Yeong-woo, who was earnestly seeking a way to free his 'friends,' focused intently on this scene that no one else likely cared about.
It was a hint to 'where the Returner's Room exists.'
'Where the hell is that? Doesn't look like normal space.'
Perfect blackness.
A space devoid of any light except the laser beam fired by his friends stretched on for a while, until finally.
Flash!
The surroundings suddenly brightened, revealing the familiar 'universe.'
A small Earth ahead, with the massive sun looming behind in the solar system.
Kwaaaaa!
The laser from the Returner's Room pierced Earth's atmosphere, hurtling toward the southern Korean Peninsula.
Precisely toward Kim Il-sung collapsed on the outskirts of Gangnam-gu, Seoul.
"......!"
From somewhere beyond space to a tiny spot on our familiar planet, Earth.
This vast scale of angle change left a profound impression on voters, especially North Korean residents.
|Approve: 49.7%|
|Oppose: 12.3%|
One barrage shot boosted support by a whopping 13.2%.
Likely North Koreans confirming the Kim dynasty's demise on screen lending their votes.
'Never thought I'd live to see the day I get support from north of the line.'
That meant 20.3% of South Koreans still hadn't voted.
'What more do they want? Maybe waiting for the diplomacy section?'
Fair enough—each voter had only one vote, with options limited to approve or oppose. It made sense to gather full info before deciding.
Only the cautious voters remained.
[All profiles related to the candidate's Martial Prowess have been revealed.]
Current approval at 49.7%.
Yeong-woo eyed the remaining two buttons with a tense expression.
[National View]
[Diplomacy]
Only two things left to show.
[Candidate, please select the third profile to reveal.]
After brief deliberation, Yeong-woo chose 'Diplomacy.'
"Diplomacy, coming right up."
The sky screen quieted again, and the council's voice rang out.
[As requested by the candidate, the third profile 'Diplomacy' will now be revealed.]
Diplomacy... But what exactly did diplomacy mean in this world?
'It's only Day 6 post-Reset, so no real diplomacy to speak of. All I've done is threaten some Chinese folks and ride the Geopi Express to Busan.'
But as Yeong-woo thought this, he realized from the emerging footage that 'diplomacy' had a broader meaning than expected.
Kwaaaaa!
The screen split into three, simultaneously showing the three dungeons Yeong-woo had visited.
Leftmost: the massive pyramid rising from underground, 'Agony of Iria.'
Center: the Temple of Valor, cleared with his father.
The one that began with the ground surging hundreds of meters into the sky.
And rightmost: 'Batoum's Gambling Den' on the alien planet Lyupho.
「Jeong Yeong-woo07, Earth #1 in Combined Dungeon Rankings.」
"......!"
Not world #1, but Earth #1.
Amid the staggering title, Yeong-woo's grueling ordeals appeared across the tri-split screens.
Pulling the chained ship as the old man in Agony of Iria.
Weaving through a thousand gray fiends to light the brazier.
'So much has happened in just a few days.'
Especially on the right screen, dozens of mutants charged at Yeong-woo in the 'Champions' arena, and that's when approval began ticking up steadily.
|Approve: 54.9%|
|Oppose: 12.8%|
Voters' thresholds for strength had risen; ordinary feats no longer impressed.
But what followed was a different kind of stimulus, beyond mere martial valor.
《Shandong Province welcomes your entry.》
- Shandong Twin Evils, Zhang Jaham compensates.
Enhancing national prestige.
Hundreds of Chinese on the Shandong coast waving hand flags to welcome Yeong-woo, followed by...
—Shandong Twin Evils' Wu Qing-jin bows before the great hero, Blade-Immune Jeong Yeong-woo...!
As China's martial world knelt before Yeong-woo on screen, the approval digits shifted instantly.
|Approve: 60.2%|
|Oppose: 13.1%|
「Jeong Yeong-woo07, First in Nation to Enact Chinese Colonial Rule!」
"Huh...? Wait, no! What do you mean colonial rule on your own?"
Flustered, Yeong-woo waved at the screen denying the profile, but it didn't show the current him.
The Yeong-woo on screen now.
Rustle!
Was instructing the golden goblin to load coins piled at his feet.
His expression looked greedily avaricious for some reason.
"When the hell was that?"
It wasn't fabricated—Yeong-woo vaguely remembered the scene.
Judging by the mountain of coins, probably settling the protection fee walked from Seoul.
"No, but what does that have to do with the Shandong Accord!"
Of course, the screen offered no explanation linking that 'pile of money' to Chinese colonial rule.
But there was no disclaimer that it wasn't related to China either.
Malicious editing.
"Hey, you bastards! Sure, I plan to collect tribute going forward, but...!"
In righteous indignation, as Yeong-woo reached to拔 his embedded bastard sword.
Beep!
An alarm chimed from the screen's bottom, the vote graph flashing.
Approval surged rapidly.
|Approve: 66.4%|
|Oppose: 13.6%|
"66 percent...?"
Yeong-woo blinked.
A significant portion of the 'cautious voters' were reacting to the colonial rule over China.